My Husband is Yama

Some people who understood a little saw the old lady carrying the cat on the ground. The cat had died in a strange way, so they immediately called for the Taoist who was acting.

This Taoist was only in his twenties, but his face looked like he was an old school. The peach wood sword in his hand looked quite old. He wore a yellow daoist robe and a Taoist hat, which made him look a bit like an old man.

"Go with me!" Zhong Min pointed at the Daoist priest who seemed to be in a good mood as she gloated.

I raised my head and looked. "He's young, so his cultivation experience is probably mediocre."

When I said this, I felt a bit sour on my own, let alone Zhong Min.

She laughed heartless, "You are clearly jealous of me. Why do I feel like following you is better than following that Taoist?"

I pushed her forward.

"It's a joke. Let's go and see how that Taoist deals with it." Zhong Min brought me to watch the show again. Actually, I'm also curious as to what level this Daoist Priest is at.

By the time we got there, he had finished asking about the general situation. His eyes scanned the crowd, and he suddenly pulled open some of the aunts who were blocking my way, pointing his peach wood sword at me.

"You then, come help me tonight!" His tone was somewhat arrogant.

I hastily waved my hand as I thought to myself, "Since a God like you is here, I just want to watch the show."

"Master, I can't do it. There are so many men, yet you're not going to pick me, a little girl. I'm not suitable, am I?" I tactfully refused.

His brows twitched, "Cut the crap, it's you!"

After saying that, he sheathed his peach wood sword and left, leaving me dumbfounded. What was he doing?

When this Daoist Priest arrived, everyone seemed to be reassured. A few people pulled the old lady up from the ground.

I stole a glance at the old lady again. Her expression wasn't as gloomy as before. It was the same as when I first met her. Although she wasn't smiling, she didn't look that scary.

An old man with a white cloth tied around his arm walked towards me and politely said, "Miss, I have a presumptuous request."

I could probably guess why he did not decline. After all, I am responsible for this matter.

"I know, I will cooperate with you tonight, don't worry."

Seeing that I had agreed, the uncle let out a sigh of relief and smiled, "After that, I'll get A Xia to send you a big red packet."

"No need for that. I'm just curious about that Taoist's background." I asked puzzledly as I looked at the yellow voice.

The old man turned around and looked at the Taoist who was preparing for the night and said, "This mage is famous in the Ten Thousand Mile Country. I heard that generations of ancestors were involved in Yin-Yang magic. So, the funeral of our generation was all done by him."

I nodded. "Understood. Then, uncle, you get busy first. I'll go ask the mages if they have anything they want me to do."

"Sigh, alright. If you need anything, just come find me." Uncle quickly left. He was the person in charge, and there were still many things for him to do.

Zhong Min also replied sourly like me, "There is a Taoist protecting you tonight. Do I not have anyone to take it from me?"

I burst out laughing. "Let's go, Little Tail!"

I pulled Zhong Min along to ask what the Taoist was going to do that night.

Seeing that Zhong Min still worshipped that little Taoist, I jokingly said, "Who knows, maybe that Taoist's cultivation is not even as high as mine."

"Tsk, continue bragging!" Zhong Min sneered.

When the Daoist saw the two of us coming over, he frowned again. "What else do you want?"

"Didn't you ask me to help you tonight?" As I looked at his serious expression, I started to have some expectations for his cultivation experience. Who knows, maybe he wouldn't need Yan Tan Mo to protect me tonight, and this Taoist would be able to solve the problem of faking corpses by himself.

The Taoist looked me over from top to bottom, "Just follow me tonight, don't run around. Although you have some cultivation experience, it's not a joke to swindle a corpse."

"What about me?" Zhong Min looked at the Taoist with a face full of anticipation. She really wanted to go with him.

The Daoist looked her up and down before commenting, "You are very strong, but you are not allowed to follow."

Zhong Min was unconvinced. "Why can't she follow me?"

He pointed the peach wood sword in his hand at me. "She's a Yin Yang Master, aren't you?"

"Didn't you say that I'm very strong? You two mages can't protect me alone? " Zhong Min's scornful attitude made the little Taoist in front of her anxious.

"I say, why don't you listen to me!" The Taoist was very angry.

"I just want to follow. If you can't protect me, then I'll go out and spread the news about your tramp skill." Zhong Min raised her brows, as if she had spoken the truth.

The Daoist was helpless against a female rogue like Zhong Min. He scratched his head anxiously and said, "Fine, follow me at night. You can do whatever I tell you to do."

"Alright!" Zhong Min happily agreed.

The old man turned his gaze back to me. "Go and prepare these things."

"The hemp rope with black dog blood, some fresh fish, and a torch."

I looked at the young Taoist and thought, I didn't expect him to know so much.

Zhong Min was a chatterbox. Seeing that she had a long and pretty face, she began to make full use of her chatty and gossipy potential.

"Hey, little master, how old are you?" Zhong Min giggled.

The Daoist priest glanced at her, "Twenty-six!"

Zhong Min jumped up. "You grew up alongside my imperial concubine. Oh right, what's your name? We've known each other for so long already, but I still don't know your name."

