“Cinnabar? Talisman paper?”

Zhang Yaowen frowned, but his hands moved quickly, already sending out a message.

“Why would they need these things?” Chen Yuxi, having grown up in the countryside, knew more about the significance of such items than the others.

“These are not easy to find nowadays,” Zhang Yang also began thinking hard about where they could get such things. Perhaps the antique street?

She glanced at the time. It was late, and most shops would have already closed.

Yun Tutu, meanwhile, communicated with Songsong in her mind, “If we can’t find the supplies here, can you provide them?”

Songsong had mentioned something like that before, but Yun Tutu had declined back then, not wanting to spend money vaguely and cause unnecessary panic.

“If it were other items, I could help, but not these,” Songsong responded immediately.

“Why not?” Yun Tutu pursed her lips. “Is this your weakness?”

Songsong replied with disdain, “You don’t seriously think I’m some kind of dirty spirit, do you? Get that thought out of your head. For other items nearby, I could manage. But who normally buys Cinnabar and talisman paper? There’s none within a hundred-mile radius, and I’m not wasting extra energy to get it.”

Although it could retrieve them, Songsong preferred to conserve its energy since Yun Tutu had mentioned finding a big benefactor. Songsong could do the math when it came to energy.

Yun Tutu turned to Zhang Yaowen, “Would the antique street have any?”

Zhang Yaowen shook his head firmly. “Definitely not. I spent some time in that area, and I know the shops there well.”

He kept his eyes on his phone, waiting for a reply.

“Do we need to bring anything else besides cinnabar and talisman paper?” Chen Yuxi asked, also checking her phone. She remembered that they often filled boxes to the brim, and it wouldn’t make sense to bring just a small amount this time.

Yun Tutu consulted Songsong, “What else do they need?”

Songsong answered, “You should bring some food too. Daoist Master Shifang is currently trapped in a formation, and his supplies are running low.”

After Yun Tutu relayed the message, Zhang Yaowen and the others immediately got to work. It was always better to be over-prepared.

As Yun Tutu gazed up at the stars, an uneasy feeling crept into her heart. “Songsong, what kind of world are we heading into this time, with talismans and a Daoist master involved?”

“…It doesn’t matter what kind of world it is,” Songsong replied. “Nothing there can harm you. Just deliver the goods, collect your reward, and come back.”

Songsong’s lack of clarity only heightened Yun Tutu’s anxiety. Her mind raced, and she suddenly blurted out, “Are we going to a ghost world? Am I going to see spirits?”

“…You’ve already guessed, so why ask? But it’s not guaranteed. It depends on your luck.”

“Is it good luck if I see them or bad luck?” Yun Tutu asked, her nerves tingling.

“Just don’t dwell on it. Remember the old saying.”

Yun Tutu reflexively recited, “Don’t speak of people during the day, and don’t speak of ghosts at night…”

Zhang Yang overheard Yun Tutu muttering to herself and couldn’t help but rub her arms. “Is tonight going to be another mind-blowing experience?”

Suddenly, Zhang Yaowen called out excitedly, “We’ve got it! It’s on its way!”

They had feared the request might fall through, but relief washed over him, and his mood visibly lifted.

Yun Tutu was surprised. “Can they get it here within an hour?”

“Yes,” Zhang Yaowen showed her the message on his phone. “It’s coming from the next city over. They’re sending it by helicopter, and it’ll land on the helipad out back.”

Yun Tutu’s mouth fell open. “It really pays to have connections. Lesson learned.”

Meanwhile, Songsong, who had been silently observing, lamented, “…I didn’t see that coming.”

The supplies arrived even faster than expected, and in less than half an hour, Zhang Yaowen and his team were busily unloading and moving things inside.

“What’s all this stuff?” Yun Tutu asked. Since she was the one delivering it, she needed to know.

“Hell money, yellow joss paper, gold ingots, incense,” replied a young man in casual wear. His hands were full with a large box, and he handed Yun Tutu a list.

Once everything was laid out in the courtyard, ready to be packed into boxes, Yun Tutu was completely dumbfounded. What exactly were they sending?

Besides the vital cinnabar and talisman paper, there were paper airplanes, paper boats, and even a paper yacht.

One whole box contained paper effigies — complete with paper bodyguards. Were they planning to take over the underworld?

The most ridiculous part? There were paper office buildings, banks, villas, and apartments. It seemed they were ready to develop an entire infrastructure underground!

As she sifted through the items, Yun Tutu realized that everything came in various sizes, carefully labeled with dimensions. It was as if they were preparing for every possibility.

“I heard they sourced from several funeral supply shops. If they had more time, they could have gathered even more,” someone said.

A cool evening breeze sent chills down Yun Tutu’s spine. She turned to Songsong with a nervous tone. “Songsong, this place we’re going to… it’s still the living world, right?”

Why did it feel like she was the one being sent off instead?

“There’s even a mountain of gold and silver, clothes, skirts, and even gowns,” Zhang Yang’s voice chimed in. “Honestly, if all this became real, I wouldn’t mind not being alive.”

In another life, she’d practically be at the top of the hierarchy.

Chen Yuxi, standing next to her, knocked her on the head. “Don’t talk nonsense! Spit that out!”

Songsong, still in shock, muttered, “I never realized the dead could enjoy such luxuries.”

This world was truly fascinating, considering every detail.

“You still haven’t answered my question,” Yun Tutu pressed. “I’m not going to be surrounded by ghosts when I arrive, am I?”

“That’s impossible. You’ll have Daoist Master Shifang with you.”

Yun Tutu breathed a sigh of relief. “That’s good. Daoists specialize in exorcising evil.”

“But exorcising evil means there is evil,” Yun Tutu’s worry returned. “Maybe I shouldn’t go after all.”

Songsong replied, “There will likely be other worlds like this in the future. Do you think you’ll have enough energy to cover the penalties?”

Yun Tutu felt like crying. “But I’m afraid of ghosts!”

Zhang Yaowen and the others felt uneasy too. Even if Yun Tutu was scared, they would be just as frightened if they encountered something supernatural.

Just as they were about to suggest abandoning the task, Yun Tutu gritted her teeth and started packing the supplies. “So what if I see ghosts? I’ve seen ancient people and even eunuchs. What’s one more ghost?”

Then, clasping her hands together, she bowed in every direction. “I beg you, merciful spirits, if you’re out there, please help me get through this without getting scared to death.”

Even though her life wasn’t at risk, what if she got scared out of her mind?

“But why are we sending funeral supplies to a Daoist master?” Yun Tutu asked as the boxes were gradually filled. “Aren’t these meant for spirits?”

“It’s always better to be prepared. We don’t know exactly what he’ll need. By the way, the food doesn’t fit in the boxes, so it’ll hang in front,” Chen Yuxi said, arranging a few bags of dried goods. She also carried a backpack.