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Bai Changsheng didn't hear what this man said, but when he saw that the man's surname was Wen, he thought that he might be Wen Yan's relative.

The man paid a deposit of one or two silver taels and left. Bai Changsheng collected the silver and watched the man leave without saying goodbye. This was also to avoid those ominous words.

Bai Changsheng was once young and ignorant. A guest said goodbye before leaving. The man turned around and slapped him. His father never stopped him. He just said that he deserved it and should keep these taboo words and deeds in mind in the future.

这一巴掌白长生一直都记得.

After the man left, he thought about what happened yesterday and today. Bai Changsheng became more and more uneasy. He opened today and never noticed any rumors in the market.

Chen Mingshi was dead. Although there may be someone who didn't know about it, such a famous merchant disappeared for no reason. Why didn't there even be any news?

He put down his work first and did not rush to make the coffin. Bai Changsheng came to the door of Chen's mansion with doubts.

The carriages and horses are noisy, the city is prosperous, and the prosperous scene of the big courtyard is like no panic. The doorman welcomes guests, and the good horses tie the saddle.

Bai Changsheng took a breath. This was too strange. Although it didn't take a long time for a night, Chen Mingshi did everything himself, and everyone in the capital knew it.

Every morning, I have to check the account books myself, but now it has disappeared, but the people in the house are not panic. This is not in line with common sense.

"Is Mr. Chen at home? I... I'm from Guaizi Hutong... Bai Changsheng, I want to ask Mr. Chen for some advice."

After learning from the lesson last time, Bai Changsheng did not report his family's property, which means he came to see him for something. The sect last time he closed the door and saw him off without seeing his innocence. This time it was not much different:

"I'm not here or there, the master went out to Beijing for a trip. There were so many things that happened to block the door early in the morning."

He didn't give the "knocking money", so he naturally had a bad tone. Bai Changsheng also knew the rules of these big courtyards and didn't care. Naturally, he knew that Chen Mingshi was not in the mansion, and he would have been a ghost if he was there.

but···

出京游玩?

This may be the argument of the Chen family. When he found out that the master was not here, he blocked the news and sent someone to find it himself. Bai Changsheng thought so, so he went back.

On the way back, I asked where Ji Li's family was. The well-educated mansion was still very polite. I told Ji Li that he was at home and was frightened by the cold and was resting in bed, so it was not convenient to see guests.

Bai Changsheng had no interest in Ji Li, so he would have known that he would be at home. At least he was alive and was not scared to death. It seemed that he knew more than he knew the secret now.

After returning to the coffin shop and preparing longevity materials, Bai Changsheng was in a good mood, and this matter was over.

It was not until night that Bai Changsheng prepared the materials for a coffin, carved the coffin with wood, and painted talismans and burned incense. This coffin cannot be left with nails, otherwise it would be a very bad thing to nail the corpse, and only those who died in vain could do so.

Don’t look at the craftsmanship of a few wooden boards, this is a secret craft. It is impossible to achieve anything without ten or eight years.

Just as he was ready, he suddenly heard a burst of sound outside the door, like a crow cried. If it was okay for a while, he kept shouting. Bai Changsheng was upset and put down the tools in his hand, and then went out to take a look.

这一瞧,可把白长生吓坏了.

Outside the door, there were about a hundred crows lying at the door, and there were three paper letterers among the crows!

Bai Changsheng's heart was beating violently. The scene was really scary. He quickly turned around and put down the curtain, holding it tightly with his body.

Why are there crows crying at night and carrying three paper letterers? Looking at the paper letterers, they danced and danced in a vivid way. It was clearly the same craft as the paper letterers who descended in front of their door that day!

"Is it over?"

Bai Changsheng said in a trembling voice, and turned around and sneaked through the curtain and looked out. He became even more frightened when he saw it.

Those three paper letters, whom I actually knew, were made according to Chen Mingshi’s appearance! Even the clothes were exactly the same!

This is a death-taking person. I thought it had nothing to do with him. Now that such a paper man is placed at the door, how can Bai Changsheng not be afraid? If someone discovers that Mr. Chen was killed, it will be related to him.

