Mysterious resurgence

Yang Jian and Lin Yunhui kept walking along the ghost street, until finally the shops on both sides of the street disappeared, leaving only this old bluestone road, when a lonely house began to appear in sight.

"We are almost there. There is a coffin shop in front of us. Last time I came here unexpectedly, but I did not enter the coffin shop. Instead, I used this as the end point and turned around and left. So strictly speaking, this time will be my first time with this coffin shop. Dealing with the coffin shop.”

Yang Jian said and looked at Lin Yunhui again: "If you have any important information, I suggest you disclose it in advance."

"I went inside before and bought a coffin, but I didn't stay long and left quickly. I didn't encounter any danger, and I couldn't give you any useful information. I only know that a coffin was very expensive at that time and cost three dollars. Sixteen yuan in ghost money, I don’t know if it’s still the price now.” Lin Yunhui said.

Yang Jian said: "The price of thirty-six yuan you mentioned should have been a long time ago. It is no longer the price now. When I came last time, there was a voice from the coffin shop saying that a coffin was eighteen yuan, but Now that some time has passed, prices may change again.”

"If you just buy a coffin, you have enough money and you won't encounter any trouble, unless you have ideas about this coffin shop." Lin Yunhui said.

"I have the intention of robbing the coffin shop." Yang Jian said directly without hiding anything.

Lin Yunhui was not surprised, but said thoughtfully: "It is not that no ghost master has thought about robbing a coffin shop before, but it is very risky, because when I was alive, I had never heard of anyone succeeding."

"First understand the situation before talking." Yang Jian said.

Although he has ideas, he will not act impulsively. Especially now that he can afford a coffin, he has to weigh the pros and cons.

soon.

Two people stood in front of this lonely coffin shop.

The door of the coffin shop was open, and a yellow, dim oil lamp was lit inside.

The oil lamp hung in mid-air barely illuminated the entire store.

In the shop, there are coffins of the same size and shape. The only difference is that the colors of these coffins are different. Some coffins are painted with black paint and have a word "Die" written on them, which looks eerie and weird. Some coffins were painted with red paint, which was as bright as blood and also very permeable.

Some of the coffins were of raw wood color and seemed to have not been completely made and had not been painted.

Yang Jian stood at the door and looked at it for a while, confirming the situation of the coffin shop, and then walked in with a bit of vigilance.

Judging from the observation just now, the coffin shop does not seem to be much different from the shops on other ghost streets. They are all open for business, but the items they sell are different.

But his intuition told Yang Jian that there must be something special about the shop selling coffins, otherwise this shop would not be opened so far away.

Just as I walked to the door of the coffin shop, a faint voice floated out of the otherwise dead coffin shop: "Take a look, a good coffin only costs ten yuan."

ten yuan?

Yang Jian's expression changed slightly. This was cheaper than the last time he came here, and it was much cheaper. The price dropped by eight yuan in one breath.

It seems that the business of this coffin shop is getting worse and worse, so the price has to be reduced.

But even if the price of the coffin shop dropped, ten yuan was still a lot of money for Yang Jian now.

In order to prevent accidents from happening, Yang Jian also took out the ghost money when he entered the door. This time he was smarter and only took out seven yuan a piece and three yuan a piece of ghost money, no more, no less, just enough to buy a coffin.

Walking into the coffin shop with ghost money in hand, I felt a little more at ease.

The coffin shop that originally looked so gloomy now seems to have become less scary.

"If you are imprisoning a ghost, you have to buy a black coffin. If it is to deal with the problem of the ghost reviving like I did before, then you have to buy a red coffin." Lin Yunhui, who was following him, reminded.

But even if she didn't remind Yang Jian, she still knew the functions of different coffins.

So what he wants to buy this time is a red coffin.

Maybe he won't necessarily need this red coffin, but he is prepared for any eventuality.

"I want to buy a red coffin." Yang Jian slightly raised the ghost money in his hand and said.

He doesn't want to cause trouble yet and plans to buy the coffin according to normal rules.

