“What are those burial clothes for? Is it something you need to enter the Yin Market?” Peng Hu pointed a thumb at a stall selling all kinds of burial clothes.0

“Duh? Who in their right mind would buy burial clothes and paper offerings looking like they scored first place in the imperial exams otherwise?” Mank Ee stared at Peng Hu dubiously. He doesn’t have a screw loose in his head, does he?0

A vein popped on Peng Hu’s forehead. I would slap the shit out of you if you weren’t so young!0

Ye Qing wasn’t an older man, so he had no qualms slapping Mank Ee on the back of his head. Huh! It feels surprisingly good. No wonder Gu Suitang and Yi Pin couldn’t stop slapping their disciples. “Ahem… what does the burial clothes and paper offering do?” 3

Mank Ee rubbed his sore spot and answered, “The Yin Market is located in Fengdu; the yin world. Naturally, a living person cannot enter it directly. Trying to force one’s way in is like mixing water and fire. The weaker element would be overwhelmed, or in this case, ejected from the Yin Market.”0

“Burial clothes are the clothes of the dead. You only wear it only after you die. Therefore, wearing a set of burial clothes could effectively isolate...0