I said with a chuckle, "We're all neighbors, what's the big deal? Take it back, your grandpa won't say anything!"

"No, no..." The child took two steps back in fright, "Or... or... why don't you deliver it to my grandpa yourself? If I take it back, he'll definitely scold me."

While the child was speaking, his figure became increasingly faint, especially his legs, which seemed to have been erased from thin air. Looking down from his body, you could only see the upper half of him floating in the darkness.

"It's fine!" As I spoke, I reached out and grabbed the child's arm, forcibly pulling him back. "Listen to me, your grandpa definitely won't scold you!"

Without further ado, I shoved the wine bottle into the child's hand. The child tried to throw the bottle away, but found it stuck to his hand, no matter how hard he shook it. He immediately burst into tears and ran off with the bottle.

Although ghosts are formless and intangible, warlocks have plenty of ways to stick things to them. Ordinary warlocks can attach spiritual talismans to ghosts, and if I want to stick something, I can stick anything to a ghost or spirit, and it won't fall off.

I reached out, picked up the bowl of dumplings, and sniffed it under my nose before carrying the bowl into the house.

Xu Er watched me carefully as I carried the bowl in and said, "Master Li, why don't you throw that thing away? Dead people's food isn't good to have around living people! Maybe the dead people's food can tempt living people to eat it!"

Dead people's food, there is indeed such a saying.

One type is food used to venerate ancestors. Once you take it back to eat, it doesn't taste like anything anymore because the essence has been drawn out of the offerings after the ghosts have smelled them. Eating them again, you definitely won't taste much.

Another type is when you see dead people's food in the wilderness, you must never go near it. When you smell the aroma of the food, it means a ghost is squatting beside the bowl, blowing air on it, deliberately sending the fragrance over to tempt living people to eat that bowl of food.

I tossed the bowl on the table: "It's alright, I have to wait for the neighbor to come and collect the bowl, right? Neighbors should be neighborly, can't be greedy for their bowl!"

As I was speaking, I heard a scream from the yard not far away. Before long, a fragrance wafted out of the bowl of dumplings. Xu San was the first to look at the table, his throat bobbing up and down involuntarily. He exclaimed in surprise, "I... I smell a fragrance."

I casually took out a large coin and flicked it into the bowl. A blazing flame immediately shot up a foot from the bowl, and a smell like burnt fresh meat rolled out of the bowl along with the black smoke.

I chuckled softly, "Old dumpling skins wrapping fresh human meat, these ghosts are quite interesting."

Old Liu's hand holding the pen trembled slightly.

In the entire Weizi Alley, probably only our courtyard and the Chen family's courtyard are inhabited by living people. If the four of us are fine, then it must be the Chen family who got their flesh made into dumplings.

Old Liu's heart was in turmoil!

Old Liu took a deep breath and immediately lowered his head to draw the map again.

The child who delivered the dumplings earlier reappeared at the door, this time missing an arm. Strangely, blood was dripping from his severed arm.

When I looked at him coldly, I saw that what was wrapped around his severed arm was not a white cloth, but a piece of freshly peeled human skin, and the bloodstains on the human skin had been dripping all the way.

The old ghost living outside is quite capable, knowing to use human skin to stabilize the little ghost's injury, crippling his arm, but preventing his soul from collapsing on the spot.

The child gritted his teeth and said, "I'm here to collect the bowl!"

As the child stared intently at my face, I picked up the bowl and moved a few steps in front of him. The child didn't expect me to be so fast. Before he could finish his sentence, I grabbed his remaining hand and forcibly placed the bowl in it: "Thank your grandpa for me again!"

Last time, that child dared to say a few words, but this time, he was directly scared to tears: "You're a ghost! You'll die a horrible death!"

The child ran back while crying. After a few steps, the child disappeared, but the bowl that I had stuck to his hand was still floating in the air.

My gaze followed the bowl floating in the air, aiming towards the depths of the alley. It wasn't until the bowl disappeared at the corner of the alley that I walked back and took out the compass: "That child went north... Old Liu, are you done drawing?"

"Done!" After Old Liu spread the map on the table, I understood the overall layout of Weizi Alley. Weizi Alley is indeed a straight alley, but it is connected to the back of a mountain, making it look like a tail attached to the mountain!

This is probably the origin of the name Weizi Alley (Tail Alley).

Moreover, the scale of Weizi Alley is larger than I imagined. Walking from my current location all the way to the mountainside, the residents begin to disperse in all directions. In other words, there should be another village behind Weizi Alley, with the alley directly attached to the village entrance.

I picked up a pen and drew a circle near the mountain pass: "Is there a temple in this place?"

Old Liu nodded: "There is a land temple!"

I added, "It would be fitting if that temple was called Jingshan Temple (Near Mountain Temple), right?"

Old Liu's eyes widened suddenly: "Master, are you saying..."