Chapter 1 Old Sun Tou

Old Sun Tou was clearly lying in wait at the funeral home. What exactly was he waiting for?

I continued, "Did you do as Old Sun Tou told you afterward?"

"Yes!" Little Zhao said. "After he left, I did everything he said, not daring to make a single mistake!"

"Old Sun Tou made it sound so mystical; how could I not do it?"

I pondered, "Logically speaking, if you did as he said, there shouldn't be any problems! Why do you keep wanting to leave?"

"It's because I saw things," Little Zhao said, his voice trembling. "Starting last week, I kept hearing bells ringing in the middle of the night."

"I got up to check, but there was nothing outside. As soon as I lay down, I could hear the sound of the gurney banging against the main door, like someone was pushing a body into the room. But I couldn't see anything!"

"I'm going crazy these days."

I pointed to the cigarette pack on the table. "Where did these cigarettes come from?"

"Old Sun Tou left them!" Little Zhao said. "When Old Sun Tou left, he specifically told me that there were cigarettes in the drawer. If you're scared, take out a couple and smoke them; it'll calm you down."

I opened the drawer, and there were indeed a few packs of cigarettes inside. The outer packaging of the cigarette pack showed no signs of being opened, but when I pulled out a cigarette, I could rub out yellow powder.

These cigarettes probably weren't rolled by Old Sun Tou himself. If he rolled them himself, he wouldn't need to add such a layer of packaging.

While I was pondering with the cigarette in my hand, Lin Zhao had already walked to the corner of the outer wall, calculating the feng shui orientation. That place was the ghost gate.

As soon as Lin Zhao stood there, a funeral home employee rushed over anxiously, "Hey, hey... you can't pee here! The toilet is over there. Peeing in the corner can easily attract..."

"Get lost!" Lin Zhao was almost angered to death by the other party. "Which eye saw me about to pee? I just came here to make a phone call. Get as far away from me as you can."

That person got even more worked up, "If you want to make a phone call, can't you go over there? Do you know what kind of place this is? Making a phone call right here."

"It's definitely not your family's graveyard," Lin Zhao pointed at the person's nose. "Are you going to get lost or not? If not, be careful I beat you."

Seeing Lin Zhao getting angry, the person had no choice but to turn around and leave.

Lin Zhao looked around to make sure no one was there and lit a talisman, throwing it into the corner of the wall.

The corner was a place where yin energy gathered. If you wanted to find a ghost during the day, you wouldn't have a problem here.

As the flames on Lin Zhao's talisman gradually died down, a figure was clearly reflected in the corner of the wall.

Lin Zhao said in a low voice, "I have something to ask you; you won't be short of reward money afterward."

The ghost chuckled, "That sounds good! What do you want to know? Ask away! I'll say anything for money."

Lin Zhao said, "Tell me about this Old Sun Tou in the funeral home. What's going on with him?"

The ghost said, "This funeral home has been around for quite a few years. When it was first built, no one wanted to work at the funeral home, so the officials recruited a group of old-timers from the funeral industry."

"Old Sun Tou's father's generation was recruited that way. Later, when the older generation passed away, Old Sun Tou and his peers took over their fathers' jobs and continued working at the funeral home."

"This funeral home is famous because of Old Sun Tou and a few others. Only they can suppress the ghosts of those who died violently and the souls of those who died unjustly!"

In the old sayings, violent death refers to dying in an accident. Unjust death refers to dying from murder or suicide. Such ghosts harbor the most resentment.

If their resentment isn't dispelled, even the people who handle the funeral arrangements will be affected.

From the time the body is transported back until it's placed in the coffin and buried, there must be someone to handle everything. Otherwise, the people who come to help will at least suffer a serious illness, and some will even have their luck suppressed and experience continuous misfortune.

If you accidentally offend them in the middle, the consequences will be endless.

However, in the past, people in the funeral industry all did their own thing. After finishing their part, they wouldn't get involved in the next part. Whether or not they made things convenient for the next person depended entirely on the previous person's mood.

This funeral home was able to gather the old masters of four different funeral trades together. Was it just a coincidence due to special circumstances at the time, or was it intentionally done for some reason?

Lin Zhao frowned, "Isn't there a corpse here that hasn't been buried for two years? Where is that person?"

The ghost said, "Are you talking about Fan Fang?"

The boss who developed North Water Ancient Town was named Fan Fang.

Lin Zhao's eyebrows twitched, "Tell me in detail!"

The ghost said, "When that person was sent here, they were processed according to the normal procedure, and nothing special happened in the middle."

"But the corpse went missing not long after it was sent here. Everyone in the entire funeral home turned the place upside down, but they couldn't find the body."

"They could only say to the outside world that the family didn't agree to cremation and suppressed the matter."

"That matter caused quite a stir back then."

"The director also looked for Old Sun Tou several times, but even Old Sun Tou didn't know how the corpse disappeared! As far as I know, Old Sun Tou has been looking for that person's corpse all these years."

"That person also often comes back himself, wandering around the funeral home looking for his own corpse. When he can't find it, he stares directly at Old Sun Tou, causing trouble. The two of them have been going back and forth for more than two years."