I am doing meritorious deeds in Liaozhai

Ning Danxia and Mo Yuming were both visiting the underworld for the first time. They couldn't help but open the car window and look at the scene outside.

The moment you enter the underworld, your vision narrows.

The Yin Qi was everywhere, forming a thick gray fog. If it weren't for the light coming from the car windows that dispersed a small amount of fog, it would be impossible to see anything clearly.

Now you can still vaguely see some of the scenery passing by outside the car.

It started in a building, and in a blink of an eye, I was outside, passing colorful and beautifully decorated streets, passing large houses, and passing small mud houses. In the end, there was only boundless wasteland with nothing to see.

Ning Danxia and Mo Yuming quickly lost their sense of freshness and lowered their car windows.

There is a lot of space inside the carriage, more than enough space for four people.

At some point in the carriage, a table of just the right size was set up, with melon seeds, peanuts, candied fruits, and snacks placed on it.

Song Yushan and Qin Yuan were eating melon seeds and peeling chestnuts.

Song Yushan invited: "We can't get to Qingshui County until dawn. It's a long night, so let's eat something to catch our drowsiness! I bought it at the market when I came here. It tastes pretty good. Do you want to try it?"

She actually still has two Qiankun bags of food, all of which were prepared for her by Uncle Jin.

When Uncle Jin secretly gave it to her today, she was so moved.

After this trip, she didn’t know when she would be able to come back. She just wanted to keep the things made by Uncle Jin for herself and was reluctant to share them with others.

But the ones sold in the market taste good too.

Ning Danxia quickly joined in and took out some snacks.

Who is out and about without a storage bag full of supplies?There will never be any shortage of food.

Although she does not have a Qiankun bag that can hold the Qiankun bag, she does have a Qiankun bag, a top-quality magic weapon with a larger space.

Mo Yuming looked at the snacks on the table that he rarely touched, and silently took out the tea set.

He condensed a piece of ice and put it into the teapot: "Junior sister, lend me some fire."

Ning Danxia used the ignition technique to light the charcoal in the small furnace.

Melt the ice into water, gradually boil it, and add the tea leaves.

After the tea was brewed, I poured a cup for each of them.

Ning Danxia looked at the tea in her hand and said in surprise: "This paper carriage is more stable than the best carriages! There is not even a ripple in the tea."

"The paper tying technique is indeed magical!" Qin Yuan moved her buttocks. The seat was so soft that she felt like she was sinking into it. It was more comfortable than her bed.

"The paper-tying technique is also very restrictive. Perfect-level paper-tying is too exhausting," Song Yushan said.

She generally won't be able to make perfect-level paper bindings unless she really needs them.

"Fellow Daoist Song, when I first entered the underworld, was the bustling property market I passed by the legendary underworld bookstore?" Mo Yuming asked curiously.

He had heard about ghosts in the past, but had never seen one with his own eyes.

"That's right." Song Yushan said: "The property market you just saw was made using paper-making techniques. The bookstore itself is just an entry-level paper-making technique."

"Is it so spectacular after the paper was burned into the underworld?" Ning Danxia just took a quick look and felt dazzled. It was also made of paper.

She couldn't help but sigh: "The paper-tying technique, which was not taken seriously in the Yang world, is really omnipotent in the Yin world!"

Song Yushan nodded slightly.

Indeed, the paper-tying technique, which can create things in the underworld with thoughts, is indeed omnipotent.

"By the way! I heard that Yinshi Bookstore's Yinshi miscellaneous reports are all unknown. Yushan, do you have any stock here?" Ning Danxia suddenly remembered this and asked.

"Yes." Song Yushan took out a Qiankun bag containing a collection of books from the Qiankun Bag of Merit, took out several bound volumes of newspapers and gave them to them.

The three of them started to look through it.Reading the stories and news in the newspaper, eating snacks, and drinking tea, time flies by.

In the middle of the night, Qin Yuan also took out a deck of leaf cards, and several people played a few games.

Near the end of the Yin period, Wu Zhui neighed.

"Almost there." Song Yushan said.

Several people were refreshed.

Open the window again and look.

It was still the same gray fog and wasteland as before.

Suddenly, a thicker gray fog appeared in front, and Wu Zhui pulled the carriage and crashed into it.

In an instant, the vision suddenly opened up.

Although it was not yet dawn and it was still dark outside, the official road extending under the night could be clearly distinguished.

"A hundred meters or so further from this road is Qingshui County. Let's rest in this county for a day and then hit the road!" Song Yushan said.

Qingshui County is the easternmost county seat of Linjiang County. Going further east, you will enter Sanhe County.

In order to cover up their whereabouts, several people decided early on that after leaving Linjiang County, they would not follow the official path and have as little contact with people as possible. It was best to provide supplies with ordinary people in small villages and towns.

This Qingshui County was their final resting place.

Several people got off the carriage, Song Yushan put away the paper carriage and horses, and everyone walked into the city.

When we entered the city, it was already dawn.

The aroma of breakfast on the street was very attractive, but the four of them had not slept all night, and had not practiced to replenish their energy. They were a little sleepy, so they went straight to an inn to check in and rest.

After a two-hour nap, I was almost done.

Qin Yuan found out that there was a restaurant near the inn that tasted good and the price was affordable.

Several people went to have lunch together.

Although the food in this restaurant is not particularly delicious, the price is indeed very affordable, much cheaper than in the county.

After lunch, when several people were paying, Song Yushan saw a touch of red on the silver coins the restaurant manager gave them, so he stopped his senior sister from collecting the money and picked out the red coins. :
"Shopkeeper, this silver is not clean, please give us another one!"

"Ah?" The shopkeeper looked surprised. After seeing Song Yushan's inexplicably frightening gaze, he wiped the sweat from his palms and said, "Okay, okay, I'll change it for you."

This time, he changed into a clean one.

"Shopkeeper, I'd like to advise you. Green clams bring back money, but they also harm your moral character." Before leaving, Song Yushan left a message.

The restaurant manager's face turned pale: "She...she really knows?"

He was a little scared for a moment, but fortunately he didn't make any excuses. These people looked like they were not ordinary people.

There was lingering fear in my heart, but I didn't take Song Yushan's last words to heart.

The four of them left the restaurant, and Qin Yuan and the others couldn't help but ask: "What's the problem with the money just now? What are green clams?"

"The green clam is a strange insect. The mother and child of this insect are dependent on each other. After being separated, they will reunite again no matter how far or near they are. Even if the larvae are secretly captured, the mother can still trace them and fly away.

If the blood of green clam worms or daughter worms is smeared on the money, and the blood of another kind of worm is used as a guide, the money can be returned quietly.

I just saw the blood stains on the money. I wasn't sure at first. I just tried it out. It was the shopkeeper's reaction that made me sure that he really used green clam blood. "

Song Yushan didn't expect to see something here that he had only seen in books. (End of chapter)