Until dawn, there was no movement in the store, and I was not in any danger.

It's just that the mother-in-law didn't come down from the upstairs for a long time.

I hid inside the counter, and after hearing the sound of the breakfast shop owner outside, I tried to open the door first, and then quickly went upstairs to call my mother-in-law to get up.

As I pushed open my mother-in-law's door, I was shocked with goosebumps.

The mother-in-law sat up straight on the bed, still wearing the same clothes as yesterday.

Except for the neck up, there was no skin in the rest of the exposed areas, only red muscles, and cyan blood vessels attached to her body like earthworms.

She had a weird smile on her face, no eyeballs in her sockets, only two black holes that were still spilling blood.

Seeing my mother-in-law's situation, I hurriedly went downstairs and rushed outside to call someone.

Neighbors rushed to talk about the strange death of the mother-in-law.

From the discussions, I knew that no one knew where my mother-in-law had come from and that she had no relatives here.

There had never been such a brutal murder before.

After the discussion of the neighbors came to an end, someone suggested finding someone to help the girl to find out who killed the mother-in-law.

There was a lot of agreement with the proposal, but no one was willing to pay for it.

When I went to the counter and pulled out the cash box, it didn't take long for the warlock to be invited to the scene.

With the arrival of the warlock, everyone exited the shop to leave room for the warlock to help.

The warlock first took out a wooden plate with fine sand, a wooden pen made of Y-shaped mahogany and willow wood, and then inserted the wooden pen into a basket and fixed it to the horizontal wood with an iron ring.

Next, the two men brought by the warlock each supported the ends of the crosswood with their index fingers, holding the basket and waiting quietly.

The warlock then began to recite the spell while drawing the talisman with his fingers in the palm of his hand, occasionally stomping his feet and pushing the drawn talismans towards the wooden disc with fine sand.

After about a cup of tea, the two people who were holding the ends of the crosswood with their index fingers closed their eyes in unison, and began to push the crosswood to make the wooden pen slowly write on the sand table.

Who could have killed the mother-in-law?

I think that my mother-in-law's death is very likely related to the kerosene lamp being extinguished last night.

As the words began to appear on the sand table, the warlock stopped chanting spells and began to focus only on the sand table.

He smoothed the sand with a brush every time he paused for a short pause in the pen, his eyes gradually filled with fear, and his hands gradually trembled.

His reaction made everyone unconsciously hold their breath and cause panic.

"Stop, stop, stop!" Before the fufu was over, the warlock suddenly screamed and pushed hard against the two men who were holding the ends of the beam with his index finger.

Before his hand could touch the two men, they had already spurted blood from their seven orifices and fell to the ground.

The warlock slumped to the ground, his eyes wandering around, his gaze falling on mine and focusing again.

"You, you, you, you have to stay here and do business for Granny Huang, otherwise no one will survive!" he gasped and said urgently, and at the same time, he crawled to my side and hugged my legs.

The people behind me immediately stepped back and distanced themselves from me.

"What did you do with it?" I frowned.

"You can't say it, you can't say it, you will die if you say it. will die. I don't want to die. They all have to die. You can't escape. "The warlock was a little incoherent.

"You spread your hands first. Otherwise, I won't do it. "My threat worked, and the warlock immediately let go of my legs.

I then turned to the crowd and told them that if I could help make Granny Wong's funeral a decent and proper manner, I would be willing to stay and continue the business.

Otherwise, everyone will wait for death together.

The crowd watched the warlock's reactions, and they dared not speak out on my condition.

The coffin shop soon delivered the coffin, and the bodies of the two men brought by the warlock were carried out the door.

Someone calculated the auspicious day of the funeral, and Granny Huang's body was put on a shroud by the more daring women.

Taking advantage of the busyness of everyone, I pulled the warlock, whose legs were so weak that he couldn't walk the road, and quietly asked him if he knew what would happen if the kerosene lamp went out at the ghost shop that picked up ghost customers at night.

"Pick up ghosts at night?" the warlock was stunned.

With my nod in confirmation, the Warlock sprang up from the ground with a thud and ran away again.

I:......

The legs and feet are so good.

As soon as the warlock left, the two corpses outside the door became ownerless.

I asked people to go to the coffin shop again to ask for two thin coffins, and after the corpses were contained, they were carried directly to the mass grave and buried.

After placing the body of Granny Huang in a coffin and placing it in the storefront, they hung a white cloth on the door and lit a white candle on the top of the coffin.

I moved a small Mazha to sit at the door of the shop, carefully relived what had happened after I came to the shop, and relived it in my mind.

According to the warlock's reaction to hearing the ghost guest at night, the content he helped out should have nothing to do with the kerosene lamp going out.

The middle-aged man who came to visit last night mentioned tofu chrysanthemum and was not afraid of being twisted by his mother-in-law, which shows that his mother-in-law is not a master to be messed with even though she is old.

Who killed the mother-in-law?

Why do I have to stay here and do business for my mother-in-law, otherwise no one will survive?

What did the Warlock come up with?

Is he accurate?

I've been forced to make a name for myself here, and the old man surnamed Gu may find this place at any time.

I thought about it and decided to find another person to do the math.

As soon as I got up from the pony, I saw that several beggars immediately made a move to follow.

One of the beggars was the one who warned me yesterday not to steal food on his territory.

I walked up to him first and asked him if he was okay.

He craned his neck and told me that the warlock who had come to help me was very accurate, and that the people in the village were afraid that I would break my promise and run away, so they let them keep an eye on me.

Not only is there someone guarding the front of the shop, but there are also people guarding the back of the shop.

"Then remember to come and wake with my mother-in-law after dark, or I'll run away. "My invitation made them all white.

Then I sat down at the door of the shop, and I had no intention of re-calculating with anyone.

I didn't want to stay any longer, but my mother-in-law hasn't been buried yet.

Moreover, since the warlock is extremely accurate, if I leave, not only will everyone die, but I will also die.

I've already died once, and I don't want to die again for a while.

For the rest of the day, everyone took a detour past the underworld store, and naturally no one entered the underworld store to buy anything.

The beggars took turns sitting near the shop and watching me.

As the sun set again, except for a few beggars who were in charge of keeping an eye on me, as far as I could see, the people in the villages and towns had closed their doors early and stopped appearing.

The doors cannot be closed during the mortuary.

I changed a new white candle for my mother-in-law and burned three sticks of incense, then lit the kerosene lamp on the counter and went back to the counter to stay.

After dark, there were no ghosts, and nothing unusual happened.

Until the middle of the night, a baby's cry suddenly came from the second floor.

The cry didn't last long before it stopped abruptly, followed by giggles.

The laughter was shrill and piercing, revealing an indescribable weirdness.

I tensed as the sound of giggling and bouncing down the stairs got closer.

At the same time, the mother-in-law sat up straight from the unsealed coffin, slowly turned her head towards the stairs and opened her eyes again.