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Guaizi Hutong, coffin shop:

Bai Changsheng was covered in cold sweat, soaked his back, and his civil and military died? No wonder he saw the fierce eyebrows that day, but he still didn't expect that the Yin and Yang would be separated in such a short time.

Unable to think of a clue, Bai Changsheng looked at the person in front of him so elegantly, and became more and more uneasy, and asked in vain voice:

"May I ask, sir?"

"My name is Wenyan, Wenwu is my eldest brother."

!!

Bai Changsheng took a breath, took two steps back, and kept looking at the person in front of him:

Isn't this name one of the three dead names left by Wenwu before? Could it be that he is

Oh my God, is it really haunted tonight? While thinking, he quietly fucked the wooden stick and hid it behind him. He thought that I would keep this stick with me when I die in the future, and I will never leave my hands. He looked at Wen Yan with a look of surprise, and Wen Yan couldn't help but look at Bai Changsheng:

"Shopkeeper, why are you so panicked?"

Bai Changsheng calmed his mind and saw that the man was shaking under the reflection of the candlelight. The magic platform was clear and his eyes were full of spirit. He was clearly a weak scholar, a living person. How could he be a ghost? But he was still a little worried. Bai Changsheng asked:

"It's okay, but I would like to ask you sir... Are you suffering from a terminal illness?"

“···”

Wen Yan's eyes were as slammed as a cow, and she thought to herself that the shopkeeper could indeed chat.

"What do you think?"

"I think it may not be..."

After hearing this, Wen Yan rolled up her sleeves and walked forward, thinking that she was looking for a fight.

"No, no, I'll ask, just ask..."

Seeing that Wen Yan was coming over and wanted to take action, Bai Changsheng quickly waved his hands and asked to stop. His old face turned red and said that he was really ungrateful. This man was not as good as a dying person, so he felt relieved.

Wen Yan was stopped, so angry that she didn't want to do anything anymore. She said unhappily:

"Hurry up, can you do it? I can't find another family."

"Yes! Yes! Buy a bite of longevity material and give you a pair of paper men, boys and girls, and get 20% off for membership."

Bai Changsheng was also guilty and agreed randomly, almost saying that he would give him another coffin for ten taels of silver.

Wen Yan began to look at Bai Changsheng constantly, feeling more and more suspicious about the shopkeeper, and asked Bai Changsheng with his eyes narrowed:

"Do you know me? Or do you know the dead?"

Bai Changsheng's heart was broken, but what to do, and he didn't know how to deal with it. As the intuition came, the man's blood gushed out, and a foul air was emitted all over his body. His figure kept entangled, and this man was hiding a lot of evil!

Still thinking about how to deal with it, a person suddenly rushed into the door of the coffin shop, stumbled, with a panic expression, Bai Changsheng took a look:

"son?"

"father!"

It was Ji Li! However, Ji Li subconsciously responded, and as soon as he finished speaking, he spat and scolded:

"You lack great virtue! Who is your son? You are a bad shopkeeper, you have hurt me! You must give me an explanation today, otherwise I will fight you!"

He was extremely angry and danced with his hands and feet. Ji Li accused him and scolded him. Bai Changsheng felt so happy: Ji Li came out at the critical moment to help him rescue him.

Wen Yan knew Ji Li, and was both a "literati and poet". He once studied under Ji Li's father Ji Yishui for some time, and his calligraphy was also considered a teacher. Ji Li naturally saw him many times. When he saw Ji Li rushing in, Wen Yan was surprised:

"Brother Ji! Why did you come to this place? The name you two are not right! Could it be that Mr. Ji... "

This was wrong. Ji Li understood as soon as he heard it. His voice immediately raised a few tones, rolled his eyes and cursed:

"Go to your uncle, your father is dead! I... I'm here to find the shopkeeper."

Wen Yan's face turned red, and she knew that she had lost her words. She shouldn't have thought of her teacher as soon as possible. She quickly apologized repeatedly, her eyes turned around and thought for a moment, and she turned around and said to Bai Changsheng:

"Shopkeeper, hurry up, I'll leave here first. I'll get the birthday materials in three days."

After saying that, he took out a deposit of four taels of silver from his waist and handed it to Bai Changsheng. Bai Changsheng thought that all the customers who have come here a while ago, they only cost a few taels of silver at any time. Chen Mingshi is also a wealthy man, and he has made bad money. He usually only has one tael of coffin, but now he has made full-term money in just a few days, but he is a little panicked and secretly happy.

"Wen, who died in your family?"

Ji Li was a little puzzled when he saw Wen Yan being generous. When Wen Yan heard this, his face flashed with a hint of panic, and he answered randomly:

"A uncle passed away and no one was cooking in a hurry. I helped me order birthday dishes and let me go." After saying that, he stopped caring about Ji Li and left quickly in the dark.

Isn’t it a civil and military man? This is really a panic.

Bai Changsheng squinted his eyes and secretly calculated that this person must have the sorrow of brothers and feet.

"Why are you stunned? You are an unethical!"

Ji Li next to him saw Bai Changsheng in a daze, and his tone was very angry. When Bai Changsheng heard this, he weighed the wooden stick in his hand:

"Son... Is it loose?"

Ji Li swallowed and held back all the words he wanted to scold him. The stick was really strong.

"Say, what the hell is it?"

Bai Changsheng didn't know why Ji Li came to his coffin shop late at night, but after looking at Ji Li's expression, he was indeed a little bit evil. Could it be that the wronged ghost who cried in the grave that day also came to him?

Ji Li glanced straight and didn't get angry, and said:

"By your gift, it must be that the tribute you gave is not effective. I met a ghost and was very evil. I slept on the window every day and shouted, "Did you get involved in the tribute you gave that day? I heard that your family is not peaceful!"

"Bang!"

The person who responded to Ji Li was Bai Changsheng's wooden stick. He hated the arrogant words and deeds of his grandfather in front of him the most in his life. He had played it before, and now he is not a good deal.

"Do you know what it means to speak well?"

"Oh, oh, I know, why are you so violent? It's a virtue of killing pigs."

Ji Li wailed for a while and didn't dare to act obedient again. This told me the whole story:

It turned out that day Ji Li took the tribute incense and candle to go to the ghost crying grave. He felt angry and was beaten. Although he was angry, he also became more courageous. He was not afraid of any demons and monsters. He thought to himself that I had just been beaten, and if there were really ghosts, he would use it to vent his anger.

It was just a taboo. I just found a deserted grave, took a brick of grave, put it in my arms, and burned the paper and tributes.

In short, Ji Li still bowed sincerely and said that he had something to do and dared to be so rude. Waiting to be the best-in-class brother in Beijing, he would definitely come to worship again and return the grave bricks.
Chapter completed!