Zhang San, please behave yourself!
Chapter 64 - 64 64 Professional Ghost Hunters

64: Chapter 64: Professional Ghost Hunters 64: Chapter 64: Professional Ghost Hunters “Zhang San, are you being a bit too greedy?”

At this moment, Zhao Siyang’s face was ashen, looking even weaker than when he had pretended to be weak before.

It’s uncertain who had irritated him.

“Look at what you’re saying.

You don’t understand the Language of All Things, and you don’t know that speaking it consumes a great deal of Qi.

I kept three Pills to restore my Qi to replenish my depletion.

Isn’t that normal?

Can that be called greedy?”

Zhao Siyang glared and said angrily, “What about the Body-Strengthening Pills then?”

“I helped you translate and communicate, and I also helped you avoid a fight, reducing your karma from killing.

Charging a little fee, Third Miss Gan, don’t you think it’s reasonable?

Can that be called greedy?”

Grinding his teeth, Zhao Siyang asked, “What about the Healing Pills?

You’re not even injured.”

“There you are wrong.

Just because I’m not injured now doesn’t mean I won’t be later.

It’s about prevention.”

“But look at you.

You don’t even use the Healing Pills when you’re hurt.

Clearly, you don’t need them.

What’s wrong with giving something you don’t need to a friend?

This isn’t about whether I am greedy or not anymore; it’s about why you are so stingy.

Zhao Siyang, can’t you think a bit bigger?”

Zhao Siyang didn’t want to talk anymore.

He was now thinking about a way to kill Zhang San without creating karma for himself.

After passing through the canyon, night had already fallen.

In the gloomy forest trail, the bright moonlight slanted down, barely allowing them to see the path.

Zhang San suddenly asked, “It’s so late and we’re still traveling.

Couldn’t we encounter some ghosts or monsters?”

“Ah!?”

Third Miss Gan seemed a bit scared, immediately grabbing Zhao Siyang’s sleeve.

Zhao Siyang promptly said with an air of righteousness, “Don’t worry, as long as I am here, even if there are ghosts and monsters, there’s nothing to fear!”

Third Miss Gan immediately cooed, “Taoist Priest Zhao, with you here… I feel relieved.”

But just at that moment, all three heard rustling sounds beside the path ahead.

Listening closely, there were two people talking.

To be more precise, there were two voices talking, but whether they were human was unclear.

“Go on, it’s all right.”

“I can’t, I’m scared.”

“What are you scared of, trust me.”

“But…

but I’m still scared.”

Listening to these poorly scripted lines between two men, Zhang San gazed into the vast night and wondered who had written One Thousand and One Nights.

“I told you, it’s fine, I really can catch ghosts!”

“But…

but what if there are ghosts?

What will I do if you run away?”

Just then, both men heard footsteps not far off, then saw three figures gradually approaching.

“Ah—”

“Ah!!!”

The two screaming individuals immediately clung to each other.

For some reason, one of them, facing the direction of the three approaching figures, kept spitting.

Zhao Siyang unleashed four Sword Qi, lighting up the area with his Sword Qi.

“Gentlemen, we are human, no need to panic.”

The two hugging individuals then stopped wailing and took a careful look, realizing the newcomers were a Little Taoist, a pretty woman hanging onto his arm, and an extraordinarily handsome young man.

“There might be ghosts ahead; I advise you three to not go there,” said a burly middle-aged man with a beard that looked bold and powerful, yet his tone was extremely timid.

A farmer-looking man next to him scoffed and said disdainfully, “I’ve told you, I can catch ghosts.

With me, Song, around, you’ll definitely be fine!”

Zhang San walked over and bowed to the two men.

“My name is Zhang San, and these are my friends, Zhao Siyang and Third Miss Gan.

May I ask your names, and what brings you to this wilderness…?”

Song also bowed to Zhang San.

“I am Song Dingbo, a farmer from nearby.

Don’t be fooled by my appearance as a farmer; I’ve learned the art of ghost-catching in a dream, and now I make a living off it,” he said.

Hearing that the other party had learned to catch ghosts in a dream, Zhang San was intrigued and asked quickly.

“You can learn to catch ghosts in a dream?

Did you dream of deities?”

Song Dingbo laughed heartily.

“Actually, catching ghosts is quite simple.

You seem like good people, and since you’re not locals and are in a hurry, I don’t mind telling you – after all, you won’t be competing with me.

These ghosts, they are afraid of saliva.”

Hearing this, Zhang San was baffled.

“So if I bring along a lick-dog who licks ghosts upon seeing them, wouldn’t that make me invincible?”

Zhao Siyang felt that Zhang San was mocking him, but he had no proof.

Song Dingbo pondered for a moment, then said, “I never thought of that; I’ve always used my own saliva.

I might buy a dog to try that.”

“We need to keep moving forward, would you two care to join us?”

Zhang San’s invitation to the two men was purely out of curiosity about how Song Dingbo could have possibly learned to catch ghosts in his dreams.

The bearded, stocky middle-aged man hesitated but realized that if they all went and he stayed alone, it would be even more dangerous, so he could only follow Song Dingbo’s lead and nodded.

So, a party of five continued along the trail.

Yet, as the five of them moved forward, none of them noticed a stone tablet covered by knee-high weeds beside the trail.

On the stone tablet, the words “Severed Head Rock” were carved in vivid red.