"They are retrieving their own mother's corpse, which doesn't count as breaking the rules or stealing business."
*Though he felt a bit uneasy, it was just a casual endeavor, so they decided to go ahead and do it.*
Tan Wenbin set up the offering table and lit the candles, while Run Sheng brought over a small fishing boat and placed it by the river.
Yin Meng stood in front of the offering table and began the ritual.
Li Zhiyuan stood beside her, watching with great interest.
Compared to his own grandmaster's casual attitude toward rituals, Yin Meng was noticeably more professional, even if some of the ceremonies were not entirely standard, they still had an ancient ceremonial feel.
Particularly intriguing to Li Zhiyuan was the obscure syllables that emerged from her throat, rapidly vibrating through her lips and teeth.
Last night, when the old man was handling business and faced the ghostly figure, it was with this manner of communication.
