The passengers in the car all looked at him in surprise.

Under the watchful eye of the passengers, he slowly walked towards the back of the car.

It was not until the last row of the car came to a halt.

Just as he passed by Yang Lingfeng's side, Yang Lingfeng's nose moved slightly, and he faintly smelled a smell of blood. It seemed to come from the black bag in his hand.

Yang Lingfeng was sitting in the penultimate row, on the right side of the car.

The man in the cloak paused and glanced at Yang Lingfeng. He sat down towards the seat next to him.

He sat on the left side of the car, across an aisle from Yang Lingfeng.

Yang Lingfeng looked at the man with a sideways face.

He felt it again, and he could indeed feel the smell of blood, but he didn't feel the breath of demons.

Explain that the other party is a person.

Although he was dressed bizarrely, there was no other unusual behavior.

After looking at it for a while, I didn't find anything abnormal, so I stopped observing.

Time passed quietly unconsciously, and the passengers gradually got off the bus on the way.

When he arrived at the barren mountain road, there were only 3 people left in the car, namely the driver, Yang Lingfeng, and the weird man beside him.

As soon as the car arrived, the man in the cloak quickly got out of the car.

Yang Lingfeng took the suitcase and then got out of the car.

As soon as I got off the bus, I saw a row of low tiled houses on the other side of the road, and the side of the road was covered with patches of weeds more than one meter high, and a sense of desolation and depression spread in Yang Lingfeng's heart.

Turning to look around, he found that the strange man in the cloak who had just gotten out of the car before him was gone.

At this time, I also saw a roadside sign next to the platform, which said three large characters Barren Mountain Road, pointing to the alleyway between two low tiled houses across the road.

It's remote enough, what kind of work is it?

Yang Lingfeng couldn't help but have some doubts.

However, Yang Lingfeng is not afraid, after all, the artist is bold, and ordinary people still can't help him.

It was very troublesome to drag the suitcase, and Yang Lingfeng wanted to put the suitcase first.

Where to put it?

Suddenly, I saw the grass on the side of the road more than one meter high, and I couldn't help but feel happy.

With that, Yang Lingfeng bypassed the platform, came to the back of the platform, put down the suitcase, and hid it among the weeds.

When he was done, he walked across the road.

The alley is wide, about five meters wide, enough for two cars walking side by side.

Fifty meters later, he walked out of the alley.

Inside the alley is a more spacious bluestone pavement, and Yang Lingfeng estimates that it is at least about ten meters.

On both sides of the bluestone road, there are two or three floors of blue brick houses.

The pedestrians on the road were in stark contrast to what they had seen on the road before.

Yang Lingfeng felt as if he had walked into an ancient city, but the pedestrians were wearing modern clothes, which contrasted with the ancient houses on the street, but it had a unique charm.

At the entrance of the alley just now, I saw that the number of the house was number one, and when I went inside, the number increased one by one.

No. 188, which should be on the far side of Bluestone Road.

The more he walked inside, there were fewer and fewer people, and there was almost no one behind, at this time, Yang Lingfeng suddenly saw and found a lonely figure, wearing a black cloak and carrying a black bag in his hand.

"It's the guy just now." Yang Lingfeng said secretly in his heart.

He had not gone far before he turned and entered a room.

Yang Lingfeng looked at the house numbers on both sides, and at this time it was already No. 140, and it should not be far from No. 188.

The closer you get to your destination, the more excited you get.

He couldn't help but quicken his pace.

……

When he arrived, Yang Lingfeng turned sideways and saw the number 188.

Through the mottled painted pillars in front of the house, it can be seen that the house should have experienced many years of wind and rain.

When I looked up, I found a huge plaque hanging on the roof, on which were engraved with several large characters Barren Mountain Funeral Home.

Funeral parlor?

Something is wrong, how can it be a funeral home?

Yang Lingfeng came to the funeral parlor and looked at the house numbers, the house numbers of the small buildings on both sides were No. 187 and No. 189 respectively.

It seems that this is indeed the destination.

Is this a corpse bearer?

But the salary cap isn't that high, right?

Could it be that you have been deceived?

Suddenly, there were many thoughts.

Forget it, since you're here, it's useless to think about it so much, just go in and take a look.

Then Yang Lingfeng stepped into the funeral home.

Inside the gate is a small mansion.

In the middle of it was a huge old tree, under which was an iron chain, and on the other end of the chain was a big black-haired dog.

It was noon, and it seemed to be really too hot, and it paused in the shade of the trees, but it kept panting.

As soon as Yang Lingfeng stepped into the courtyard, he saw the big black dog's ears trembling slightly, as if he heard Yang Lingfeng's footsteps, and then opened his eyes quietly, and his dark eyes kept rolling, as if he was examining himself.

Through those smart eyes, I vaguely feel that it is not a dog but a person, with a lot of wisdom.

After a while, perhaps sensing that the visitor was not dangerous, it opened its mouth, roared twice, closed its eyes again, and fell asleep.

"Who!" The next moment, I saw a gray-haired old man come out of the hut opposite the house.

He was dressed in a cyan robe, his left arm was wrapped in a thick bandage and hung from his arm through a long white bandage, and the other long sleeve was empty, as if there was nothing inside.

When the old man saw the handsome young man in front of him, he was a little puzzled, and asked, "Is there something wrong?" ”

But on second thought, what else can you do when you come to the funeral home except for funerals.

Before Yang Lingfeng could answer, the old man immediately put on a flattering smile and continued: "The barren mountain funeral home is a big reward for the first anniversary of its opening, and all funeral things such as condolences, burials, spirit cards, wreaths, cremation, etc., do not need three or four thousand, nor one or two thousand, as long as 998!" Just 998! As long as 998, take it home with peace of mind! It's really only 998! Three-guarantee service, quality assurance...... What business does the little brother want to handle? ”

When Yang Lingfeng heard this, his forehead was covered with black lines, okay, he came to promote such an obscure thing. What a thing?

After a while, Yang Lingfeng sorted out his emotions and said seriously: "I don't handle business, do you recruit people?" I'm here to apply. ”

“？”

"Isn't it a customer coming to the door?" The old man muttered under his breath.

I saw that the old man's bark face, which was originally smiling like a chrysanthemum, was expressionless for a moment: "I'm sorry, I'm not recruiting people for the time being." , the disappointment on his face can be faintly seen.

"I came all the way here, but I didn't recruit anyone, is this deliberately tricking me?"

"Little brother, the funeral parlor's business has been bleak recently, and I already have a guy in the store, so I don't need so many people for the time being."

"Then what are you still recruiting on 38.com? Fooling people for fun? Yang Lingfeng said with some anger.

"What, you saw the job posting on 38.com?"

"That's right."

"Come, come, say." The old man smiled again.