"What?!" He raised his eyebrows and looked at me and Zhong Min. "What are the names of the two of you?"

"Qiu Fei!"

"Zhong Min!"

He looked at me. "Which autumn are you?"

I glanced at him. "Autumn of autumn!"

After hearing what I had to say, his brows relaxed, "The Qiu Family is also a Yin Master!"

"Isn't your family also a generation's Yin Master?" I asked.

He Zuyi grinned, "You know that."

"Tell me, what do you want to do tonight?" I was very curious about what had happened that night and also had some expectations. Maybe I could learn a bit more from He Zhi.

Zhong Min's face was also filled with anticipation. "I'm really looking forward to tonight's extortion!"

He Zhiyi looked at her weirdly, "What a reckless person!"

"Of course, I'm someone who will soon acknowledge you as my teacher!" Zhong Min was very pleased with herself.

He Wenyi looked at the time, "It's getting late, hurry and find Uncle Li. Otherwise, I won't make any promises tonight."

I looked confused. "Who is Uncle Li?"

"It's that middle-aged man from before." He Zhiyi took out a stack of talisman paper from his pocket and dripped a mouthful of saliva on it. He was counting the paper. From the looks of it, he seemed to be counting a stack of bills.

I am relieved to have Zhong Min by his side.

Because of the ruckus caused by the old lady just now, it had caused everyone to panic. No one dared to speak up, and they could only focus on finishing their work so that they could return home earlier.

The mournful music became more and more desolate as the time passed. The chef who was cooking at the stove outside lifted the shovel into the air. There were still some people chatting there and it was quite lively. However, everyone had a solemn expression on their faces, and they looked around from time to time.

I went to Uncle Li to ask for the items that were easy to get. After a while, I came to meet up with them.

He Zhiyi and Zhong Min were also chatting enthusiastically. Seeing me walk over, he asked, "Have you gathered all the items?"

"What a strange thing. Uncle Li will bring it back and send it over to us."

"En, that's good. After dinner later, only the three of us will be guarding the front of the mourning hall. You guys should be mentally prepared." Zhong Min's expression was also very calm. It seemed that the two of them had discussed this matter a long time ago.

Only I exclaimed, "What?" With just the three of us here, how could the three of you, a man and two women, guard the mourning hall? "

He Zhiyi looked at me in disdain, "To think that you're still a Yin Master. I'm just a Daoist, and you're a Yin Master. In addition to that, a bold person like her isn't stronger than those other men with Yang Qi?"

I'm also a yin yang master, what am I afraid of.

I patted Zhong Min on the shoulder and asked, "Are you afraid?"

Zhong Min grinned happily. "What's there to be afraid of? With the two of you around, I can only give you a rough idea. If that corpse eats meat, I'll eat the both of you first. You two look so pretty."

I also grinned. "You talk too much."

He Yi was still fiddling with the items on his undergarment.

After a short while, a shout came from the other side, "The banquet is starting!"

When it was time for dinner, we sat at the same table as He Shiyi and Zhong Min. They were all meat dishes.

Red Braised Elbow, Steamed Meat, Roasted Chicken, Steamed Fish …

There were those who flew in the sky, those who ran on the ground, and those who swam in the water.

"You told the cook to do this?" I looked at He Yi and asked.

He Zhiyi was the first to pick up a pig's foot and place it in the bowl. He muttered, "Hurry up and eat. Only when you're full will you have the strength to work. Tonight is a tough night."

Zhong Min unceremoniously grabbed a piece of chicken leg and took a bite. She even stretched out her greasy claws to pull a piece of chicken leg to place in my bowl. "Hurry up and eat. I was even pointing at you to save my life tonight!"

Seeing the two of them eating so sweetly, I also took a bite of the oily chicken leg. This meal of oily food made me eat a stomach full of oily water.

After we finished eating, before they had finished, He Zunyi took Zhong Min and I and went to the mourning hall. Uncle Li also brought the things that he sent over, telling him repeatedly that he should not leave anyone in the yard tonight. He should just set a fire outside the door and place a pile of dried wood inside.

At this moment, only Sister Mo, her son Liu Han and a few relatives of juniors were guarding the mourning hall.

He Zhiyi wore his yellow robe and said, "Don't keep watch tonight. Go home and sleep. Lock all the doors and windows. No matter what happens, don't come out."

When Sister Mo heard that the guard was not allowed, she was slightly convinced. She stood up and said with tears in her eyes, "Mage, this person is dead. How can we not guard?"

He Wenyi frowned, "Is the life of a living person more important or the face of a dead person more important?"

This emotionless remark touched Sister Mo's heart and made her cry even more.

Why is it so easy to see her crying so sorrowfully? So, he tried to calm down and explained, "Can't you see? Your old lady, Cat, is dead. If a cat jumps into a coffin, it's going to have to feign corpse. "

Maybe it was because Sister Mo was too sad, she sat up and said, "It doesn't matter if he's a fake or alive. I'll just take a look at him and I'll accept it even if he wants my life."

When He Wenyi saw Sister Mo sitting on the floor crying, a trace of impatience appeared on his face. He gave me a look that hinted that I should convince Sister Mo.