Yun Tutu looked at the remaining items in her hands, not much was left. She brought everything to Daoist Shifang. “Daoist, I’m short on time, could you help me burn these for the wandering souls and lost spirits?”

Some of the spirits were hiding far away, pitifully watching from a distance, and Yun Tutu couldn’t help but soften.

“Share some of these paper money and incense with them as well. It’s a small gesture of kindness.”

The spirits hiding far away, upon hearing Yun Tutu’s words, gathered excitedly and kept thanking her.

These souls probably hadn’t been dead for long and weren’t very powerful, still retaining their tragic forms from the time of their deaths. Yun Tutu felt uncomfortable looking at them and quickly put on her safety helmet. For the first time, she eagerly urged to leave. “Song Song, the transaction is complete. Let’s go.”

Song Song readily agreed, as staying longer would only drain more of its energy.

A white light flashed, and the living people who had been there moments ago disappeared. Daoist Shifang circled around the spot a few times, smacking his lips. “How interesting.”

“Daoist, hurry and burn the paper,” the waiting spirits were more concerned with the pile of paper money in front of them.

“Fine, I’ll burn it, but you’ll have to distribute it amongst yourselves.” Daoist Shifang sighed, both exasperated and amused. Were these spirits so easily bribed?

In the future, before performing rituals, he would definitely need to have a chat with the ghosts first. If a few offerings were enough to send them back to the underworld, why waste his magic?

But then again, he thought to himself, what’s the point of practicing Daoism? What is the purpose of Daoism’s existence?

As for the four ghost kings, they had taken their rewards and disappeared, leaving the weaker spirits behind. Did they trust him too much, or did they look down on him?

If Yun Tutu were still there, she would have scoffed. Daoist Shifang was acting ungrateful after getting what he wanted.

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On the other side, Yun Tutu had just returned to the real world. Upon seeing familiar faces, she was so overwhelmed she nearly burst into tears.

“Are you alright?” The moment Yun Tutu appeared, Chen Yuxi and Zhang Yang were already by her side, supporting her, noticing that she was trembling all over.

“Quick, get some warm water,” Chen Yuxi called out to Zhang Yaowen as they helped her back home.

Song Song mumbled, “I thought you were tough, didn’t expect you to be scared.”

“What could I do? Fear doesn’t solve problems,” Yun Tutu said as she sat on the sofa, finally feeling a sense of relief. Sipping on the warm water, she started to calm down.

“Thinking about it now, it wasn’t all that scary,” she said, glancing at her two sisters who were watching her with concern. Yun Tutu felt both moved and eager to share.

“When I first saw those spirits, I thought my heart would jump out of my chest. What they show in movies isn’t all lies; some things are far scarier than what we saw.”

Yun Tutu rambled on for quite a while, and no one interrupted her. When she had nearly finished venting her emotions, she laughed awkwardly, “Look at me, turning into a chatterbox. Let me tell you what I gained from this trip.”

Yun Tutu took out a stack of envelopes from her bag. “These are talismans I exchanged with the Daoist. They’re really useful in the supernatural world, and I asked Song Song—these work in our world too.”

As for the items in the car, someone had already brought them in, and they were now neatly placed in the living room.

Hearing that most of these items were from the ghost kings, everyone was even more impressed with Yun Tutu.

They had thought this young girl was just lucky to be chosen by the Cross-Dimensional Delivery Service, but it turned out she had real skills, making deals with ghost kings while delivering to the Daoist.

“The Daoist is so poor, all he has left are talismans,” Yun Tutu said with a smile, picking out a few envelopes. “These were freshly drawn. I saw him do it myself, and a flash of light appeared when he finished.”

Yun Tutu handed everything to Zhang Yaowen, adding, “Submit these, and see if they can give me a few protection talismans in return.”

“You can take what you need first,” Zhang Yaowen said, spreading the envelopes out and picking out the one labeled with protection talismans. “Everything will be recorded, and once we distribute them, we’ll send yours back.”

They had already taken quite a bit from the girl, and even though the items were valuable, they couldn’t keep breaking the rules.

Yun Tutu took out the protection talismans, which were the most abundant of the Daoist’s stock—around twenty in total. She took six for her family and, after some thought, took out two more.

Zhang Yaowen didn’t say anything, just quietly recorded the numbers and left with the items. “I might not come back tonight, you all rest.”

He gave Yun Tutu a pointed look, “Have Zhang Yang stay with you for the night.”

Zhang Yang immediately linked arms with Yun Tutu. “I was thinking the same thing. Let’s have a sisterly chat all night long.”

Yun Tutu smiled and didn’t refuse. She wasn’t sure if she’d see those spirits again when she closed her eyes, and having someone with her made her feel braver.

Yun Tutu had thought she wouldn’t be able to sleep, but as they talked, she ended up falling asleep before Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang lay staring at the ceiling. “…Maybe I’m the one who’s going to have trouble sleeping tonight.”

The next morning, Yun Tutu stood on the balcony, basking in the sunlight before heading downstairs. She had never found the sun to be so lovely.

The bone-chilling cold of the supernatural world was still fresh in her memory.

Zhang Yaowen was already downstairs waiting. His bloodshot eyes indicated another sleepless night.

“Brother Zhang, don’t you want to sleep for a bit?”

Zhang Yaowen shook his head. “No need, we’re used to it.”

“The items from this time have been distributed, and here’s the inventory list.”

Yun Tutu skimmed through the list. She had received most of the wealth contributed by the ghost kings, but fewer talismans.

Zhang Yaowen looked a little embarrassed, though his dark complexion made it hard to notice. “The talismans are important for Daoist research, so rare ones have been kept back. But don’t worry, if you need any, you’ll get priority.”

Yun Tutu had expected this and wasn’t too concerned. She hoped she would never have to use those talismans anyway. “I don’t mind, but can I handle these jewelry and gemstones myself?”

“Feel free to use them; they’ve already been cleared through the proper channels.” Zhang Yaowen had understood her intent ever since Yun Tutu took out a few protection talismans the previous day. “Talk to Song Song. If time allows, you could even take a trip home.”

Yun Tutu’s eyes lit up. “Really?”

Her father had been hospitalized last time, and she hadn’t been able to visit. She hadn’t been home since the new year and was starting to feel homesick.

“Of course, you’re free to go,” Zhang Yaowen nodded solemnly.