"Hey, look, there's a light over there!" I paused for a second, then quickly said to my teammates behind me.

"There really is!" Du Deming was also eye-catching.

"Let's go over and have a look." I lifted my chin and walked over first.

The other three followed.

At this time, at the moment when the sun is about to set.

The whole town was lifeless, as if there was no one, and at this time, there was a glimmer of light in the store in front of it.

When I got closer, I realized that it was the light of a candle.

"But...... In this era, why do people still use candles? I paused a little strangely.

"Maybe it's because there's a power outage in the town, so the candles are used, but that would explain why it's dark." Du Deming thought for a while and said.

"Is that really the case?" As I spoke, I walked slowly towards the store.

However......

When we actually walked to the door, we finally saw what kind of store it was.

At the entrance of the first floor of this low, wooden two-story building, piles of incense and candles, paper money, wreaths, gold leaf, and spiritualist flags are placed......

Look up at the signboard hanging crookedly on the door of the store, Baizentang.

Now, we all get it.

This is a funeral shop with a full range of items.

They are all for the deceased.

I steadied myself and looked into the store again.

Gold bars made of paper, ingots made of paper, courtyards made of paper, and ...... A doll made of paper.

When I accidentally glanced at the paper boy doll placed in the corner of the door, I was instantly frightened.

At this moment, the air seemed to become much colder.

That's right, it's it!

The paper doll burned by the middle-aged woman we saw at the intersection late at night, the red-clad and green-pants doll we saw on the bus!!

It...... It was here again.

A cold wind blew, and the puppet's body by the door began to sway.

In the end, its body, along with its golden eyes, coincided with the direction in which the few of us were standing.

It's like...... It's as if it's turning its head and staring at us.

"Hey, Gao Wei, did you see it?" Zhang Qiang's face instantly turned pale, and he asked with trembling lips.

"Ah, I see. What about you, Deming? I swallowed and asked Du Deming.

"I think we should all see it." Du Deming said, his gaze turned to Zhao Qiqi's direction.

Zhao Qiqi's face was also a little ugly and nodded: "It's so strange, it feels like it follows us all the way." ”

As soon as she said this, everyone was subconsciously trembling.

"This store, something is not right, should we change places?" Du Deming clenched his fists and said, but his feet had already begun to retreat.

I thought about it and nodded, "Okay, let's see if there are anyone else there." ”

However, just as we were about to turn to leave, there was a sudden sound of footsteps in the store.

I paused, then turned to look back at the store again, driven by curiosity.

Due to the light, I first caught a glimpse of a pair of feet in blue cloth shoes, and then the shadows faded, and an old man with a blank face slowly walked out of the aisle full of mourners.

"Ahh It's him! When Zhang Qiang saw the face of the person inside, he finally couldn't help but scream.

A few of us took a few steps back.

Yes.

We've seen this old man.

He's the weird old man we saw on the bus last night.

My eyes widened instantly, and then I turned my head to glance at the other people, signaling them to leave!

But before he could take a few steps, an old hoarse voice sounded behind him.

"You ...... It's something unclean, right? After the old man finished speaking, he coughed a few more times: "It's about to get dark, and no one here will open at this point except my shop, come in!" ”

I stopped, and exchanged glances with the other three with a look on my face.

They were also looking at me, as if asking for my opinion.

Can this old man tell at a glance that we're in trouble?

I turned around and looked at the old man's back.

It seems that he didn't do anything to hurt us.

Glancing sideways, I glanced at the narrow cobblestone streets, and as the old man had said, I looked back and forth, and there was indeed only light here.

After thinking about it, I gritted my teeth and looked at the other people: "Let's go, let's go in!" ”

Du Deming's face turned a little pale when he heard this, and he took several deep breaths before finally making up his mind and walking towards the store.

"Hey, Xiao Ming, what are you doing? Other! I don't want to enter the ......" Zhang Qiang, who was on Du Deming's back, saw this, his big face immediately turned green, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead, struggling, wanting to jump off Du Deming's back.

However, before he finished speaking, Zhao Qiqi reached out from behind to cover his mouth.

"Shut your big mouth!" Zhao Qiqi glared at him viciously.

In this way, the four of us walked into the old man's funeral shop, which was full of sacrificial supplies.

From the outside, the shop looks very small, but the deeper you go, the more you find that there is something different inside.

The interior of the store is not as crowded as the entrance, but rather a little spacious.

But just a second before my nervous nerves were about to relax, my eyes caught a glimpse of several large coffins of different shapes parked in the deepest part of the store.

"This ......," I suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

Zhang Qiang, who was behind me, saw this and immediately shouted: "Coffin?!" Mine!! ”

His voice instantly startled Du Deming, who had no bottom in his heart.

As soon as he let go of his hand, he immediately threw Zhang Qiang off his back.

Zhang Qiang groaned, his buttocks slammed on the ground, and the pain was so painful that he didn't recover for a long time.

Among us, Zhao Qiqi is the most calm one.

Seeing the appearance of Zhang Qiang and Du Deming, she covered her mouth and snickered.

"Look at the way you two look like you, shame on you."

"I ...... Where am I cowardly! When Zhang Qiang heard this, he immediately endured the pain and got up from the ground with a grunt.

When Du Deming heard this, he also coughed lightly, pretending to be calm on the surface.

The old man still had a dead face, and he glanced at us coldly.

"Don't be afraid, these are freshly made coffins, and there are no people inside."

After speaking, the old man pulled out the low-legged earthen bench on the side from under a table of eight immortals that looked to be some years old.

He pulled the bamboo basket closer to him, then sat down on the stool, picked up the scissors, grabbed a handful of yellow paper, and began to make old-fashioned paper money.

Remembering what the old man had said before, I thought about it and took a step forward.

"Well, you said we got into trouble, how did you see that?"