Ghost Shelter System

Dong Laocai has a dream to take over all the idle business in Sangyu City.

Building cemeteries, building cemeteries, and laying wreaths is what Dong Laocai has been doing since decades ago. He owns all eight wreath shops on this street. His goal is to buy Old Man Ning's store.

Unfortunately, Dong Laocai, who dreamed of becoming a business tycoon in the funeral industry, tried to suppress Ning's business again and again, but failed every time.

Old Man Ning's shop, like an isolated island, is located in the middle of a row of wreath and shroud shops, and is still tenaciously alive.

After fighting for so many years, Mr. Ning's shop was not destroyed. Dong Laocai also felt a little sympathy for him. It was fun to bump into him on weekdays and have a strange bickering.

It's just that Old Man Ning is a soft-spoken man, and none of the words that come out of his mouth are worth listening to. Dong Laocai is in poor health and has no children. His son-in-law who came to visit him is now hard-edged and wants to use his own money to do other businesses. It gave him a headache. Old man Ning often used these things to criticize him, which made Dong Laocai feel angry and unable to vent his anger.

"Ning Buwei, don't think I don't know that you have an unclear relationship with Sister Ma! His lover was my comrade in arms before he was alive. If you dare to have any inappropriate thoughts, don't blame me for being rude!"

Dong Laocai really had nothing to say, so he got involved in this matter.

Old man Ning twitched his eyebrows with a half-smile: "Dong Laocai, everyone on the street knows that you like Ma Xiaohua. Old man, I have nothing to do with the Ma family girl, but let me tell you something, you are not worthy of her."

"Who, who likes her!! That's my sister-in-law!" Dong Laocai is 59 years old and looks like a child when he blushes. Seeing that old man Ning was not shy or impatient to say such a thing, he is shameless and I feel shameless! Dong Laocai cursed and walked away.

"It's more fun than sister-in-law, why don't you let people talk about it?"

When Old Man Ning saw Dong Laocai walking away, he turned to look at Yuan Xinghan: "Young man, aren't you tired after watching for so long? Come and sit down?"

Although it is a white shop, the owner has the enthusiasm of a northerner and greets Yuan Xinghan as if he were familiar with it.

Yuan Xinghan smiled awkwardly. Unexpectedly, the boss was still a wonderful person. He walked over and sat on the horse in front of the store.

"Huh? Huang Jiafu? Are you from Linjiang?"

As soon as he said hello, Yuan Xinghan was stunned by his first words, holy shit! what's the situation? This... what is going on? ! There was a piece of talisman paper taped to Yuan Xinghan's shoulder. Qin Kun said that this talisman paper warded off evil spirits, so Yuan Xinghan did not take it off. It is not strange for a contemporary artist to have a talisman paper decoration on his body.

But...how could this old man know his origins just by looking at him?

Yuan Xinghan stopped watching the excitement and felt that there was some knowledge inside, so he asked humbly: "The old man has good eyesight. But how do you know... I am from Linjiang?"

The old man Hanyan chuckled: "This is the only place in China where people can draw this kind of talisman. How could the old man not know about it?"

The yellow armor talisman comes from the Fu sect. It uses the talisman to turn into yellow armor to protect the body and ward off evil spirits. Although it is an ordinary talisman paper, it must at least be the true version of the talisman of the talisman sect before it can be drawn.

It is said that Fu Zong's industry has been moved to the coast and even overseas, but Dizitang is still based in Linzhu Mountain.

Yuan Xinghan felt a little mysterious. He looked at the talisman paper and said, "To be honest, I am also a painter. As long as you give me paint, I can draw this kind of talisman."

"You?" Old Man Hanyan smiled and shook his head, "Every stroke and every painting is mysterious. Painting a tiger's skin is difficult to paint its bones. What's hidden in the bones is something you don't know about talismans. You can't see it, so naturally you can't paint it either. from."

The old man Hanyan said it very firmly.

