The years when I opened a coffin shop in the world of Ninth Uncle

Chapter 10
"Master Xu..."

"Ah."

"Why don't you come with me?"

"At the critical moment, I will show up."

"When was that?"

"Before you undress..."

"Um, I feel like my yang energy can last another round, or wait a minute, I'll be there soon."

"Then I'm going back."

"No, I listen to you."

In the grove in the middle of the night, green smoke curls up, like a thin veil, and it is unknown who came from the ancestral grave.

Qiu Sheng rode a [-]-wheeler with a cluster of incense stuck in the front of the car, and the flames and smoke all the way.

Not far behind Qiusheng, Xu Ping was sitting on the sliding pole. The two paper figurines were smiling strangely, carrying the sliding pole on their shoulders. They walked and jumped with light and graceful movements.

This is not much more professional than black coffin-carrying, and it feels like a new business can be developed... Xu Ping began to plan how to exploit the remaining value of the paper man.

Although the paper figurine would be a bit bumpy when carrying the coffin, the dead definitely didn't matter, but at this time, Xu Ping, a living man, enjoyed it and even added the BGM himself.

"His eyes, his eyes, seemed to shine like stars."

"Whee!"

The two paper figurines laughed as well.

"Stop laughing, both of you, it's like crying, doesn't it sound intrusive?" The unscrupulous boss Xu Ping accused his hard-working employees.

As soon as he heard the words, the paper figurine stopped laughing immediately, but the weird grin was still locked on his face, and no one could help it.

After an unknown amount of time, seeing Qiu Sheng rushing into a mountain village on his bicycle, Xu Ping jumped off the sliding pole, and the paper figurine dutifully stretched out his hand to help.

In line with the principle of eating people's flowers and wine, and eliminating disasters for others, seeing Qiu Sheng's figure disappear, Xu Ping hurried over.

From the outside, the manor looks like it has white walls, red bricks and glazed tiles. It occupies quite a large area. It should be the place where some old rich landlord lives.

But the truth...

Gathering the true energy in the eyes, the light is shining, and one can see through the true face of the manor at a glance.

Dilapidated walls, dilapidated and dilapidated, mottled brick walls, and even a hole in the gate, no wonder the female ghost couldn't control the gate.

There was a gust of gloomy wind, and the money was poured into it, and it was swirling in the corridor of the water pavilion, whining.

The manor under the night had a strange atmosphere, and there was no living person to be seen at all.

The brain will lose its rationality only when it is dazzled by beauty.

In such a ghostly place, such a big manor, there is only one charming woman living there. If it's not a hell, what else can it be.

Xu Ping stepped into the manor, and the two paper figurines also turned into swift white shadows, guarding his side.

……

"Qiusheng..."

Dong Xiaoyu covered her body with light gauze, and her eyes were as charming as silk.

Although he was no longer the first brother, Qiu Sheng couldn't resist, the wine glass in his hand was placed on the table before it was delivered to his mouth, and he walked towards the bed with a smirk on his face.

On the bed, Dong Xiaoyu, who was lying on the bed, smiled even more charmingly.

She twisted her long legs restlessly, and her jade feet were shining in the air, swinging in the air.

If it was the first time we met, she was still a little shy, but at this time, she, who has become an old driver, already knows how to exude charm and capture people's hearts.

In fact, I want to leave, but actually I don't want to stay... I can't express the pain in Qiu Sheng's heart

Walking towards the bed unconsciously, he felt that his legs didn't seem to be his, and he couldn't control them at all.

Dong Xiaoyu opened her arms to him, her seductive body could be seen at a glance, quietly waiting for Qiu Sheng, throwing herself into a warm embrace is also an endless abyss.

"stop!"

God is pitiful, Qiu Sheng thought that Xu Ping hadn't come, but when he heard someone stop him, he let go of the stone in his heart.

And Dong Xiaoyu was also taken aback for a moment, then coldly glanced away, and the charming smile disappeared completely.

