No further anomalies occurred until dawn.

The people in the village and town were doing business as usual, and no one knew that the body of the mother-in-law was gone, and no one cared that the beggars were gone.

I stayed in front of the shop and waited until the street was lively, then I closed the lid of the coffin when I entered the store, and then went to the kitchen to fill my stomach and guard the store.

At noon, a few other beggars squatted in a corner not far from the shop, keeping an eye on the movement in the shop.

After lunch, I went to the second floor to find out my mother-in-law's savings and prepare to go out on the street to buy a sharp dagger.

Before, in the big house, as the anger in my heart suddenly appeared, the old lady said that I had exploded with a terrifying murderous aura.

She then stopped lying on my back, and most likely, my murderous aura would have shocked her, even if it didn't hurt her.

If my guess is true, if I want to improve my ability to protect myself against ghosts, I need to increase my murderous aura.

And the murderous spirit, in the final analysis, comes from my anger.

My anger was born from the time I drowned and the time I woke up in my hotel room, when I kept stabbing corpses with daggers.

I want to improve my anger by going to a corpse to practice.

I want to find corpses to practice, and I can't do without a dagger.

Even if my guess is wrong, buying a dagger is good for self-defense.

As I came out of the shop, a little beggar immediately followed.

After I had walked for a while, I had not seen anyone selling daggers, so I turned around and walked up to the little beggar who was following me, and asked him where I could buy a sharp dagger.

He probably didn't expect the person being followed to ask him for directions, and after a moment of confusion, he led me to a blacksmith shop that didn't face the street.

The small blacksmith shop was full of cold weapons, and I took out all the money I had with me and pushed it to the boss, telling him that I wanted the dagger in his shop that was worth my bid.

Seeing the shopkeeper staring at the pile of money, I told him again that he could deceive me into being too young to know the goods.

However, once I know it, I will refuse to open the shop even if I die, and I will drag everyone here to die with me.

When the time comes, it will not be me who will kill everyone, but him.

When the time comes, he will also die.

He will, have a life to earn money, but not a life to spend.

My words again made the shopkeeper's eyes light up.

After smacking his tongue, he reluctantly pulled a small box out of a large box in the corner and threw it to me, and then drove me and the little beggar out of the blacksmith's shop like a plague.

When I came out of the blacksmith's shop, I took out the sheathed dagger from the box and stuffed it into my cuff, gave the antique empty box to the little beggar who had helped me lead the way, and asked him where I could find a corpse that I could stab at will.

The little beggar shuddered and dropped the empty box in his hand, took two steps back, and thought about mentioning the water burial master to me later.

There are three types of water burial, the floating corpse type, the river throwing type and the ash scattering type.

After the death of the people here, there are burials in earth and water burials, and the water burials are chosen to throw into the river.

In the river throwing style, the dead body is carried to the river and dismembered and thrown into the river, or the body is tied up with a cloth and thrown into the river with a large stone.

In this case, the corpse is carried to the river and dismembered and thrown into the river.

If I want to kill a corpse, I can go to the water burial master.

However, family members are often followed during water burials, so I should not be allowed to poke them casually.

"Thank you. I picked up the empty box on the ground and handed it to the little beggar, and walked back the way I came.

"I heard that the warlock who helped Granny Huang hanged herself last night. The little beggar's words came to a moment's pause in my footsteps.

I didn't look back and walked on, and as soon as I got back to the store, I pulled the dagger out of its sheath.

The dagger sharpens iron like mud and blows hair, the curved black handle is easier to grip, the silver-white blade is smooth, and the hidden lines on the blade can eat human bones.

The dagger amazed me, and it made me even more desperate to find corpses to practice.

So I went to the kitchen to find an iron basin and rang at the door of the store, and when the number of people gathered around me was about the same, I announced that I was going to be a water burial master.

In the future, if any family is buried in water, I will have to be responsible.

I must have looked like a bully, stubbornly grasping the weakness of the people who were afraid that I would not continue to stay in the shop, and forcing them to meet my demands.

However, it worked.

However, although everyone agreed to my request, some people muttered in a low voice before they dispersed that they would not choose to be buried by water in the future.

Me: "......" seems to have to try to get the ghosts to help with the corpses.

I didn't think about digging up the grave myself, not because I felt that I was lacking in morality, but because I knew that it was difficult for my thin arms and legs to pry open the coffin board.

And I don't know which tomb is ownerless.

If I dig up the grave of the owner, even if the owner is afraid that I need to stay in the shop to keep everyone safe, he will be so excited that he will beat me up.

After that, until my mother-in-law's funeral, although I lit the kerosene lamp every night, there were no ghost visitors.

I had no way to get the body, and I didn't have the opportunity to ask the ghosts to help me find Yuan Qinghua and find the traces of the child entrusted to me by my mother-in-law.

During this period, there was no abnormality or business in the store, and people in the villages and towns were leaving one after another.

The mother-in-law died strangely, and the Fuping Warlock hanged herself that night, adding to the shadow in people's hearts.

Being able to leave is the wish of most people in the village and town.

But if you drag your family and have no relatives to go to and your pocket is cleaner than your face, you can only be forced to continue to stay, at best, to buy a yellow charm to stick to your home, how is it better than starving to death on the road.

I've always carried a dagger, and I've tried to get angry in my heart again but to no avail.

I think that the resurgence of anger in my heart should be prompted by external factors.

When the time came for the mother-in-law's funeral, everyone finally found that the mother-in-law's body was gone.

I confessed to telling everyone that my mother-in-law's body was long gone, which caused another panic.

Even though the coffin was empty, I asked the people to bury the empty coffin in the grave that had been dug.

By the time I followed the coffin bearer back to the village, more than a dozen families were packing their bags and preparing to stay outside for a while before coming back here.

When I returned to the village, I went straight back to the shop, and when it was dark, I closed the door and lit the kerosene lamp on the counter.

With the death of her mother-in-law, the underworld store can't recruit thieves even if she wants to.

If the ghosts come back, it will be the same if I close the door or not.

The reason why I closed the door was because I thought, maybe it was because it hadn't been closed before, so the ghosts were delayed.

In fact, even though I closed the door, the ghosts continued not to appear.

In the middle of the night, the sound of a strong door breaking and fighting accompanied by screams of terror came from outside.

The movement was like breaking down a door to kill someone, and more than one family was broken down.

In this case, I walked briskly to the second floor and looked out.

It's really a door-breaking murder outside.

Among the perpetrators, in addition to the dozen or so families who only packed up and left during the day, there were also people who left the villages and towns one after another after the death of their mother-in-law.

They all returned and divided into two groups, from the street and the end of the street, towards the middle of the street, and broke into the house and killed indiscriminately.

Their faces were as white as paper, their eyes were sunken, their eyes were splashed with ink, and their mouths were firmly stitched together by the fine red silk threads of the stitches.

Under their necks, there were only white bones without any flesh and skin.

No matter how strong they are, they don't have a chance to survive their attacks, they move quickly, and their hand bones can easily penetrate people's bodies and burst people's hearts.