After getting the coffin maker, I took Zhao Xiaoqian and left this weird coffin shop. I wanted to lose this store, but I was afraid of getting into the game, so I had to give up in the end.

After getting in the car, Zhao Xiaoqian wanted to go back to the Zhao family manor directly, but I stopped her.

"Don't go back yet."

"So where are we going now?"

Zhao Xiaoqian turned her head to look at me and asked.

"Let's go to No. 36 East Street in the county seat first."

Next, Zhao Xiaoqian didn't say anything, just started the car and ran towards the location I said.

After a while, we came to East Street.

However, because this place is relatively narrow, cars can't pass, so I had to go down with Zhao Xiaoqian.

After walking for about a few hundred meters, I arrived at a house, I looked up at the door number, it was the familiar No. 36 East Street, where Ma Sanye once lived, and where I grew up.

Before I knew it, I was caught up in infinite reminiscences.

When I think of the first day I came here, I was so shy, but with longing.

I remembered the hardships of learning art from the third master again. Whenever I make a mistake, the third master will scold me sharply, and sometimes even move a stick.

.......

Scene after scene of life flashed in my mind like a movie.

Then I remembered that after the third master was no longer alive, my heart felt as if it had been cut by thousands of knives, and I couldn't help it for a while, and I actually fell two lines of tears. My mouth was wide open, but I couldn't cry.

Zhao Xiaoqian, who was on the side, saw me so sad for the first time, she couldn't help frowning, and after being stunned for a while, she took out a few tissues from her bag and wiped them for me.

"Thank you."

After thanking me, I endured the heartache, took out the key to open the door, and took Zhao Xiaoqian into the house.

"This is my teacher's former home, and it's where I lived for nine years."

While looking around at the furnishings, he said to Zhao Xiaoqian.

"It's Ma Sanye, right?"

I nodded.

"When you go back to your hometown, you do think of a lot of beautiful things."

Zhao Xiaoqian nodded and said.

"So what are we going to do now?"

"Our goal now is to find a way to crack the bloody coffin."

With that, I took the lead in walking into the room where the third master had been.

Looking at the untouched furnishings, I quickly found a yellowed notebook from the third master's drawer, which recorded the third master's various experiences in studying mystics.

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