Thinking of the important point, Bai Changsheng didn't dare to delay, so he quickly raised the curtain again, picked up the wooden stick and rushed out, looking around. The street was silent. At midnight, fortunately no one came out for a walk in the middle of the night.

There was anger in his heart, and evil fire suppressed his heart. Bai Changsheng took the wooden stick and began to drive away the crows, thinking about getting the paper man into the house as soon as possible.

After a while, the crows were frightened and flew into the air, with a hundred or so blocking the moonlight, which was very spectacular and weird. However, Bai Changsheng didn't have the time to pay attention to it, so he quickly carried the paper man into the coffin shop.

After closing the shop door again, Bai Changsheng breathed a sigh of relief and turned around to look at the three paper men. One was like Chen Mingshi, and the other two were according to whom?

A woman with a bunch of hair and a jingle ring, a woman with a stubborn face and strong arms, she looked like a big man.

“少了一个啊好像,不是四个吗?”

Bai Changsheng was muttering himself, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he wanted to slap himself: Is there anything that seems to be too little about this thing?

I couldn't tell the truth, but I just hid these three paper men in the half coffin in the shop and put them together in a folded manner. However, these three paper men were very heavy, and there should be straw corpses inside to shape the body. Bai Changsheng didn't notice it even if the situation was urgent.

I thought I could never let outsiders see this! But there was no evidence of burning paper people to destroy them now. It was very unlucky to give gifts to the dead in the middle of the night without any ruthlessness.

When everything is over, Bai Changsheng's heart that had just been let go of these days has risen again. His old father once said that the dead will not disperse their wronged souls, and they will be entrusted to others. If they cannot resolve the knot in their hearts, they will tangle for the rest of their lives.

Did you say you were tangled with me? Bai Changsheng's spine was getting cold.

"Forget it, go to the ghost crying grave and burn some paper for them. This will save these lonely ghosts from messing with me if they have nothing to do."

Bai Changsheng couldn't think of a good idea, so he prepared paper money, incense, and rushed to the ghost crying grave.

The stars were panicked all night, and Bai Changsheng was trembling and a little scared, but he still plucked up the courage to reach the ghost crying grave.

But when I first arrived at the Ghost Crying Grave, it was the night wind and the moon was sparse, and the ghost Crying Grave was empty, so how could there be dead bodies falling across it?

Bai Changsheng took a breath and searched left and right, but he did not find the four corpses that day.

Where is the person?

Bai Changsheng thought this was too strange. Could it be that someone from Chen's house had hidden the inside story? He couldn't figure it out, so he could only put the paper money incense and candle on the ground with his memory and lit it and burn it.

"Mr. Chen, and that girl, and that guy who is like a monster, and... I don't know who, anyway, don't look for me. I have a lot of injustice and debt, and I haven't harmed you."

While burning, Bai Changsheng was muttering. The candlelight lit up a slate of wasteland and stood in a mess of graves. This place is really evil and makes people stand up.

Bai Changsheng hurriedly finished the worship, and then he wanted to go back quickly. But as soon as he turned around, he heard someone talking to him!

“嘿嘿,小伙子,上来坐会儿聊聊?”

There is no time to see the age or month on a willow tree, but you can tell that it is a century-old tree when you look at the trunk.

On the trunk, an old man was sitting with his beard and his eyebrows raised and his skin was covered with floss and flesh. His turbid eyes could not see clearly in the luminous light, but the dark laughter, accompanied by the night wind, was shaking his heart.

And the old man, below his knees, was made of paper legs...

“哇呀,我的天爷啊!”

When Bai Changsheng saw the old man, the blood in his body seemed to stop. He instantly poured backwards. His head roared, ran away, rolling and crawling.

The old man did not chase after him, but just looked at his back and sneered.

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Running wildly, crying and howling, Bai Changsheng returned to the coffin shop until he closed the curtain of the shop and fell to his father's spirit sign. Bai Changsheng was still scared.

到底还是招来了一尊···

My heart was thumping, and Bai Changsheng was sweating soaked. He was about to complain to his father's spiritual card, but he heard someone knocking outside the door!

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!
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