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Bai Changsheng jumped up with a bang. Could it be that the old ghost came to catch up with the door? Then his chin began to tremble. After taking a few deep breaths, he began to feel anger erupting from his heart.

Fear, accompanied by anger.

Bai Changsheng picked up the wooden stick and looked at it, and felt a sense of mutual appreciation:

I have been using you a lot these days, and it seems that I will have to prepare a machete in the future.

With great strides forward and breathing, Bai Changsheng pushed the door open suddenly.

"Either you die or I live!"

He shouted outside, Bai Changsheng also gave himself courage. Then he used all his strength to lift the wooden stick, thinking that as long as this old ghost dared to move, he would definitely let his soul go away with one stick!

However, I didn't see the old man who had to take his life. There was only a very elegant man. His body looked at Wu Bujingfeng. At this moment, he fell to the ground and looked at him in horror. It seemed that he was scared.

"Did you know everything?"

This sentence made Bai Changsheng realize that this was a living person.

The tone was trembling. There was no such timid ghost in the world. Bai Changsheng looked around and confirmed that the surrounding area was no different. Then he took off his strength and put down the wooden stick.

But I was still very angry with this person's actions. Why did I come here in the middle of the night? I know everything?

"What do I know?"

Bai Changsheng frowned and said unhappy. The man was still in shock and said tremblingly:

"You don't know about my brother?"

"Who are you? Is there anything wrong? I knocked on the coffin shop door in the middle of the night? Are you looking for death?"

When the man saw Bai Changsheng's attitude, he seemed to know something in his heart. He then let out a tone and stood up from the ground with a steady mind:

"I said to the shopkeeper, why are you going to the death? I'm just here to buy a birthday ingredient, is that as for?"

Bai Changsheng was speechless. What should I say? He went to the crime scene and was haunted by an old ghost? He scared or scared himself? He shook his head suddenly and calmed his anger.

You are a guest when you come to the door. Do not be careless of your words and deeds or neglect your etiquette.

Open the door of the coffin shop, Bai Changsheng was waiting for the other person to come in.

The man was also scared and tiptoed into the coffin shop. It was a misunderstanding. Both of them had ghosts in their hearts, so there was no special communication.

"What's the matter with the guest?"

Bai Changsheng sat on the chair and said in a plain tone. He was in a bad mood, so he didn't have the leisure to say things and add gifts.

"The faster the life span, the better."

Why do those who come to settle the coffin these days need to be as fast as possible? Are you rushing to reincarnate? Bai Changsheng was a little bored, but he didn't show it. He just took out a piece of longevity paper and a pen and handed it over:

"Write the name of the dead, and the name of the miser who ordered the longevity material. If you have any special requirements, the gilded ones are still solid wood, and the thin leather ones are still nanmu. There is another three taels of fire and theft protection. The red envelope will be two red for the longevity material. Also, remember that you don't have to return or exchange, no one uses second-hand ones for this thing."

This is also a suspicion of asking for a lot of prices.

The man took the paper and pen, and looked very sad. This is also the norm. It would be evil if he smiled when he ordered a coffin.

After a few quick strokes, the man finished writing and handed over the birthday paper. Bai Changsheng took it over and saw that he was shocked to fall to the ground.

There are only two words on that longevity paper:

Civil and military!

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Outside Dongzhimen, ghosts cried in the grave.

The old man with paper legs had returned to his small thatched hut. Eighteen paper men were still sitting around him. The old man seemed to be in a good mood when he looked at it, and he was not as decadent as he had been a few days ago.

"It seems that he is really necessary. That person's child will definitely be extraordinary in the future. If I inherit the inheritance of my Master of Death, I will definitely be able to keep some incense."

The old man changed the subject and said to himself: "This is not enough. This young boy seems to have not learned any skills from his father. He is completely out of stock. We have to help him to save trouble and become a dead paper man."

After the old man finished speaking, he took out a piece of white paper from his waist, muttered something, bit his fingertips and clotted blood into a book, and wrote a page of words. Then he put it on the chest of a paper man and patted the paper man's shoulder, saying like a friend:

"Today I will also let you meet my prospective apprentice, and I will help you more in the future. I will first ask you to send this piece of paper to him, so don't delay it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the paper man actually moved!

This time I saw it real. The paper man was pasted with a letter paper and twisted his body directly from the bed. It was very stiff and his movements were not very smooth, but he still turned around and walked out the door as if he was following his will.

The rest of the paper men remained motionless and stared at the old man. The candlelight was unstable, and the old man seemed to be laughing in a dark way, but he seemed to be sad.

The paper man carrying the letter paper came out of the house, and the pale moonlight reflected on his body. I couldn't see it clearly, but I saw it stand in the wind, stabilizing its body, and its toes suddenly became stronger.

Downtown!

It turned out that he was working hard to do it. This paper man is amazing! I can see that he was a good player before he was born. After a little quenching force, his body was as fast as lightning.

No longer had the decadent and stiff feeling before, I cut through the night wind and headed straight to Dongzhimen!

Before the old man could sit firmly, he felt a sensation of cold wind slowly coming from his feet.

"It's broken, the time is coming, huh!"

With a low growl, the old man noticed a trace of danger and immediately showed the bone knife in his hand, stabbing directly into his empty trousers.

After a while, the legs made of paper were pierced, and thick blood flowed out of them.

“Um…”

The old man was in great pain, with faint sweat oozing from his forehead, and his withered hands tightly holding the paper legs. The situation was urgent. However, it was very strange. The bone knife stabbed into it, and the dirty blood flowing from the paper legs gradually became thinner, and the old man's expression also showed a trace of relaxation.

The blood fell into the ground, like sulfuric acid, and a stinging sting, burning the floor tiles of the thatched hut into a few potholes, which smelled extremely fishy.

Why is this not known to outsiders? The old man sighed and was about to say something, but suddenly tightened his voice again, his brows locked in his eyes at the closed door.

The old man only felt that the wind suddenly rose in the house, the green candlelight began to sway, and the fourteen paper people who were still left in the house turned around!

The place is not very spacious so that it looks very crowded, and the evil atmosphere squeezes people's nerves.

The situation seemed to be very evil. The old man pointed with his hand. The blood dripping of his fingertips had not healed yet. Now he used too much force and the fingertips condensed with bleeding beads again, and they flew out and spread out and spread them onto other paper human heavenly spirits.

The seventeen paper men were moved one after another by the ghosts, and their pale faces were covered with ferocious expressions. They walked in unison, looking at the door fiercely, and emitting a stream of evil spirits all over their bodies.

With such forced transportation, the old man's face was pale in an instant. He staggered for a few steps but did not dare to neglect. A few fishy and black blood came out of the paper legs again.

The old man picked up the bone knife and crossed his chest, and was very alert. Then a tiger came out of the mountain and rushed out of the door!

Outside the house, a low and cold voice came:

"I'm old, it seems that it's time for you. Do you want me to help you?"
Chapter completed!