After listening to the words of the old man Hanyan, Yuan Xinghan was a little in awe. This boss must be an unpredictable senior. He didn't expect such a person to be hidden in such a small town.

"Old sir, is there any way here? Can you tell me about it?"

Old Man Hanyan shook his head: "The sect has taboos. If you want to know, ask the person who gave you the talisman."

The old man stood up, rubbed his waist, and started tying the wreath again.

It's summer now, and this store has a gloomy atmosphere that doesn't belong to summer. Yuan Xinghan walked in curiously, feeling a little cold. In the store, in addition to the old man, there were several helpers.

Yuan Xinghan saw that several workers were young and quite experienced in making wreaths.

"Little brother, are you also... particular about the blush you put on your faces?"

The skin of several workers was very fair and they often worked in such a store where they never saw the sun. Yuan Xinghan could understand it, but there were varying degrees of blush on their faces, which made Yuan Xinghan a little curious.

Before meeting Qin Kun, he had never been exposed to the funeral industry. Could it be that the blush on their faces was also due to some specialties and secrets?

The few workers acted very quietly. They looked at Yuan Xinghan, did not speak, and continued to immerse themselves in their work.

Yuan Xinghan was a little embarrassed, maybe it was a bit rude to ask about other people's affairs rashly.

Yuan Xinghan rarely went out to social events and didn't know what to say at this time, so he took out a pack of cigarettes and gave one to the worker.

"No open flames allowed in the store."

Yuan Xinghan continued to be embarrassed, but the worker still put away the cigarette, touched his face and replied: "The master wiped this, saying it is to make it easier for people to recognize us."

To make it easier for people to...recognize...you?

Yuan Xinghan was confused.

After sitting in the store for a while, Yuan Xinghan saw that neither the old man nor the young worker paid any attention to him, so he thought it was time to leave.

This trip gave him a few places that felt good. One was the stone forest in Hancoffin Village, and the other was this ordinary wreath and shroud shop. Yuan Xinghan was inspired and imagined that when the pictures in his mind turned into paintings, It will definitely be very intriguing.

"Old sir, I'm leaving."

At the door, Yuan Xinghan said hello, and the old man Hanyan didn't even raise his head: "In a place like this, the dead are not allowed to stay, and the living are not allowed to leave. Please pay attention to these taboos next time."

"Yeah, I remember."

After Yuan Xinghan said that, he turned and left.

It was much hotter on the street than in the store. Yuan Xinghan's cell phone rang, and he saw it was Qin Kun calling.

"Hey, Director Qin, are you awake?"

"Um."

Yuan Xinghan was surprised that Qin Kun had just gotten up. He calculated the time and found that it had been more than 10 hours since he stayed at the hotel last night. Could it be that Director Qin kept watch again last night?

Qin Kun said on the other end of the phone: "Brother Yuan, we will go to Bailong Temple later."

"White Dragon Temple?"

Yuan Xinghan said: "I'm right next to you!"

Qin Kun said: "That's just right. We'll set off to find you right away. The temple is famous for its vegetarian restaurant, so we can just have a meal."

"Okay!" Yuan Xinghan touched his stomach, and he happened to be hungry, "By the way, where is Xuanxuan?"

"Xuanxuan? Not with you?" Qin Kun wondered.

"No..." Yuan Xinghan was even more puzzled.

In Xu Yang's room at the Pingan Hotel, Qin Kun picked up Xu Yang's cell phone. In the circle of friends, Xuanxuan posted a selfie, with Yuan Xinghan right behind him.

"Where are you?" Qin Kunhu asked.

"On the old street next to Bailong Temple, there are people selling wreaths and shrouds."

"Where are you?" Xu Yang asked Tu Xuanxuan while commenting.

"Inside Bailong Temple, with Brother Yuan." Tu Xuanxuan replied.

In the hotel room, Qin Kun hung up the phone and had a headache.

It's broad daylight, what the hell?

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