The wooden cart rattled its way toward the countryside. The lantern from Black Pot had already gone out, taken by Chen Shi and mounted at the front of the cart. Grandfather and grandson sat atop, their bodies swaying with the motion of the vehicle.
"Grandfather doesn't have many friends, just a few around Qianyang Mountain."
Grandfather spoke, "Near Yellow Stone Mountain, there are two friends. One is a Grave Stone Carver called Du Yiran, he works with the Evil Spirits there. If you encounter something you cannot handle, or someone you can't kill, go find him. It's not hard to locate him; wherever he resides, there are steles all over. He specializes in carving grave stones for others."
Chen Shi froze in shock.
Grandfather's third friend, could he also be an Evil Spirit?
Grandfather continued, "Another friend is a beekeeper named Ah Zuo, who lives near the Great Southern Lake and keeps bees there."
