The Duke stood there, looking disdainful.

Tan Wenbin took out the incense, one stick, two sticks, three sticks, four sticks!

The Duke nodded.

Tan Wenbin finished his Walking Yin, smiling happily, damn, really opened up a new way of thinking, miracles are everywhere.

This trick of mine, I must tell Brother Xiao Yuan, let him include it in the "Chasing Faraway Secret Scroll."

At this moment, Tan Wenbin noticed the Duke looking at Xiong Shan.

Binbin also turned his head to look at Xiong Shan, and found that although Xiong Shan was still looking at him, there was now a swirling of gray and white in his eyes.

This guy is also Walking Yin, damn it, he just eavesdropped on my conversation with the Duke.

Xiong Shan reached out his hand and said to his wife, "Lihua, get me some incense."

Li Hua pulled out a handful of incense from the bundle and handed it to her husband.

But who knew, the Duke stepped back a few steps, completely ignoring Xiong Shan, just continued staring at Tan Wenbin.

Tan Wenbin immediately crouched down, inserted the four incense sticks into the ground and lit them one by one.

This time, the Duke simply lay on the ground and started inhaling deeply, happily like a wriggling maggot.

Xiong Shan looked at the large handful of incense in his hand, then at the simple four sticks on the ground, and asked, "What kind of incense do you have there?"

Earlier, when the Duke crouched down to inhale the incense, Xiong Shan had his suspicions. When he imitated them and failed to bribe, he confirmed that the incense in the Duke's hand was no ordinary item.

Granny Liu's household wasn't large, and life was quite simple, but the teacups she smashed when angry were collectors' treasures, and the 'ration incense' made by Aunt Liu for Run Sheng could really make ghosts grind their mills.

This is heritage, not deliberately showing off, but the unintended details that could make outsiders envious and greedy.

Xiong Shan continued, "Could you lend me two sticks of incense? I'll owe you a favor."

Tan Wenbin resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

Owe a favor, owe a favor, are favors wholesale in your family? Since we met, you've already owed three.

"No problem, no problem, I'll help you negotiate with the Duke, leave it to me."

"Thanks a lot!"

At this moment, white lanterns started to fly up, like fireflies rising, illuminating this area brightly.

Gusts of eerie wind blew from the Banquet Hall, mixed with hair-raising ghostly wails and howls.

Tan Wenbin, who once again went Walking Yin to help Xiong Shan negotiate, saw countless big red lanterns hanging high, and the Banquet Hall was filled with enthusiastic cheers and applause, a lively and bustling scene.

The banquet, had begun.

...

When the armor on the main seat gradually stood up, the temperature inside the Banquet Hall started to drop rapidly, literally feeling like falling into an ice cellar.

Li Zhiyuan specifically glanced at the child at the neighboring table and found the child still sound asleep.

It seemed, afterward, he needed to borrow that swaddling cloth to study its material closely.

Li Zhiyuan initiated Walking Yin.

Then, he discovered that after Walking Yin, he could still see the child.

This indicated that the child... was also Walking Yin.

The child's spiritual sense was sharp to this extent.

But Li Zhiyuan didn't feel this was any "genius," instead, he felt pity for this child.

He likely followed his parents around the Jianghu since birth, soaked in those evil auras, stimulating his spiritual sense.

This also meant that even though he was still young and could not speak, his future was already determined.

He didn't even have the right to be an ordinary person because someone constantly encountering ghosts couldn't possibly live a normal life.

Li Zhiyuan shifted his gaze to the main platform.

That Dragon King of the Qin Family was not there; it was truly just a statue.

And Yin Meng wasn't on the platform either.

However, Li Zhiyuan saw the General.

He was withered like a dried corpse, the armor barely supported by him, and he couldn't control it much longer. He resembled a white gibbon seeking comfort and security within the ill-fitting armor.

His whole body emitted a decay of withered life; his days were numbered.

Comparing him to the one shouting under the peach tree to have himself buried and await death back home, that person seemed lively in comparison!

The attempt to break free during the opening of Triple Heaven Burial was suppressed by the Dragon King and the four families of the Old Heavenly Gate, again stopped during the chaos at the end of the Qing dynasty by their descendants.

The General, running on fumes.

But this was precisely where Li Zhiyuan felt puzzled; the General had reached such a state, so who exactly, among these unseeable entities, bestowed upon them such power?

Things, seemed entirely different from what he initially imagined.

No wonder Xiong Shan said he had a chance to reseal the General when he last came down.

Yes, such a General, as long as the timing was right, for instance, with him at this distance now, he could attempt to seal him himself.

But the problem was, the General wasn't the key here.

Plus, the corpse-driving Daoist from the Niu Dao Jie family, whom he saw in Alii's dream, was also nowhere to be seen.

The General laboriously lifted his wine cup, facing in the direction of Yin Meng.

Finally, Yin Meng successfully Walking Yined again.

She appeared at the banquet table, looking pale, her chest heaving, like a duck being forced onto the stage.

Li Zhiyuan looked down, noticing exquisite dishes appearing on his table, lifting an imaginary cup of wine and toying with it.

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