I thought everything was fine, but the director of the Golden Hall returned home that night with a smile on his face. The gloom of recent days had not allowed him to have a good sleep, and after dinner, he fell asleep as soon as he lay down.

  In the middle of the night, the phone rang "ding ding ding", and Principal Jin got up reluctantly in his pajamas to answer it: "Who is it? What's going on at this late hour?"

  "Director Jin, it's me, Little Li. Something terrible has happened! Old Zhou, the one in charge of makeup, is dead! You must come quickly!"

  "Bang..." The phone in his hand fell directly to the ground. When someone dies early in the morning, they need to be cremated quickly, so they usually do makeup at night to show their best side to their loved ones. By dawn, the family rushes to the mourning hall and then it's time for cremation. On busy nights, a makeup artist has to work on three or four cases before he can go home and rest. If it's someone who died in a car accident with severe injuries, that's when things get really busy.

  Making up the dead has been a profession since ancient times, but nowadays these young girls would rather go to beauty salons to make up those rich people than make up the dead.

  The old man, surnamed Zhou, who had been in charge of makeup here at the Golden Hall for a long time, used to work in a theater doing makeup for Peking Opera performers. After retiring from that job, his son turned out to be good for nothing, only knowing how to eat, drink, and gamble, ending up owing a huge debt. With no other choice, Zhou came to the funeral home to do makeup on corpses. Why? Because the pay was high! This wasn't a job just anyone dared to do. Director Jin was very satisfied with Old Zhou's skills - he could make a corpse that had turned color look like it was just sleeping. But now, something had happened, and Director Jin was furious.

  He hastily put on his clothes, said goodbye to his wife, and drove the Santana directly to the funeral home. By that time, the forensic doctor had arrived, and since they were all familiar with each other, the procedures went smoothly. However, Old Zhou's rascal son insisted on making trouble for him, so Principal Jin had no choice but to give him some money first.

  Things didn't calm down, the next day, all the roosters in Luofengpo were gone, not a single one was left, they all died cleanly. Principal Jin remembered that Cha Wenbin had mentioned the importance of these roosters before, so he immediately went to the breeding farm to order some, but as soon as they arrived, another batch would die. In the end, even the workers who burned the furnace didn't dare to continue working, and the knocking sound in the ice cellar was getting louder and louder.

  Director Jin had no choice but to go find that Taoist again, who said that the corpse was haunting because it was pulled out that day. He said that burning it with fire would solve the problem. Director Jin steeled himself and ordered someone to drag out the nameless corpse and stuff it into the high-pressure furnace, and the tragedy occurred just like that.

  This high-pressure furnace, because it uses the principle of high pressure, burns cleanly and quickly. It's usually more expensive than ordinary furnaces. Not long after someone was put in, there was a loud "boom" and the furnace exploded! The worker who was burning the body was knocked unconscious on the spot and died before being sent to the hospital. What's strange is that the corpse inside was perfectly intact, lying there with only the outside of the body bag burned, and it was put back in the freezer where it still is today.

  The boiler factory was inspected and it was said that the operation was improper, causing excessive pressure. This incident caused a stir in the local area, and people were sent from above to inspect, citing various reasons for disqualification, and the factory was suspended for rectification for one month.

  The director of the funeral home is so bitter that he can't speak out, but two lives have been lost in a row, and strange things are piling up. After a month of rectification, who would still be willing to come to work? People would rather go to the construction site to move bricks than take this job, why? Moving bricks at most requires some physical strength and sweat, but in the funeral home, you may lose your life at any time!

  So, this funeral home is completely closed down. Director Jin used to make a fortune every day, but now the local people have no choice but to travel far away to another funeral home for cremation, and that family's business is booming.

  He had no choice but to wait until he heard that Cha Wenbin was back, and then he came early in the morning with gifts for the New Year, preparing to ask him to come out of retirement. But unexpectedly, Cha Wenbin himself had also encountered trouble.

  After saying all this, Director Jin was already tearfully sentimental. Those who didn't know him thought he was afraid, but those who understood him, such as Director Zhao, knew that he was heartbroken about the money being gone.

