My master is the coffin

Chapter 24 The Paper Shop

Disappointed, I said to Zhang Yuan: "Things are going to be difficult, no one knows where Li Xiaoxing's family lives."

Zhang Yuan shook his head: "It's not that they don't know, it's just that they don't want to talk about it."

I looked at him suspiciously: "How do you know they don't want to talk?"

Zhang Yuan pointed to the passers-by and said: "When you asked them just now, their faces were all disgusted. It seems that they dislike Li Xiaoxing's house."

I nodded: "I didn't notice this. However, Li Xiaoxing hasn't come home very often in the past few years. This may have something to do with their family's unpopularity. Hey, don't worry about the reason. If you don’t reach Li Xiaoxing, how can you save someone?”

Zhang Yuan looked at the paper making shop: "There are strange things in this shop, no matter where Li Xiaoxing's house is, let's go and have a look inside the shop first."

I looked at the rolling gate of the paper-making shop, and at the pedestrians coming and going, and couldn't help reminding: "Master, it's not dark yet, if you kick it down, others will treat us as two people." robber."

Zhang Yuan smiled slightly, and walked slowly to the rolling gate, then stretched out his hand to grab the handle, whispered in his mouth, took the rolling gate and made a crisp sound, and was pulled up completely.

The lock spring was snapped.This strength is truly extraordinary.

As Zhang Yuan walked to the paper-making shop, he said to himself: "A paper-making shop, can there be people stealing things? It must be weird to lock it up so sneakily."

The store is not too big, it doesn't even have windows, it's still dusk on the street, and it's already night inside the store.

We fumbled to find the light. The light bulb was very low and dim. Through the light, I saw piles of paper money everywhere, piled up against the base of the wall, wishing they could be stacked on the roof.

I don't know why, seeing these paper money, I have a vague feeling that I have entered the vault.

I followed Zhang Yuan to look around the paper shop.

Zhang Yuan sat down on a chair in the middle of the store, and said to me: "Xu You, test your eyesight, take a look, what's wrong with this paper-making store?"

I feebly agreed, began to look carefully, and then racked my brains thinking: "What's wrong? Yin-yang Fengshui? I don't understand this either. Zhouyi gossip? Master hasn't taught it either."

I hesitated and couldn't answer, but Zhang Yuan was not in a hurry, just closed his eyes slightly, leaning on the chair and waiting for me.

I was so bored, I pulled out the paper money and started counting the zeros on it, mumbling to myself while counting: "Something is wrong? Could it be that there are counterfeit money in this paper money?"

Just thinking of this, I caught a glimpse of a banknote detector on the table.I casually put a stack of paper money in it.

As soon as I pressed the switch, I didn't expect a sharp voice to come out of the currency detector: "Real money, real money, real money..."

The sound made my scalp explode in fright, I screamed, and flung myself back.It knocked over the paper figure and horse, and fell to the ground with a crash.

And the currency detector is still ringing tirelessly: "Real money, real money, real money..."

I struggled up from the ground and shouted, "Master, let's go quickly."

Before Zhang Yuan could speak, suddenly a head fell off my shoulder.

My mind has not yet settled down, and I was so frightened by this head that I suddenly lost my mind and almost peed out.

I was shaking all over, and got up from the ground.Looking back, it turned out that the head just now was on a paper figurine.I just fell down and accidentally knocked its head off.

I just breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly saw the body of the paper figurine, and I was stunned.

Something is wrong with this paper man.No, the paper dolls in the room are all wrong.

These paper people wear clothes!

Of course, no paper doll is naked.But no matter what, the clothes on the paper figurines are always painted or glued on.The paper figurines here are different. The clothes on them are real shrouds, which are put on one by one.

I walked in front of Zhang Yuan in two steps in three steps: "My master, don't sit still, old man. It's too scary here."

Zhang Yuan glanced at me: "What's wrong? Have you found something wrong?"

I nodded again and again: "I found it, I found it. The paper figurines here are all wearing shrouds. The printing machines here can talk."

Zhang Yuan glanced at the paper man and the money printing machine, and actually smiled: "Apprentice, you are too timid. The paper man wears a shroud. It is probably more convenient when selling shrouds. This is like the one that the clothes seller looks for." Clothes racks. As for the money printing machine, it’s probably broken.”

I looked at those shrouds, and couldn't help but click my tongue: "Li Xiaoxing's house is too scary, no wonder he doesn't want to go home, no one wants to come back. It's no wonder he has nightmares every day, living in this kind of place, it's no wonder he doesn't have nightmares. "

Zhang Yuan pointed to a table in the corner: "There is something wrong."

