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Chapter 95
Coastal Road is a viewing road that runs through the entire coastline of Yan County, and the north of Liuhuo Avenue is Coastal Road.

Go east along the coastal road, at the foot of Yanjun Mountain, is the place where Feng Yun ordered everyone to go.

As for Yanjun Mountain, a lighthouse was built in ancient times, and it is still well preserved. It can be regarded as a landmark building in Yanjun.

After Feng Yun's order was issued, Fatty and the others felt a little puzzled immediately, obviously they didn't know what Feng Yun said about "Sacrifice to the Sea".

Feng Yun had no intention of explaining, but arranged:

"Now you go to rest first, the sky will be bright soon, and you need to prepare some things after you have rested.

Fatty, you go out with me now.

Tomorrow's sacrifice is very important, and some things need to be prepared in advance. "

Feng Yun didn't give them time to ask questions, but before leaving, Feng Yun looked back at the coffin on the ground, and then said to Yan Qilin and the others:

"Put the zombie back into the coffin, and remember to cover the coffin with a red cloth, so that the downfall of the boss will not affect you.

After arriving in Houhai, put three sticks of incense in front of the coffin so that you will not be disturbed by water ghosts. "

After saying these words, Feng Yun walked out the door first, and the fat man came to his senses and hurriedly followed.

Zhao Xue looked at Ma Linger and Yan Qilin with some doubts and asked:

"What is the water ghost that Chief Feng mentioned just now?"

However, the two shook their heads one after another, obviously they didn't know either.

While starting the car, the fat man here looked at Feng Yun with some doubts and asked:

"Boss, where are we going?"

"Find a paper shop that's still open and buy something."

The fat man nodded, and quickly found a paper shop on the navigation, and then quickly rushed over.

The sign of this paper shop is very eye-catching, especially in the middle of the night, the white sacrificial characters are particularly eye-catching.

The fat man followed behind Feng Yun, and soon came to the paper shop.

Most of these shops are deserted, and the shop is not big. Looking inside from the glass door, there are all kinds of paper products piled inside.

What made Fatty feel a little strange was that there were some paper figurines on both sides of the door of the paper shop.

But all the paper figurines have their backs to the road and their faces to the shop door.

"Director, why are these paper figurines placed like this?"

The fat man lowered his voice and asked in a low voice. After taking a look, Feng Yun was obviously surprised, and then said:

"Every profession has its own rules, especially the vulva profession that makes money from the dead, more or less there will be some ancient rules passed down.

However, there are really not many shops like this that still follow the ancient teachings and keep paper figurines away from strangers. "

The Yinmen profession that Feng Yun mentioned had its place in the ancient arena.

Except for the outer eight gates and the dark eight gates, the four major yin gate occupations are rarely known.

Executioner, paper maker, second cobbler, foreman.

Each of the four professions has its own specialties, and each has its own inheritance.

But even those orthodox inheritances are almost gone now, let alone this kind of vulva.

As the saying goes, the executioner's knife hangs on the wall.

The craftsmanship of the paper maker is alive and well.

Second, the cobbler's needlework is on the leather surface.

Wu Zuo's eyes can see.

In the four yin gates, each has its own unique secret rules, which can be regarded as a profiteering profession in ancient times

After all, the dead are the big ones, and there is never such a thing as bargaining when it comes to transactions involving these four sects.

And in the school of paper maker, one of the rules is that paper figurines avoid strangers...

But this is all in the past, and now most of the paper-making shops are ordinary businesses, so Feng Yun was curious, there was actually a paper-making shop that followed the ancient tradition.

With this curiosity, Feng Yun raised his head and looked up, only to see that the plaque of this family also followed the ancient etiquette named Jisi.

"interesting……"

Fatty didn't expect that Feng Yun would be so curious if he casually found a paper-making shop that was the closest and was still open.
As Feng Yun pushed the door and entered, what came to his face was a burst of incense.

The fat man followed closely, only then did he notice that there was no light in the room, but a few candles were covered with glass shades.

The owner of the shop was an old man, who just sat in the corner of the room in a daze, holding a tobacco stick in his hand, while smoking the tobacco, he looked at Feng Yun and the fat man gloomyly.

"Cough cough..."

The fat man's heart felt a little hairy when he was seen, so he quickly moved to Feng Yun's side, and asked in a low voice:

"Director, why is this old man so strange? We came in, but he didn't speak?"

"This boss is a fastidious person, but he has always followed the rules passed down from ancient times.

Since ancient times, the fierce shop has never called for people. When you enter the door, you have to tell the customer what you want to buy, and the boss can't ask.

If this is the last sentence to buy something, there will always be some bad luck in the words..."

While talking, Feng Yun looked at the old man who opened the shop:

"Boss, I want a lot of things, and I also need paper-making skills. Maybe you can take it?"

The old man nodded while smoking a dry cigarette, and looked at Feng Yun suspiciously. After all, this kind of shop is at this time.

It is really rare for two young people to come in.

Fortunately, Feng Yun was wearing casual clothes when he went out this time, otherwise it would be even more unusual to wear a military uniform.

Seeing the boss nodded, Feng Yun immediately said bluntly:

"Other things are easy to talk about, but things that require paper-making skills must be made immediately.

First of all, I want to finish the paper figurines, a man and a woman.

Secondly, I want a horse with a mane and a blind ox, can I tie it or not? "

The fat man just felt that these requests from Feng Yun were a little strange, but he never thought that the old man who was sitting there would suddenly stand up.

"What do you want these things for?"

The fat man looked at the old man strangely, not understanding why he had such a big reaction.

But in fact, in the industry of paper maker, there has been such a saying since ancient times.

"Paper figurines don't draw eyes, paper horses don't raise their manes when they stand on their feet, and people don't listen to laughing horses. If you don't remember the king's request."

That's why all the paper figurines in this shop are empty except for their eyes?

No matter how realistic a paper horse is, it never has a mane.

Although there is no mention of scalpers in this sentence, since ancient times, scalpers have always led the souls of the dead.

Feng Yun's simple sentence almost broke all the obvious rules of the paper maker.

That's why the old man was so weird, and the eyes he looked at Feng Yun were full of vigilance.

Facing the old man's question, Feng Yun said without changing his expression:
"Don't ask, just tell me if you can do it, if you can't do it, I'll change to another one."

To the fat man's surprise, the old man quickly came to Feng Yun, then pulled the sleeve of his right hand forward, hid his hand in the sleeve, and handed the sleeve to Feng Yun:
"Take a step to speak..."

Feng Yun didn't seem surprised by this, and quickly put his hand into his cuff.

The fat man could only see the hands of the two, which seemed to be constantly changing in the sleeves. After a few seconds, the old man withdrew his hands, and then nodded slightly:
"Success! I'll tie it for you!"

After saying these words, the old man lifted the curtain and entered the back room.

The fat man looked at Feng Yun in astonishment:

"Director, what happened just now?"

"This is called 'gold in the sleeve'. It seems that the boss's scumbag craftsmanship should have been passed down from generation to generation, otherwise he would not be able to understand these ancient rules so well.

It's a pity that people who know the rules have to live. As long as the price is higher, things that cannot be tied can be tied. "

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　　Today, if the monthly pass is counted, continue to add more changes, and the hand is still there, and the liver can still be used.

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(End of this chapter)