"Huh?" I was surprised, I didn't know what Master Qian meant.

"You can't really have the surname Bai, right?" said Master Qian as he stopped his movements and stared at me.

"I do have the last name White!" I said with a slight smile and a nod.

I'm actually quite surprised in my heart, to say that a master like Master Qian has no intersection with those craftsmen in this city, I don't believe it, but when I say my surname, it's a little unbelievable.

At first, I would say that I could accept our family name and prestige, but it didn't make sense that a goldsmith would know my grandfather's name.

Even if you were older enough to hear about my grandfather, you wouldn't have changed your face and stopped doing it as you do now.

After Master Qian knew that my surname was Bai, he shook off his hand and asked me to ask Gao Ming, saying that he was really powerless.

This makes me feel even more strange, not to mention anything else, just Master Qian can see the origin of the resentment of heaven and man, to say that there is nothing I can do, I really don't believe it.

Wang Cheng felt that his face was also a little unbearable, and he personally went over and nodded and apologized for his sins, and said good things to Master Qian for a long time, which made Master Qian come back with a blushing face.

"Boy, I'll make you a coffin nail, but you promise me to leave as soon as you get it, you've never been here, and you've never seen me! No!

"Why is that?" I don't understand even more, how did Master Qian, who was a good old man just a moment ago, become like this now.

"If you want to go to Lingjie, I can't stop you, but this disaster will extend to us old craftsmen!" Master Qian said with a touch of heart.

"Master, how can this be, what do I have to do with you?" I laughed.

"Do you know what kind of realm Lingjie is! That's the realm of Sanniang! Here, that's this!" Master Qian said with a thumbs up.

I understand what he means, the right to speak here should be in the hands of that judge Sanniang, this is also an unwritten rule, where there will be a person with high moral or extraordinary means in charge, just like the fallen master on our cultural street, or the Li family in the ancient city, but what does it have to do with my surname Bai and Mr. Bai?

"Lingjie is not clean, you should listen to the owner, otherwise you will not be interested, but you don't know that there is a saying in it. Master Qian picked up the dry cigarette and lit one again and said: "The fortune teller broke his leg, Mr. Bai was grounded, and the surname Bai and the dog were not allowed to enter!"

According to Master Qian's words, although it looks like a strange street inside, it can actually be regarded as a place where yin and yang meet, and there are many sensible people in it, but Mr. Yin and Yang, warlocks, Taoist priests, monks, you can go in if you want, but there are only three kinds of people who can't go, one is a fortune teller, and the other is Mr. Bai and the surname Bai.

I account for two of the three, plus Zhao Qian and Zhao Miao, we are completely in line with other people's prohibitions.

Hearing this, I fell into deep thought.

"Then build coffin nails for Brother Bai first, Master Qian rest assured, let's keep our mouths tight!" Wang Cheng immediately climbed down the pole and wanted to help me get the coffin nails first.

Master Qian smoked three cigarettes in a row, and then threw the remaining cigarette holder to the ground, stepped on it a few times, and said, "Cheng! As long as you don't go anywhere, you can say anything!"

After saying goodbye, Master Qian went to get the tools.

Wang Cheng saw that I was still pondering, so he patted me on the shoulder: "Brother Bai, don't worry, I always feel that these masters are a little too pedantic, let's find another way after we finish this matter!"

I nodded, it was really best for the sake of the future.

Master Qian took the tool, which was actually a bag of small steel balls.

This is the weight, the steel balls inside are exactly the same, in the bag constantly added and subtracted, until I feel the right amount, it is considered to confirm the amount.

Master Qian took out a pencil, wrote on a piece of paper what I thought was appropriate, and asked someone to cut off a piece of steel and give it to me for me to weigh again.

After three or five tests, the weight of the coffin nails was finally determined.

My hand strength is not as strong as my grandfather's, and I have gained some strength in these incidents.

When I said the length of the nails and the shape of the coffin, Master Qian pondered it and told me that it would take him five days.

I nodded, I still have a three-month agreement, and I can afford to wait for five days.

I think it's better to wait for the coffin to come out in five days, and then I'll make plans, after all, Master Qian is also a veteran craftsman here, although what he said is a bit serious, but I can't believe it!

In the past five days, Wang Cheng has become an escort, accompanying us to eat, drink and have fun.

I can see that he yearns for our kind of life, and according to him, he wants to be a chivalrous man, but I can only say that there is no way.

What surprised me more was Zhao Gan, this guy bled himself in five days, although his face was not very good, but he could already get up and move, according to him, it would take a month for such injuries to be completely healed, but now the situation is urgent, and he has to use the method of bloodletting, which can have the original fifty percent of his strength, and will also leave some secret wounds, and it will become two months to think about it.

