The old woman's shout was like a death curse.
The team of ten uphill also slowed down as a result.
Li Zhiyuan knew he had stumbled upon an unexpected challenge.
Fortunately, this wasn't a question he was required to answer, at least not at this stage.
Moreover, he had already decided to skip this question, so now he simply needed to continue skipping it.
The youth's mind was racing; it was now confird that the old couple's apparent business was a roadside service station for passing drivers, while secretly it was the Underworld Road Inn.
The courtyard was nothing special because the young man was very cautious.
When he entered the courtyard, he thoroughly inspected it and found no traces of any array.
Additionally, he refused the hospitality offered by the old couple, including the firewood provided by the couple, carefully observing the color of the flas and the smoke as the wood burned. He even noticed the expressions of the five returnees when they smoked the cigarettes bought at the inn.
Everything was normal, and the remaining extra actions were the key to the abnormalities.
Two white sails, the old man burnt paper, and the old woman waved a mirror.
The Corpse Driving Team then chose to "rest" here, and those seven mbers of the Wang Family all t with a tragic fate, only the old couple remained unhard.
White sail... the image of the white sail appeared in Li Zhiyuan's mind, and he quickly stripped it of its excess accessories, analyzing only its functional details. It was, in fact, a very rudintary guiding sail.
His own grandmaster had similar ones at ho, used during funerals, as flags held by the front relatives, but taller, larger, and more flamboyant.
The entire thought process completed in an instant.
Since the old couple could safely navigate this with it, why shouldn't he follow suit?
The simplest way to solve a problem... is to copy the correct answer directly.
"Brother Runsheng, set up the offering table!"
"Okay!"
Run Sheng knelt on both knees, stabilized himself, and reached into his hiking bag.
Each person's hiking bag was packed individually, aid to quickly retrieve what was needed in critical monts.
Run Sheng first pulled out a small table board, which resembled the small dining tables that can be stood up over hospital beds in high-end wards.
The difference being, it was more sophisticated.
His own grandmaster's offering table was distinguished by extravagance, primarily providing emotional value to the family.
Li Zhiyuan's approach here was entirely minimalist.
Firstly, the small table didn't have fixed legs; pulling down on the underside would lift the tal frawork like a drawbridge, and applying a little pressure downward would auto-adjust it to maintain stability.
Thus, even on a sloped surface, it could stand level.
On the small tabletop, there were nine varying-sized recessed slots, four above, four below, and one alone in the bottom corner, all covered.
Run Sheng quickly removed all eight covers.
Beneath the top four slots were four short candles, two white, two red.
The lower four slots contained: preserved at, salted fish, ham, shredded at.
No offering is complete without at; these four were all at-based and didn't spoil easily.
The single recessed slot in the bottom corner held pre-poured and sealed rice wine.
A small offering table rich in color, fragrance, and flavor, was ready.
The dostic food industry wasn't advanced enough at the ti, but Li Zhiyuan had already embraced Western trends, initiating pre-made dishes for offerings.
While Run Sheng was handling these, Li Zhiyuan fetched two small array flags from his backpack, planted them before him, and tied knots to both flagstaffs.
He then took out five sheets of yellow paper from the underside connection of the table, shook them to self-ignite without fire, and waved them over the candles, causing one red and one white candle to light up.
White represents yin, red denotes yang, with both illuminated, it signified the intersection of yin and yang.
Li Zhiyuan clapped his hands, extinguishing the half-burned yellow papers, keeping one for himself, handing one to Run Sheng, and tossing one downward to float below.
Tan Wenbin quickly caught it.
Lastly, the young man took out a copper mirror from his backpack, holding it while gripping two extra sheets of yellow paper with his other hand.
After completing these actions, Li Zhiyuan exhaled a breath, having assembled a simple "Yin Yang Road Inn."
Though the terrain was very uneven, a large slope, normal corpse drivers would surely dislike it, and typically wouldn't choose to rest here, but it didn't matter, at least he had hung a sheep's head.
At this mont, flas also flickered from the neighboring side.
Li Zhiyuan turned his head and saw the woman had planted two white cloths before her, with yellow stains, apparently improvised from baby diaper cloth.
In front of her ground altar, nothing more than peanuts, lon seeds, crackers, peach crisps, all of which were her carried snacks.
However, she dripped her fingertip blood onto a cracker, making it a at offering.
Currently, she also pulled out five sheets of paper money in her hand, which she ignited and extinguished, holding one herself and sticking one onto the swaddling cloth.
Finally, she took out a pink plastic heart-shaped box, opened it to reveal a mirror inside.
This style the city girls now found tacky.
She dug out the mirror surface with her nail, clamping it between her fingers.
After completing these actions, the woman also turned her head towards Li Zhiyuan, her hand holding three remaining torn sheets of money.
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