y grabbed me and with a thud, he knelt before Grandpa."Grandfather, we were wrong... We wanted to give you and Grandmother some gifts, so we rushed back all night. We found that there was no sound ins...Shoes are a taboo in our line of work.

This belongs to someone's personal belongings and is often worn. The owner's scent is very strong.

Moreover, folk customs dictate that shoes should not be given as gifts because the pronunciation of "shoe" resembles the word for "evil." Similar to avoiding gifts of bells, giving shoes is considered taboo due to this perceived association with negativity.

That bitch sent me a picture today, it was just a shoe, but you couldn't really see what kind it was.

My dad took one look and said it was freshly dug up. He's experienced and usually doesn't make mistakes.

“The shoes in the picture are estimated to be from a coffin, soaked in corpse water and therefore stained with soil. This type of coffin is probably over a hundred years old, dating back to the late Qing Dynasty.” Dad lowered his head, twisting red thread, and frowned: “Back then, there were natural and man-made disasters, and few people died peacefully. There was resentment, more or less. I have always been too lazy to touch things from that era.”

"This was forced on me, you know I have to put up with it because of Qìn's face. I can't just rip him a new one." I scoffed.

The old geezer glared at me: "A wife's face is more important than your own, understand Qinyin is such a good girl, she never causes you trouble and provides you with so much convenience. Her relatives probably heard about your reputation and came knocking, there's no way around it. It's up to men to solve this properly, stop whining."

I'm so mad, this old man is playing favorites!

"In this line of work, it's always double blessings or double misfortunes. Today someone sent us a picture of a woman who lost a shoe on the way up here, and right after that you got this suitcase. Get in touch with that old lady immediately. Let's just take the suitcase to her directly, maybe there's another shoe inside." The old man kicked me.

Helplessly, after installing the photo, I dialed the number written on the back with a ballpoint pen.

The phone was answered almost immediately, and the woman on the other end chuckled, “Sir Mu, are you interested in taking this ‘treasure’ back I’ll send you the address, waiting for your arrival!”

"Cut the crap, your precious darling has been causing a ruckus lately, hasn't she You want me to take her off your hands It costs money for this old master to collect scrap. How much are you offering" I scoffed.

Then the old women were taken aback and secretly spat: "Let's see what the master of Mu has to say, maybe this is an antique very valuable——"

"Which is more important, money or life Think it through, I just happened to have a job that matches yours, maybe they're a pair, that's why I asked if you want your life. You're still hoping for wealth with this kind of taboo stuff"

The woman suddenly blurted out a swear word in dialect when she heard this. I didn't quite understand it. She immediately stopped arguing with me and lowered her voice, "I understand. Just have Mu come over and take a look first. I don't have the ability to move this thing. The whole courtyard is relying on it right now! I'll give you the address—"

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This widow.

His husband was a mole, specializing in digging holes. Later, he got involved in some big things and was arrested, his belongings were confiscated.

However, raising a child is not easy for a woman, and soon someone found this woman, inheriting her husband's business and continuing to do some "small business".

Not long ago, a place had to relocate graves due to road construction. An unmarked burial mound surprisingly unearthed several thick-skinned coffins, but no one claimed them. This woman heard the news and immediately brought her team to scout the surrounding area at night. They actually dug up a few more!

They are also considered experts, speculating that this place should be the former family cemetery of a prominent family, but it must have been closed off and abandoned later on.

One coffin contained liquid inside, this kind of coffin generally has good goods, but they were all soaked and corroded.

From inside, there was a pair of very beautifully decorated old shoes. When I first got them, they felt too wet, so I shook them to get the water out and didn't hold on tight enough, dropping them on the ground. They picked up some dirt, so my grandfather, with his sharp eyes, immediately said that the dirt on the shoes was new.

After cleaning up the loot, several people sat on the ground dividing it. At that time, no one paid attention to this ugly and muddy shoe. It was accidentally torn apart, one shoe was given to an underling, and this widow took one.

That subordinate was often secretly shipping goods abroad, he had connections. At the time, after dividing the loot, he left overnight, speculated that he went to ship according to the old rules, and then for a long time there was no news of him, and later it was said that he died.

This startled the widow, who investigated his death from all angles. The results showed that he had died, but the specific circumstances were unclear. It was said that he died in the bathtub, leaving it an unsolved case.

Word spread quickly through the community, becoming increasingly exaggerated. Those in this line of work were bold but also superstitious; many became frightened and stayed indoors. This widow's household had been peaceful until recently, when things began to stir as well. She dared not invite a Taoist priest—fearful of exposing her livelihood and attracting trouble.

"But he actually dared to come looking for me Doesn't he know my uncle is the top cop" I chatted with the old fart while driving.

This old geezer has been living like a pampered little prince ever since he got rid of that troublesome business. He's too lazy to work, too lazy to drive, just fishing, chatting, and sunbathing all day long. When he goes out, he'd rather take a taxi or have me drive him.

When Xiao Qiao came back, he started acting cute with her, demanding food and drink, and even asking for a back rub. If they disagreed on anything, he'd immediately cry out "Aiyo" and pretend to be miserable.

A man in his forties, not quite fifty, living so shamelessly, is also what Qiao and I have gotten used to.

In my old man's words: My son is independent, married, and can earn a living to support his family; my daughter got married, her husband can protect the family, so what else should I worry about, what else should I do

Live like a salted fish.

Only the mouth likes to move.

"Isn't that right I think this woman definitely didn't investigate our family carefully. But Uncle Cheng Su went to the Imperial Capital for further studies, she probably doesn't know." My father was eating mango candy and giving me instructions while driving: "Hey, you smelly boy, do you see if there is an illusion at the fork in the road ahead"

"What kind of trickery is this Are you getting old and your eyes are failing"

"You little rascal, what are you saying! There's no way I'm getting old!"

"I told you not to lie around playing games, but you wouldn't listen. Serves you right for your eyesight to deteriorate... That was clearly just a trick, and you're asking me if it was You're getting more childish by the day!" I slammed my foot on the gas pedal and sped towards the rice paddy.

I've seen this kind of simple trick a few times. Ordinary people can't see it.

But those who walk the yin and yang can see through it—where magic is used to conceal, there is usually a hazy mist, especially in the color.

The scenery in the normal world is real, while things created with yin-yang power and Taoist magic are always "out of place," like if you're surrounded by bright blue skies but there's a place obscured by an illusion, the colors will appear dimmer — it's not natural after all.

It was the dead of night, pitch black all around. The fork in the road, supposedly obscured by some magic barrier, turned out to be a rough path made of haphazardly laid stones - a barely finished mountain road.

"Oh, this good car running on these mountain roads, it's so heartbreaking." Dad muttered, pressing the car window down and looking out.

This old geezer was deliberately courting death. A gust of cold wind swept in, making the hairs on the back of our necks stand on end.

"Heh heh, this is the right way..." Dad said proudly, "testing the road with my own body."

"You old fellow are really fearless, aren't you!" I said, both angry and amused. "Don't think just because your son-in-law is Lord Hades that he's gotten bold!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, the car hit a large stone and jumped up. The red copper wire-wrapped suitcase in the trunk couldn't bear the silence anymore, and it began to creak— "creak, creak"—uman shedding its skin, but I suspect he flayed a person and preserved it with secret arts in the house. When he needs to change his appearance, he uses a magic called drawing skins - the smell on him...