Anyway, I can also have some combat power.

I know that Zhao Qian is not worried that I will explore Lingjie by myself, so I use this method.

Five days later, we came to the steel mill, and waited for a morning before Master Qian hurried over, holding a wooden box with six copper nails in it, and at the same time his resignation letter, saying that his apprentice could completely replace him, and he wanted to stop farming in the village.

I didn't expect that there would be such consequences of building a coffin for me, no matter how I explained it, Master Qian didn't listen, so I had to resign.

In the end, I could only invite Wang Cheng's father, but I couldn't say anything, so I could only agree to Master Qian's request.

I still feel a little guilty about Master Qian, and if there is anything you want me to help with, I can say it directly, and I left my phone, but Master Qian said that as long as I don't look for him, he will burn high incense.

Later, Wang Cheng came forward and said that he would help Master Qian, who was an old man in the factory, so naturally he would not cross the river and tear down the bridge.

Holding the six new copper nails, but also with warmth, this is the temperament of fire copper, it seems that Master Qian is indeed a powerful character, even fire copper can be made, although it is not as powerful as the heavenly and human resentment in my hand, but it is better than the ordinary coppersmith to make it.

That night, we quietly came to Ling Street.

The taxi driver heard that we were going to Lingjie, and at first he was reluctant to pull us, but then he couldn't resist the temptation of money, so he was willing to put us not far from Lingjie, and told us not to go to that place for exploration, just go around.

When the driver left, we quietly leaned towards Ling Street.

There are hardly any vehicles on the road here, and even the street lights are yellow, and no one wants to replace them.

Finally, we walked to Ling Street, and then we stopped to rest for a while.

When I arrived at Ling Street, I realized that the buildings here are indeed not like those in the city.

The houses on the whole street are uneven, the high ones have small western-style buildings, there are also store houses, and the low ones have stone houses, and even grass huts.

At a distance on either side is a stone that occupies a place for those who resell antiques.

But now there is no one, the lights are on in a few rooms, and there are not even street lights on this street.

Fortunately, it was a sunny day tonight, and it was approaching the fifteenth, and the ground was very bright.

There is a big archway erected at the entrance of the street, and the handwriting on it is a little shabby, but it can be vaguely recognized as the word "Ling Street".

After I came in, I felt a little at a loss, there was no one in here, let alone looking for anyone, and there seemed to be no one in the few houses with the lights on.

When we walked in, we saw that one of them was a restaurant, but the dust on the table had fallen and it looked like no one had cleaned it for a long time.

"Have we found the right place?" The strange scene stimulated Zhao Miao, she felt that this place was weirdly leaving, not quite like staying here.

"Little Senior Sister, this is indeed the place on the address, but you have to find someone to ask!" I said to her.

Although I also had some heart palpitations, I was not afraid, Zhao Qian didn't feel it at all, as if this was the place he was most familiar with.

Zhao Miao hugged one of Zhao Gan's arms tightly, and shivered a few times when she looked around.

At this time, there was a sudden sound of footsteps from the upper floor of the restaurant, and the step by step was very steady.

Zhao Gan and I reacted almost at the same time, I took out the copper nail with my backhand, the injury on my right hand was no longer serious, and Zhao Qian put his hand on the broken sword, staring at the staircase with burning eyes.

I saw Zhao Gan's hand on the broken sword instead of the Tang knife, and the three points of fear in my heart were reduced, as long as it was a person, it was fine.

Sure enough, a graceful woman walked down, looking like she was in her thirties and forties, but she was wearing a cheongsam, with an elegant gait, makeup on her face, and a cigarette in her hand, just like the old Shanghai singer in the TV series.

The glamorous cheongsam looked out of place with the dust of the dilapidated buildings around it, but it felt like there should be such a person.

"You children, what are you doing here at night, aren't you afraid of ghosts?" the woman's lips were lightly opened, and her voice was gentle, as if a confidant elder sister was teaching a mischievous brother.

Zhao Qian slowly let go of his hand and put it aside.

"Sister, we're here to find someone!" Zhao Miao looked at this beautiful woman and immediately said our purpose.

"Sister, ouch! The little mouth is very sweet. The woman's hand pulled a strand of hair down her ear to the back, and showed a smile at Zhao Miao.

"There's no one you're looking for here!" the woman twisted, took a puff of the cigarette she was holding in her hand, and as her body twisted, her slender legs could be seen through the slits of the cheongsam.

I swallowed to myself.

"Don't learn well!Peek at something!Beware of long corns that shouldn't be seen!," said the woman, giving me a strange look.