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We all know that the advent of a new life is a grand and complicated affair, and that a child who is not careful may not be able to come into the world. However, very few people knew that when a life forms away, it is similarly complicated. If one isn't careful, the Undead might not be able to leave.

Life and death were the keys to entering this new world. Life and death meant tribulation. Death meant tribulation. There used to be a midwife who helped people overdo it, but now there's a doctor. As for those who helped others to survive the deadly tribulation, they were called spirit givers. However, with the development of this era, this trip was about to end.

My family is Mr. Shouling, passed down from generation to generation, but in my grandfather's generation, there was almost no successor.

Firstly, the social changes were too fast. With the impact of the new culture and ideas, everyone no longer cared if they needed to hire Mr. Ling anymore. Some people even felt like they had lost everything after the lights went out.

Secondly, we have entered the economic era. My father went out early to work in order to let me study, so he doesn't want to inherit my grandfather's legacy.

It was only a coincidence that I entered this profession. After graduating from high school, because of my poor university entrance examination results, I wandered back and forth between studying and working. I squatted at my hometown and followed my grandpa out to get some extra money.

One morning I heard that the madwoman in the next village had drowned. That crazy old woman was called Auntie Red, she had an intermittent semi-crazy personality, so she was able to distinguish between the two of them.

Aunt Hong's husband, Lao Huang, despised her and felt that she was embarrassing him by always tying her up and beating her up. This is what everyone knows, so in the beginning, we also thought Old Yellow wouldn't spend money to arrange a funeral for Auntie Hong, the kind of thing like finding a coffin and casually burying it.

As a result, the night after Aunt Hong's death, Old Yellow ran over to my house, panting as he asked grandpa to come over. He said that Auntie Hong's coffin could not be lifted. From noon till night, he had called over ten burly men, but none of them could carry it. There must be something strange.

Unfortunately for him, his grandfather had fallen that day. It was not easy for the old man to fall. His bones were broken and he was unable to get out of bed.

However, Old Yellow was anxious and wanted to drag me over. It said that it would probably do the same when it saw me often working with its grandfather.

How could Grandpa be willing to do that? He said that I would be able to hold on for a bit if it was just to send my soul out of the house normally, but I can't do it in this kind of situation.

The weasel thought everyone else was in the same boat as him, so it said that in addition to the original two thousand yuan, it would also give him an extra thousand yuan to make my grandpa pay.

Grandfather clearly told Old Yellow, it's not a matter of money. In this line of work, I have a sense of mission. But now there was really a situation. He broke his leg and couldn't leave!

His grandpa told Old Yellow to go to the next village and find a Taoist to take a look. Old Yellow immediately said that it was too late and when he came, there was a loud bang inside the coffin.

When I heard this, I wanted to scold him. I didn't know that he would only say something so important now.

Thinking of the three thousand dollars, my heart jumped. I said to my grandfather, ”Let me give it a try. I'll do whatever it takes. If it doesn't work out, I'll just run away.”

Grandfather saw that there really is no other way. If we continue delaying it like this, something big might happen, so he asked me to pull out a box from under his bed and take some tools. They are Mo Dou, the Five Emperors Coins and the like. These were all things that could only be used if something was wrong. Grandfather had brought the spirit into the world for half his life, so nothing bad had happened to it. Therefore, these tools were all covered in dust.

Pappy told me to wrap the coffin in a piece of string and leave everything else alone, so I agreed and followed the weasel to his house.

Aunt Hong's coffin was parked in the yard. Strictly speaking, it wasn't even a coffin. It was a cabinet that was casually nailed together with an old door board. No lights or incense were lit. There was no one in the yard. They must have been scared away.

I ran over to the coffin and there was a loud bang from inside. I had never seen such a scene before so I quickly pulled out a string from the ink-pot. However, the thread had been stuck there for a long time. I pulled hard, and it broke!

I was speechless and called for the weasel to help. I turned around and saw that the weasel was actually hiding outside the yard, refusing to come in.

I shouted at Old Yellow, ”Come in, I can't handle this by myself!”

Old Yellow waved its hand and said that it didn't know anything and wouldn't be able to help, so it didn't bother me anymore.

I almost hit him with the stool, scaring him. If Aunt Hong really ran out, the first thing she would do was take his life. Only then did Old Yellow walk in timidly, asking if there was anything he could do for me.

I immediately got him to help me connect the line. After connecting the line, we successfully pulled it out. But the awkward thing was that there was no more ink inside.

I looked in the direction of my home.