Chapter Eighty-Seven: The Ten Yuan Paper Man House and the Coffin Shop for the Last Three Days

After leaving Aunt Zhang's house, Song Xifan and Lin Fengzhi have been wandering around Handcheng, looking for a suitable good errand, but they can only blame the iron rooster "Viagra" for not pulling out a dime.

This daytime Handcheng is like a small county town, with vehicles coming and going on the street, pedestrians walking and stopping, and shops on the street also have Xiao Si selling, no, Song Xifan came to a small market, here, a big loudspeaker amplified sound attracted Song Xifan and them.

"Ten yuan, ten yuan, all the goods in the audience, all ten yuan, all ten yuan!"

"Don't miss it if you pass by, you can't buy it for ten yuan, you can't buy it for ten yuan, you can't be fooled, it's better to take action than to move, it's better to move immediately than to act"

It's like a competition, and there is a clothing store next to the ten-dollar store, which is also pulling a loudspeaker.

"The last three days, the last three days, the last three days, the façade expires, the sale at a loss, the last three days, the sale at a loss" The magic words have been playing the voice over and over again, and the flow of people has also been attracted to the past, which sounds like a lively small market.

Out of the mentality of watching the excitement, Song Xifan and Lin Fengzhi followed.

According to common sense, this ten-dollar store should be a boutique kind of gadget, at first it was far away, and it was blocked by the crowd and couldn't see clearly, which is good to walk in!

"Brother Feng, this..."Song Xifan looked at Lin Fengzhi on the side dumbfounded, "What's the situation, there are seven big white wreaths placed at the door of this store, and there is a pair of red stickers pasted on it, leaving a place to write your name, and then the words that have passed away,"

"Tut-tut, I'm afraid there's something here, Xiao Fan, let's go in and take a look" Lin Fengzhi obviously saw the wreath as well, but he showed extraordinary calmness.

It's good to go in and take a look, Song Xifan just stepped in, and there was a voice broadcast prompt female voice at the door: I wish you a happy purchase.

This scared Song Xifan a little excited, what the hell, because what the hell caught Song Xifan's eyes at this moment was that the decoration tone of the entire store was dark yellow, whether it was the ceiling lamp or the many portraits of unknown ghosts and gods hanging on the wall, it made the atmosphere a little weird, and the most important thing was that the ground in this store was covered with a red glowing carpet, so it was not terrifying!

The more you go inside, the area of this store is far beyond your imagination, and there are a lot of people who buy, there are really places where you must need to queue up to buy what you want, and then you will find that the layout here is the same as an ordinary supermarket, divided into a lot of areas, there are daily chemical areas for daily necessities, special work tools and hardware area, and even a marriage area and residential area for buying and selling husbands and wives. Of course, all these things are folded into paper, and the most important thing is whether it is buying and selling paper money or some paper daily chemicals, or buying and selling houses and wives and children, all of them are ten yuan, and all of them are paper products with labels, which are really ten yuan, and they are treated equally. This makes people's consumption psychology all gathered in the marriage and main residential area, although I don't know what kind of mentality, but the people here are surprisingly crowded.

When Song Xifan came to the marriage area, he could only see the men and women tied with paper placed there, because of the material of the paper, it appeared to be a silhouette, the man wore a black bowler hat, and the woman cut two round pieces of paper with red paper and pasted them on her cheeks, which can be regarded as showing that this is the appearance of a woman's shyness. It's not weird!

It can be regarded that the people who come to buy are all "people", and Song Xifan is psychologically good. But is it really normal for so many people to come to buy? After a brief look, Song Xifan and Lin Fengzhi are also planning to leave the store

"Hancheng is really a ghost town, this paper money business is like a top shopping mall, and I rushed to buy these bad things like crazy, Xiaofan went to the last three days of the store next door to see what things were on sale. A smile hooked up at the corner of his mouth flashed Lin Fengzhi's handsome face, since he ran out of the cave before, Song Xifan vaguely felt that Brother Feng was wrong, and now this feeling is even stronger, in his impression, Lin Fengzhi will not use this tone and attitude to talk to him.

I guess I want to see who this person in front of me is. Song Xifan heartily agreed, "Let's go, Brother Feng, this place is really unlucky, it's all things for the dead, and it's useless for us, let's go, let's go."

When the two of them came in, they didn't feel much effort, but they almost took half their lives to get out, and somehow so many people squeezed into it.

"It's really hard to go upstream, I'm afraid that the people of Handcheng are all ghost embryos, buy these things and burn them for yourself" Song Xifan, who was finally squeezed out, stood at the door panting and complained!

"Xiaofan, let's go over quickly" just came out, and before he had time to rest, Lin Fengzhi pulled Song Xifan over to the shop next to him.

Only then did they come to the door, and just as they were about to enter, a muscular man in a tight black suit (with a mourning word embroidered on it) took a small hammer and smacked the heads of the two men.

"Guest officer, you are not in the last three days, you can't go in"

Of course, he was very angry when he was hammered, and Song Xifan asked, "Why did !!you beat people in the last three days?"

"Your death date hasn't come in the last three days, don't worry, guest officer!" the man in the leotard added, smiling.

"If you want to make an appointment, on the day of your last three days of death, we will send you the coffin you want, right. After saying that, he even compared his heart with his hand.