I followed Zhang Yuan's fingers and saw that the table was leaning against the corner of the wall.There is an incense burner on it.Next to the incense burner is a small bundle of incense.The one enshrined in front of the incense burner is neither Guan Gong nor the God of Wealth, but a small paper man.Lifelike, smiling paper figurines.

Zhang Yuan walked over and looked at the incense ashes in front of the paper figurine: "It's been a long time since I lit incense."

After saying this, he looked at the paper-making shop, pulled out a shroud from the paper figurine, and threw it to me: "Put it on."

My boss was reluctant: "My grandma said that it is unlucky for a living person to wear this."

After hearing this, Zhang Yuan looked at me like he was looking at a monster: "You have even eaten ghost food, so what are you trying to do at this time?"

I thought for a while: "This is also reasonable, so I put on the shroud."

After I put on the shroud, Zhang Yuan also changed into a shroud.Then he closed the shop door.Three sticks of incense were lit on the altar and inserted into the incense burner.

Then, Zhang Yuan turned off the lights, took a handful of paper money, and began to burn one by one.

I stood in the dark at a loss, watching him burn paper money.Then the fire of the paper money, suddenly, I found out that the paper money in his hand was real money, red, with human heads printed on it.I rubbed my eyes, yes, it was real money.

I couldn't help reminding: "Master, this money..."

Zhang Yuan looked back at me and said, "We are both wearing shrouds, and we have put incense on this paper figurine. Now your eyes should be able to see ghosts. So these paper money looks like real money. Don't panic, wait a while Don't talk, just do what I do."

I nodded blankly, feeling a little nervous.

After a few seconds, the door of the paper shop suddenly rang.

Zhang Yuan quickly threw the remaining paper money into the fire, then returned, and stood side by side with me.

Zhang Yuan didn't say a word, and I didn't dare to speak either.

A few seconds later, my eyes dimmed and I found a person walking in.

The man was dressed in old-fashioned clothes and had a dry, lean face.He bent over and stood in front of the altar.First, he sniffed the three sticks of incense carefully, with a satisfied look on his face.

Then he grinned, revealing several sharp yellow teeth.

I stared at all this dumbfounded, and I could guess without being reminded that it was a ghost.

The ghost smelled it for a while, then suddenly reached out and grabbed into the fire.Then, I saw a wad of money appear out of nowhere in his palm.

He began to count the money with his saliva, one by one.I kept counting for ten minutes.Then, I heard him mutter a few words: "Not enough, this money is not enough. These juniors are too rude."

His voice was hoarse and sharp, as if there was a piece of sticky phlegm stuck in his throat.I heard it in my ears, not to mention how uncomfortable it was.

Then, the ghost chuckled twice: "The rest of the money will have to fall on the little bastard."

Then, he kicked the money in his arms, turned and walked out.

After the ghost went out, Zhang Yuan pulled out two incense sticks from the incense burner, handed one to me, and whispered, "Don't let it go out."

Then, he took the lead to go out.And I followed with trepidation.

Along the way, we were not far from the ghost, but he still didn't seem to notice us.

We followed him for a while, and then turned into an alley.The ghost flashed away and suddenly disappeared.

The master and I looked around, the houses here are very old, Zhang Yuan took two steps with the incense, and then pointed to one of the houses: "Here."

We went to the door and pushed the door open.

The door was not locked.After the two of us walked in, we found that the room was pitch black, and we didn't know what was on the ground, and it creaked when we stepped on it.

Zhang Yuan casually threw away the incense in his hand, and then took off the shroud.

I followed suit and took off my shroud.

Afterwards, Zhang Yuan opened the waiter.

I was taken aback by what I saw.

Countless balls of paper were thrown on the ground, layer by layer.No wonder it creaked when we stepped on it.

I stooped down and randomly picked up a few, unfolded them, and there were two words written inside without exception: "There are ghosts, help."

I was stunned when I suddenly noticed a hand protruding from the corner of the wall, weakly throwing a ball of paper, and then slowly hanging down.

I hurried over and frantically pushed the ball of paper away.There was a person lying inside, it was Li Xiaoxing.

Not seeing each other for a few weeks, he was thinner and out of shape.I was almost out of recognition.

After all, I was a roommate for four years, and I couldn't help but feel sad for a while.I pushed him lightly, and I asked, "Xiao Xing, what's wrong with you?"

Li Xiaoxing lay on the ground and muttered to himself, his voice was extremely low.

I put my ear close to him and barely heard him say, "Help, there's a ghost."

When asked again, it was always these two sentences.

Zhang Yuan sighed: "Xu You, don't ask him anymore, he's already lost his mind."

I anxiously asked: "What should I do now? Is there a ghost? Is it the ghost at the paper shop just now? Where did he go? Master, catch him quickly."

(End of this chapter)