If everything goes well, he will complete the deal and leave Ghost Street to avoid any complications.

The voice in the coffin shop that could not find its source sounded faintly again: "The red coffins have been sold out, please choose another one."

Sold out?

Yang Jian looked at the several red coffins placed in the shop, and his face suddenly showed a strange color.

There are so many red coffins, do you think they are sold out?

Isn’t this a lot of nonsense?

"I want this coffin." Yang Jian took a few steps to the side and put his hand on the lid of a red coffin.

"That coffin has been reserved and cannot be sold to you." The voice in the coffin shop continued to echo.

"What about this one?" Yang Jian set his target on a red coffin next to him.

"Also booked."

"Where is this coffin?"

"Booked."

"." Yang Jian found that no matter which red coffin he chose, the answer he gave was that it was booked.

However, since Taiping Ancient Town was submerged by the ghost lake, no one has come to this ghost street at all. How can anyone come to order a red coffin?

Even if there were, it would be impossible to buy all the red coffins.

"How can you sell me a red coffin?" Yang Jian asked with a stern face.

"You can buy the reserved coffin only if the deposit of the second customer is higher than that of the first customer." The voice explained.

"This means you can't buy a coffin for ten yuan, so you need to pay more, right?" Yang Jian finally understood the meaning of this coffin shop.

After working on it for a long time, it turned out that I wanted to sit down and raise the price.

Selling a coffin for ten yuan is just to attract customers into the store, but when you actually want to buy it, you find that you can't buy the coffin here for ten yuan, and every coffin has been reserved.

"How much do I need to add?" Yang Jian asked patiently, holding back his displeasure.

The voice in the coffin shop replied: "The last customer paid a deposit of seven yuan. You need to exceed this amount."

Seven yuan?

In other words, Yang Jian would have to add at least one yuan, so the price of the red coffin would return to eighteen yuan.

etc.

Yang Jian soon discovered something was wrong again.

The ghost money in his hand was three yuan, and the denomination was seven yuan. If he added one yuan, there was no way to pay it. He could only add three yuan to pay twenty yuan, and then the coffin shop would get the two yuan back.

But, does ghost money come in two-yuan denominations?

If not, does it mean that the coffin shop does not intend to change the money and just eats the two yuan?

routine.

It's all a fucking routine. This is not a serious coffin shop at all, but a proper black shop.

No wonder the owner of the Chinese medicine shop suggested last time that he robbed the coffin shop when he was able. It seems that the owner of the Chinese medicine shop also knew that this coffin shop was not a good thing. If it was a serious business like a paper shop, How could someone think of robbing it if he was an innocent child?

What Yang Jian hated most in his life were profiteers and shady businessmen. Now he had the idea of ​​burning down the coffin shop.

But thinking that he was facing the risk of the evil ghost resurrecting, he still tolerated it for the time being.

"I'll pay you 20 yuan to sell me this red coffin." Yang Jian couldn't help but take out another ten yuan of ghost money from his pocket.

"Deal." The voice in the coffin shop immediately sounded, seemingly impatient.

Yang Jian had a dark face, feeling that he had been ripped off by a profiteer, and felt very heartbroken.

He could only comfort himself in this way. After he solved the problem of the ghost's resurrection, he would come back to this coffin shop to settle the accounts.

Just as he was thinking this, the voice from the coffin shop sounded again: "A red coffin costs twenty yuan, but you have to pay an additional four yuan for carrying the coffin."

Coffin carrying fee?

And it’s still four yuan?

This coffin shop actually wanted to charge Yang Jian six yuan.

Because there is no way to pay for four yuan, I can only pay two three yuan ghost money.

Yang Jian's feelings have been very weak since he became a ghost controller, but at this moment, there was still a spark of anger.

He said nothing with a gloomy face, but silently put away the twenty yuan of ghost money in his hand, and then held the red spear in his hand tightly, and at the same time, gloomy will-o'-the-wisps began to appear around him.

This black shop must not be tolerated anymore, it must be dealt with today.