Chapter 17: A Frightful Nighttime Stroll

  The business skills of the salesperson are such that even if there is no door, they will dig a hole in the wall to get in. Now that the door has loosened up a bit, he has made up his mind to bring another bottle of good wine next time. Last time, he sold six bottles of good wine and shared one with Zhang Yu and his girlfriend Xiaoyu. He brought another bottle this time and still has four more at home. Chen Mudan must be conquered!

  It's said that when Wen Fei was running his business, he had this unyielding determination, and who knows, maybe he has already become the new Chen Anshi. Why would he need to run all the way back in time to sell small goods?

  "Alright, alright... Take this prescription and go, it might be of some use!" Chen Niwan seemed to have been genuinely moved by Wen Fei's sincerity, and handed over a crumpled piece of paper.

  Wen Fei's heart suddenly became excited, and he pretended to transmit the secrets of the ten thousand volumes, but actually transmitted only one sentence. Could it be that this is the most crucial fire timing secret in the Dan Dao sect?

  He trembled as he opened it, and saw that on the paper was written: "Five liang of Shu Di, genuine and large roots, material for nine preparations. First grind into a fine powder. Two liang of Xiang Ru, use the method of scorching with fire. Second grind into a fine powder... Two liang of Ba Ji, soak in yellow wine overnight, dry in the sun and use. Third grind into a fine powder..."

  "This is obviously a prescription! Wen Fei was instantly stunned!"

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  Modern

  It's night again, although it's already 12 o'clock, but the effect of complete silence is still not achieved. In the distance, neon lights are still flickering, and this residential area is relatively quiet.

  If you pay attention, you can see a faint shadow composed of mist near the green belt in this old-fashioned residential area. There is even a hint of sandalwood fragrance, but there are no pedestrians coming and going here, nor anyone noticing this strange shadow.

  Recently, Wen Fei has been practicing more diligently. Almost every night, he goes out for outdoor activities. Without the constraints of his physical body, only his weightless spirit remains, as if he had shed the heavy shackles that had been weighing him down for so long, feeling extremely relaxed and carefree.

  Recently, Wen Fei seems to have made some progress and is no longer very afraid of the wind outside. In a city like this, there usually isn't much strong wind anyway. If it's really bad weather, Wen Fei won't go out looking for trouble either.

  Wenfeng slowly walked out of the neighborhood, this was his first time, with great excitement. Just as he stepped onto the road, a gust of wind blew by, and the thin fog around him almost dispersed. Wenfeng was startled, but fortunately, the wind came quickly and left just as fast!

  Without the physical body's restraints, it is free and easy, but without the protection of the physical body, the yin soul is exposed in this world and still faces great danger. If there were no sandalwood, relying solely on the yin soul itself, I wouldn't dare to wander around outside recklessly.

  "Huh......" Wen Fei's heart skipped a beat, with an unstoppable sense of horror. In his eyes, there was actually someone covered in blood walking back and forth by the side of the road.

  "A ghost?" Wen Fei's hair would have stood on end if he had any. Unfortunately, he was now a spirit.

  The day before yesterday, there was a traffic accident on this road and someone was run over to death. Wen Fei didn't see it himself, but only heard the owner of the grocery store in the neighborhood mention it. This one in front should be it.

  His leg was obviously broken, twisted in an eerie way, and his body was covered in blood. Yet he seemed completely unaware, walking back and forth with a dull expression on his face. That's why Wen Fei was able to recognize him as a ghost so easily!

  "Grandmaster, I'm not afraid of you. Grandmaster, my spirit has escaped from the underworld, and I've become a ghost too. Who's afraid of whom?" Wen Fei's voice was trembling, trying to boost his own morale, but it didn't sound confident at all.

  Wen Fei carefully avoided the ghost, but saw that it seemed to have not noticed him at all, and was just walking back and forth mechanically. It wasn't until then that Wen Fei remembered that according to legend, a person's soul wouldn't regain consciousness until seven days after death.

  But Wen Fei estimated that this ghost would not last for seven days! The ghost is actually very similar to Wen Fei's current yin soul state, exposed in the open air, blown by the wind and scorching sun, with people passing by. These are all huge drains on a yin soul.

  For example, when Wen Fei is now out of the way, he usually hides from people. It's not that he's afraid of scaring others, but normal people have strong yang energy, and the three flames on their heads and shoulders are burning fiercely. If you get too close, such as standing close by, you'll feel like you're being burned by fire. This ghost is probably going to be gone in less than seven days, and before he regains consciousness, he will enter the underworld and his soul will disperse. Unfortunately, Wen Fei can't help him. He doesn't have the endurance to help others transcend!

  If it were ancient times, not to mention such a sudden death, even if one died of natural causes, people would still be invited to perform rituals for the deceased and see them off with peace of mind. However, after going through those upheavals decades ago, these traditions have been lost, and very few people follow them anymore. How pitiful are these ghosts!

  The bank is just ahead, and the night bank has already stopped business. All cash has been transported to the vault by an armored car for safekeeping.

  In the dead of night, Wen Fei didn't actually want to sneak into the empty bank to steal money, he just wanted to experience the atmosphere. Damn it, this bank is completely unguarded for me, Wen Da Xian, I can come and go as I please!

  With this mentality, Wen Fei was slightly excited and had just walked to the bank entrance. Suddenly, he heard two loud roars, which scared him so much that his soul almost dispersed.

  Only the two stone lions at the entrance of the bank came to life, their eyes emitting a fierce light, staring at Wen Fei. As if struggling to break free from the constraints of the base, pouncing on him and tearing Wen Fei into pieces!

  Under the shock, Wen Fei's soul suddenly collapsed. Then he returned to his own body, and his whole body couldn't help but tremble.

  It took a long time for Wen Fei to finally calm down slowly. His heart was still pounding, fortunately he didn't run far, the yin soul dispersed and returned directly to his body. If he had lost one of his souls, there would be no place to cry about it.

  He poured a glass of water and drank it down, slowly calming his heartbeat. Who would have thought that the stone lion at the bank entrance actually had this effect? Wen Fei always thought it was just for decoration!

  The next day, Wen Fei slept until he was woken up by Zhang Yu's knock on the door.

  "Isn't it? It's already noon now. How are you still sleeping?" Zhang Yu exclaimed exaggeratedly.

  Wen flew up with a dizzy head and startled Zhang Yu: "Are you sick or something, why do you look so pale!"

  Wen Fei touched his own forehead, neither feverish nor hot, and cursed: "You're the one who's sick! I, Daoist Master, am as hard as gold, immune to all diseases!"

  Fatso smiled and said, "As long as you're not sick, that's good. Here, this is the original wine that Xiaoyu asked me to bring to you. This is really something that can't be bought with money! It's just right for you to use to curry favor with that high-ranking official of yours!"