and a boning knife, lying across the stove. This was a grave disrespect to the Stove God! Could that daughter have done this on purposeWant to scare away all the guardian spirits in your humble abode"...Now encountering ghosts has become commonplace. I habitually lower my head to look at the shadows under their feet, one by one, they all have shadows, but they aren't ghosts.

But their words were strange, and they stared at us with a knowing look in their eyes. It was clear that this wasn't a normal place.

Tai Bao gave my brother a gesture, making a fist but keeping his little finger raised and hooked. My brother immediately looked as if he understood.

"What kind of secret code are you using" I asked, confused.

My brother hugged me, whispering in my ear, "This is a special place, a cheap version of paradise, you understand"

I nodded, understanding. No wonder it was strange to see him during the day.

The narrower the alley became, the colder it felt. I couldn't help but look up at the small brick houses on either side. In one old building, a red piece of underwear was hanging in the window, looking eerie and unsettling.

"This place is creepy. I find it hard to believe that anyone would actually enjoy coming here."

Da Bao whispered, "Little Lady, this isn't just an ordinary business. These women are formidable."

Amazing In what way

Seeing that I didn't understand, Dabao let out a snort and whispered, "This place is called Widow Alley. These women are basically widows, all sharp-tongued and with grim faces. Even those who aren't married are single. They make a living here, who knows how many men they've slept with..."

He looked around: “Running a business of ghosts, too.”

I widened my eyes, a ghost business How do I even do that without a marriage contract

Da Bao continued to refresh my worldview, muttering under his breath: "Little Empress, how can you be so naive... find a drunkard possessed by a ghost, and you could sleep with all these widows."

"Do those women know the kind of clients they're taking on" I find it unbelievable. What kind of ghost is still so horny after death, and with such bad taste!

Of course I know, they charge a lot for this kind of business! Some sorcerers will take sexual favors as payment and bring over wandering spirits or malevolent ghosts to consort with these women. After the spirits are satisfied, the sorcerer will then command them.

I was struck by lightning. There's no way this is a real profession, right And that Cheng Banshen actually lives in this kind of place

In the depths of a narrow alley lay a small courtyard, dilapidated and resembling a crumbling shack. As soon as we turned the corner, we saw two people laughing and arguing at the entrance of the courtyard.

A woman was wearing high heels, black fishnet stockings, a cheap leather skirt. Underneath her top, she wore a revealing halter dress, and over it, she had a shaggy fur coat from a street stall.

Her breasts weren't large, but she was particularly daring in her exposure. Apart from her nipples being covered, most of her chest was exposed to the cold air.

A slovenly man was in front of her, his hands currently clutching her chest and burying himself into her arms, his head bumping against her breast.

The two of them were laughing and teasing each other, acting like they were in a romantic action movie.

My brother's eyes held utter contempt—contempt for that man's taste.

"Xiaolanlan~~ Your chest smells so good~~~"

"Get lost, you deadbeat! Don't spit on me..." The woman cursed, pushing her chest out and leaning into his face.

Daba suddenly shouted, "Is it Cheng Banxian"

I was stunned, are you serious! This street-corner exhibitionist is the person we're looking for! He's a hundred times worse than I imagined!

The sound in front of me stopped. I peeked from behind my brother and saw that Cheng Banxian's hand was reaching into the woman's suspender.

Cheng Banxian turned his head to look at us, and I almost choked on my blood—this, this was a young man!

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He looked to be about thirty, with a lecherous grin and a flippant manner.

He not only didn't feel the slightest bit shy, but continued to touch that woman's body and asked, "Which hero came looking for me"

"There's some business I need to talk to you about. Let's move to a different location." My brother said.

"Business talk is fine, but we can't be here. Let's go to my courtyard instead." He winked at us while squeezing that woman's chest.

His courtyard was a mess, and so was his house. Cigarette butts and trash were everywhere. On the coffee table there was a fruit basket with a few bananas and apples.

"Make yourself comfortable," he said, scooping up the woman and settling onto the wooden sofa.

He was squeezing that woman, she was moaning and groaning, we looked at each other: how can we talk like this

I thought hiding behind my brother would be enough to keep me from hearing this, who knew there were such lewd and vulgar sounds to poison my ears!

That woman was already in the business of opening her legs, and her screams were part of the job, but she screamed so loudly it was disturbing the neighborhood.

“Enough! You scoundrel! Can we please talk about something serious”

Cheng Bansxian was taken aback and smiled, "Where did this little girl come from, daring to call me a smelly ruffian Don't you want me to do something for you anymore"

I was taken aback. Could this scoundrel possibly know our intentions

"Well, could you please get to the point" I asked, my face flushed.

"Sure, that's enough talk for now... Hey, do you guys know about Wenwan walnut" he suddenly asked a random question.

My house is on Culture Street, of course I know about Wenwan walnuts, it's just a pair of walnuts held in your hand to play with. What's the point of bringing this up

Cheng Bansxian explained: "Anything you play with for a long time, you'll get addicted to it! It's like a woman's chest. If I don't touch it, I always feel like something is missing from my hands, and my mind will wander! It's better to keep touching it."

My God! What a scoundrel!

The woman he was holding giggled and said, "All the women in this alley have been touched by you! You old devil!" After that, she tugged at her clothes and got up to leave.

With that demonic sound gone, we all let out a sigh of relief. Cheng Banxian sighed and said, "It's so uncomfortable not having anything in my hands..."

I had reached my limit. I grabbed two apples from the fruit basket and shoved them into his hands. "Squeeze them," I said, "just don't make a sound. You can squeeze as hard as you want."

He burst into laughter, his eyes sweeping over the three of us before he spoke, “Well What’s on your mind”

I can't believe this is the person my grandfather recommended. There's no way such a scoundrel could possibly cure my dad's internal illness!

"You're really Cheng Banxian I don't think you're much older than us! Aren't you just pretending" I asked, suspicious.

He glared at me and sneered, "Little girl, I'm at least forty years older than you. Show some respect when you speak to me!"

What! He's in his fifties or sixties!

"Let me guess, the one who's been lying in the hospital unconscious recently is only Mu Chengtao from the Mu family, right What are you guys to him"

I was dumbfounded and stammered, "…my dad."

He narrowed his eyes slightly: "So, you are Mu Xia Qiao"

"Yes."

He suddenly smiled and said to me, “Go back! At twelve o’clock tonight, bring your spirit husband with you here again, we can talk about it then…”" we use today.This gave the little demon with the scornful glare an opportunity.For a while, maybe fourteen or fifteen minutes, he could manage to "swallow" a little bit.“After hundreds, even thousan...