After being able to control his legs, Qiusheng turned around magnificently, distanced himself from Dong Xiaoyu, and then turned his head and shouted: "Master Xu, you..."

"Who are you?"

Appearing in the room was a middle-aged man, dressed in black, with a pale face, a gloomy expression, and two beards like machetes, with a strong sense of oppression, just standing there quietly, giving people an extremely uncomfortable feeling. comfortable feeling.

The man just glanced at Qiu Sheng, and ignored him at all, making Qiu Sheng jump for a while, but after calming down, he looked at the man in front of him again, thoughtful.

Could it be that my guess is wrong, Xiaoyu is not a ghost at all, and this person in front of her is her father?

The middle-aged man walked forward slowly, quietly looked at Dong Xiaoyu beside the bed, and said softly, "Sister, come with me."

younger sister?

Qiu Sheng frowned slightly, feeling that things were getting more and more complicated, thinking in his heart, why the shopkeeper hasn't shown up yet, why should I wait for me to take off my clothes...

"Where are you going, mine..." Dong Xiaoyu glanced at Qiusheng next to her, and changed the topic: "My home is here, so where can I go with you?"

The middle-aged man was short-tempered, his dark skin was the color of a pig's liver because of the redness, he pointed at Qiu Sheng, and his voice couldn't help but a little louder: "Could it be because of this little boy that you won't go with me?"

"I'm not white!"

Qiu Sheng protested feebly.

The man suddenly became irritable and turned into a roaring emperor: "What the hell am I talking about about whether you are white or not? Get the hell out of here."

With a wave of his hand, a strong wind blew Qiusheng into the air, hit the wall behind him, fell heavily on the ground, and rolled twice.

"Hey, I'll go."

Qiu Sheng paid for his cheap mouth, stood up from the ground with his waist supported, glared at the middle-aged man, picked up the round stool next to him, and threw it over.

The middle-aged man didn't hide at all, the round stool hit him, and sawdust flew across, as if he couldn't feel the pain, he didn't even blink his eyes.

"Qiusheng..."

Dong Xiaoyu didn't expect that he would shoot as soon as he said he would, and he was not calm anymore. He floated to Qiusheng's side and looked at Qiusheng with a distressed face: "Qiusheng, are you alright?"

"Go and roll around on the ground to see if you're okay..." Qiu Sheng yelled at Dong Xiaoyu, then suddenly came to his senses and looked at her in a daze: "You, did you fly over just now?"

This time, he understood everything. If it was [-]% before, it is [-]% sure now.

Dong Xiaoyu is a female ghost!
"That's right!" The middle-aged man still had a gloomy face, and said coldly: "The woman in front of you has been dead for more than 20 years, and the one standing in front of you is a female ghost."

After confirming the answer to the conjecture, Qiu Sheng was not happy at all, and there was an indescribable feeling in his heart.

A husband and wife have a hundred days of kindness for a day, and their friendship can be worth a thousand days of kindness no matter what.

The identity was exposed, Dong Xiaoyu was afraid of being misunderstood, grabbed Qiusheng's arm, and hurriedly explained to him: "Qiusheng, I, although I am a ghost, I never thought of harming you, you must trust me."

Looking at Dong Xiaoyu's eagerness, afraid that he might have misunderstood her thoughts, Qiu Sheng didn't feel like a fake, and didn't know what to say.

"Hmph!" Seeing their tenderness and sweetness, the middle-aged man felt jealous, and said sarcastically, "Sister, you said you never wanted to hurt him, but you should know that if you pester him like this, you will only suck his cock dry." Qi, and eventually killed him."

"Besides, he is only greedy for your beauty. If he knows your true colors, I don't believe he is still willing to be with you."

As if he was talking about the pain, the middle-aged man flicked his fingers, and a centipede-like Gu worm shot at the frightened Dong Xiaoyu.

(End of this chapter)