Chapter 85: Zheng Lao's Identity

In the graveyard of the Luohe City Ghost Suppression Division, Su Xiao's funeral was being held.

This time, the people from the Ghost Suppression Division did not let outsiders come to help bury the corpse, but completed all the procedures themselves.

Incense was offered, paper money filled the sky, but apart from that, there was neither wailing nor anyone wearing mourning clothes.

When the incense and candles burned out, Su Xiao's coffin was buried in the depths of this special graveyard.

The funeral ended, the crowd dispersed, and the old Daoist stood before the grave, dazed for a while before coming back to his senses.

However, just at this moment, he saw an old man carrying a bamboo basket, slowly placing some offerings before the grave.

"Old Ghost Zheng? I didn't expect you old thing to still be alive?"

The moment he saw this old man, the old Daoist's expression changed, and then he directly cursed with a foul face.

"Hehe, you old ox-nose haven't died yet, how could I die?"

The gravedigger, Zheng Lao, placed the offerings well, then slowly turned around and rolled his eyes at him.

"Hmph!"

The old Daoist gave a cold snort, looking very displeased.

Zheng Lao shook his head and walked slowly toward the old wooden house in the center of the graveyard.

There were three wooden houses here, one of which was usually used for holding corpses and for people to offer sacrifices, while the other two wooden houses were usually kept tightly closed.

"Creak~"

As the door of one of the wooden houses slowly opened, a strong musty smell rushed toward them.

"Cough, cough."

However, the two didn't care and each found a stool to sit down.

"Are you blaming me for not taking action?"

"Hehe, how would I dare to blame you, you old thing?"

The expression on the old Daoist's face was gloomy, and the words he spoke were also somewhat sarcastic.

"That child was eroded too deeply by the Ghost. Being able to live for so long was already effective suppression by the Ghost Prison."

Zheng Lao's expression was somewhat dejected. How could he not know Su Xiao's situation?

But he also had no way to save him; his skills were nothing more than burying people and suppressing corpses.

He had some methods for dealing with Ghosts, but he was truly helpless when it came to saving people.

"Forget it, I don't need you to tell me, I know. Why did you deign to come out of your dog kennel today?"

The old Daoist was just sulking; it wasn't that he didn't know the specific situation.

"That side, it doesn't need me, the old man, to worry about it anymore!"

Hearing his inquiry, Zheng Lao's mood suddenly became quite good, and he found a relatively comfortable position to lean against the wall.

"Ho, could it be that you found a successor?"

Hearing this, the old Daoist couldn't help but feel very surprised. He knew very well that the work this old thing did was quite dangerous.

"Hehe, I wouldn't dare say successor, anyway, I can't drive him away!"

Zheng Lao looked very proud. After several tests and confirmations, that kid was just that kind of temperament.

"It seems your luck is not bad. I'm afraid my lineage is going to be finished."

Speaking of this issue, the old Daoist felt very helpless. The few disciples he had painstakingly cultivated, plus his grandson, were now all dead.

"You old ox-nose run around all day, rushing wherever it's chaotic. Those disciples following you are the ones who have had the worst luck for eight lifetimes!"

Zheng Lao cursed without ceremony. Were some things something you could just casually get involved in?

"Sigh, recently my body is not as good as before, I can't run anymore, I really can't run anymore."

Ever since he summoned the Dao Venerable, the old Daoist felt his body decaying severely. Even though he had become a Supreme Human, he knew that his limit would arrive before long.

"That's right, just stay here, take a few disciples when you're free, and pass down your talisman-drawing skills, that would be good too."

"In this day and age, there are natural disasters and ghost calamities everywhere. If you keep running around, who knows what day you'll die on the road, and then you won't even be able to find someone to collect your corpse!"

A flash of cunning light passed through Zheng Lao's eyes, and then he continued to persuade him.

"Makes sense!"

Listening to these words, the old Daoist felt it was indeed so. It didn't matter if someone like him died, but it would be a big trouble after he died.

With such an old thing watching, even if he really died someday, at least he wouldn't harm others.

"You old thing, you have a good plan!"

But the next moment, the old Daoist reacted. This old immortal in front of him really had quite a few tricks up his sleeve.

"Haha, I'm going to help you collect your corpse, what's wrong with you leaving some things behind?"

Zheng Lao laughed proudly. Luohe City was not peaceful now, so the more help, the better.

"Fine, then this old Daoist will stay. Hehe, I want to see what that successor you found is really like!"

After the old Daoist figured it out, the accumulated depression in his heart was swept away. Having lived to his age, what was there that he hadn't seen through?

"That mixed-up kid is much more capable than me, you must never go and provoke him."

Hearing the old Daoist's words, Zheng Lao's face darkened, and he quickly added.

"Ho~"

Hearing this, a strange smile appeared on the old Daoist's face instantly.

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In the evening, the old cripple returned to the gravedigger's small courtyard with a foul look on his face.

By this time, Lin Feng and Bai Yuanlong had already eaten and drunk their fill, leaving only some wine and meat for him.

"Why do you have such a foul look?"

Lin Feng looked at the blue-black complexion of this guy's face and asked with curiosity.

"Nothing, I bought some shortbread today, take it and eat it."

Saying this, the old cripple handed the bamboo basket in his hand to Lin Feng.

"Brother Yan next door sent some wine and meat today, so there's no need to cook tonight."

Lin Feng took the things and said this to the old cripple.

"Alright then, I happen to be a bit tired today."

A slight smile appeared on the old cripple's face, and then he moved a small stool, took out the wine and meat, and began to eat alone in the courtyard.

The sky soon darkened, and the surroundings of the graveyard became silent and soundless once again.

In the room, Lin Feng put away all sixty gloomy Soul-Guiding Incense sticks. For him, these things were all top-notch bait!

"I should take some time to find the raw materials for making Ghost-Raising Incense, otherwise, the ones on hand probably won't last long."

Lin Feng was still using the two hundred sticks of Ghost-Raising Incense that Li Yanbing first gave him.

But after these days of use, more than half had been consumed. Now that he had mastered the method of making incense, he naturally preferred to make it himself.

"Corpse Mushroom, Green Bone Vine, Night-Return Water..."

However, finding these raw materials was not that easy. Lin Feng thought about it roughly, and there were thirteen main materials.

Each one was either something he had never heard of or something relatively rare.

"The Incense Temple does have peripheral forces specifically cultivating and collecting these materials for them. If I were to collect them one by one, I'm afraid it would be even more troublesome."

Thinking about how to collect the raw materials, Lin Feng couldn't help but feel a bit discouraged, and even had the idea of going to a secret foothold of the Incense Temple to pull off a job.

In Song Renjie's memory, there were also people from the Incense Temple in other cities, and these people definitely had the relevant raw materials.

This was much easier than him going to collect raw materials one by one. Pulling off one job would at least be enough for a period of time.

"Sure enough, nothing is easier than robbing!"

However, Lin Feng hadn't made up his mind about this idea. It wasn't that he had any psychological burden; it was purely because Lin Feng found it troublesome.

"Forget it, anyway, there are still dozens of sticks that can be used. First, arrange for the wooden men to collect them everywhere in the mountains and forests. If it really doesn't work, then go and pull off a job!"

After having the heavy-armored Paper Men, the wooden men became less and less useful to Lin Feng.

It might be better to arrange for them to collect raw materials in the deep mountains and old forests. Anyway, these wooden men were idle anyway.

Thinking of this, a shadow appeared under Lin Feng's feet, and then his whole person disappeared directly from the room.

When he appeared again, Lin Feng was already on the top of the mountain behind the graveyard. ===== CHAPTER 86 =====