  After a rest, Cha Wenbin's complexion had improved significantly. After hearing this, he nodded to Zhuo Xiong to bring over the Qiankun bag, from which he pulled out a talisman and handed it to Jin Guanzhang, saying: "Take this back with you, post it on the inner side of the main gate, and you'll be fine until the 15th. After that, I'll come by again to take a look. For now, don't go near the funeral home."

  "Will it be alright once this is posted?" said the director of the temple, looking at the talisman in his hand with a sense of discontent.

  "Only guaranteed until 15th. If you have something else to do, stay and have lunch together. If not, take it back and stick with it."

  Wen Bin issued an order to expel the guests, and Chaozi said bluntly: "Don't you believe what Brother Wen Bin says? You're unlucky enough to find a fake Taoist priest, why do you still want to stay for lunch?"

  Director Jin took a look at this guy and didn't think he was a good person either, carefully putting away the talisman paper and hurriedly saying: "Then I won't disturb Mr. Cha's rest, another day Director Jin will come to visit, after the 15th?"

  "Go ahead, I'll be right there."

  Director Jin felt a weight lifted off his shoulders, as long as he was willing to take action, there would be no problem. He had seen Cha Wenbin's methods in Wangzhuang before, and they were truly divine, so he quickly thanked him and bid farewell.

  After the director of the Golden Hall left, Chaozi whispered: "He doesn't look like a good person at all." Coincidentally, Leng Yiran behind him heard it and laughed scoldingly: "I think you're not a good person either. The meal is ready, everyone come to eat. Wenbin, if you can't make it, I'll feed you."

  "Ah, it's nothing, I'm not that far gone yet. I just overexerted myself last night and the old injury has been acting up with blood stasis all along. That punch from Chaozi just happened to bring it all out. A bit of rest and I'll be fine."

  "By last night, Zhuo Xiong had doubts and asked: "Wen Bin brother, what about last night?"

  Cha Wenbin gave a look: "Nothing, just tired, go eat quickly, let's taste Miss Leng's cooking skills, hehe."

  A group of people gathered around the table to eat, and to be honest, the cooking skills of the person who made the dishes were not bad at all. Several small dishes were made with great care. Unfortunately, Cha Wenbin couldn't drink, so they had a good time, but no one said anything unpleasant during the meal, which was quite lively.

  Ling Wu gave Xiaozha some more food to eat, and after finishing the meal, looking at his injuries, they decided to send him to a large hospital. They discussed going to the provincial city in the afternoon first, and Zha Wenbin agreed.

  In the afternoon, Director Zhao had to go to pay New Year's visits as he was a public official and had many places to visit, so he left first. Leng Yiran took Xiaocha with him and walked together, He Lao still wanted to visit relatives in Wangzhuang, so the four of them left together.

  Now it's just Chaozi, Zhuo Xiong and Heng Roulian accompanying him. First, they went to the village chief's house to borrow a tricycle and "invited" the town doctor over, saying that he was invited, but in fact, this kid had dragged him over while he was resting at home.

  The doctor examined him and said that there was no major problem, just a cold and some bruising from the fall. He prescribed some medicine for Chao to take back home and after all the commotion, it was already time for dinner.

  During this time, many villagers came to see him. Everyone knew about the incident at Cha Dao's house last year, and on New Year's Eve, his son was blown up again. The people in this mountain village still attached importance to etiquette, so Cha Wenbin thanked these villagers one by one. Chaozi heated up dinner and suggested that the four of them play cards in the evening, but unexpectedly, he was rejected by Cha Wenbin.

  After dinner, Wen Bin cleaned up and went to take a bath. After washing, he changed into a Taoist robe and came out, which made them very puzzled. Chao Zi held the poker card and asked: "On the first day of the new year, what are you going to do?"

  Cha Wenbin went to the back house and rummaged through it, casually pulling out a few hoes and pickaxes and throwing them over, saying: "Tonight there are two things, first, help me bury my daughter; second, dig up the grave!"

  Chaozi looked at Zhuo Xiong and asked, "What's going on?" Zhuo Xiong spread his hands: "Don't ask me, you'll know when you go. Don't you know his personality yet?"

  Zha Wenbin picked up his stuff, patted Heizi's neck and shouted: "Buddy, let's go!"

  Four people and a dog, taking advantage of the pitch-black night, once again snuck onto that patch of graves.

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