Feng Yang's neck twitched, and he was taken aback by this white-faced man who came to the door in the middle of the night.

"Who are you? Are you a human or a ghost? ”

Feng Yang was holding back to find a ghost to activate the e-book, and there was such a person who sent it to the door.

"I'm sorry, I saw that the lights were on in your store, so I came over to take a look and wanted to buy something!"

The white-faced man also seemed to realize that his actions just now had scared the people in the store.

Feng Yang suddenly felt a little embarrassed, he was also the owner of a paper shop, guarding so many papier-mâché underworld tributes, he could actually be scared by the living.

Feng Yang looked back at Mu Xiaowan, who covered her mouth and smiled.

Feng Yang was even more annoyed, embarrassed in front of the female ghost.

"What do you want to buy at this late hour?"

After all, it is a paper business, the needs of the dead, regardless of the time and place, finally a guest sent to the door, Feng Yang hurriedly opened the door and beckoned the white-faced man to come in.

"I want to buy a coffin!"

"What?"

Feng Yang was stunned for a moment.

The place where Feng Yang opened a shop, although it is a little far from the city center, whether it is the city or the suburbs, has long been promoted cremation, how can a master who wants to buy a coffin suddenly appear at this time.

"For whom?"

"For my father!"

"Your father died?"

"Not yet!"

Feng Yang's scalp tingled for a while, and he glared at the other party angrily, "If you are buying something, I can give it to you, if you are here to joke with me, I'm sorry, the young master is very busy now, I don't care about playing with you!" ”

Feng Yang stepped forward to push this guy out.

The white-faced man hurriedly apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't make it clear!" ”

"You say!"

Feng Yang was stunned for a moment and said.

This white-faced man's name is Yang Baishun, and his father is hospitalized in the city, but he is about to die when he sees his father.

The old man had only one thought, that is, he wanted to be buried in the cemetery of his ancestral home.

In order to fulfill his father's last wish, Yang Baishun deliberately came out of the hospital and looked around for a funeral supplies store where he could buy a coffin.

"I've traveled all over the city, and I'm about to go around the suburbs, if you have a coffin, sell me the trouble!"

Feng Yang nodded, he didn't expect that this man, who looked a little empty, was still a filial son.

"Okay, I really have a coffin in this paper shop!"

"Come with me!"

Walking through the crowded pile of paper, Feng Yang moved the boys and girls in the corner of the paper shop, as well as the mourning sticks, paper-paste refrigerators and computers, from the coffin lid to the side.

"This is a good cypress coffin, a fixed price, 20,000 yuan, if you think it is appropriate, you can arrange someone to send it to you now!"

"Twenty thousand!"

Yang Baishun's face was entangled.

"What? Can't afford it? ”

Feng Yang was just about to blast this guy away, but Mu Xiaowan, who had been silent on the side, suddenly leaned into Feng Yang's ear and muttered a few words in a low voice.

This Yang Baishun in front of him couldn't see Mu Xiaowan's existence.

But Mu Xiaowan told herself that this Yang Baishun was contaminated with a very heavy ghostly spirit.

Mu Xiaowan suspects that this man's father is very likely to be possessed by a ghost, if so, catching a ghost from this Yang Baishun's father can also open the e-book.

Feng Yang's face changed and changed before he asked again.

"Yang Baishun, right, listening to what you just said, I think you are also a filial son, so, I have this coffin, how much can you pay?"

"Can you really sell it to me? How much money is it? ”

Feng Yang's face darkened, "You can sell it to you for whatever it is, but after you buy the coffin with the money, you have to promise me a condition!" ”

"No problem, I'll agree to anything!"

Yang Baishun didn't think that Feng Yang would have any conditions at all, this time his father was sick, and he had already exhausted the family and owed a lot of foreign debts.

Therefore, Yang Baishun was not worried about the possibility that Feng Yang would worry about his family's money at all.

The other party agreed so neatly, which made Feng Yang suspicious.

"You don't have no money now, do you?"

Yang Baishun looked embarrassed, "It's really not much, only more than two thousand, okay?" ”

Feng Yang glanced back at Mu Xiaowan, in order to open the e-book, in order to catch the first ghost, he nodded very painfully, "Okay, then give me two thousand." ”

"Really?"

Yang Baishun's eyes widened instantly, "Boss, your coffin won't be fake, right?" ”

Hearing Yang Baishun's questioning, Feng Yang was also angry, "Fart, is there a fake coffin in your house?" This coffin, even the cost is more than 10,000 yuan, Lao Tzu takes care of you kindly, if you don't want it, get out of here! ”

Two thousand yuan out of a cypress coffin, even if the material is not the best, Feng Yang also feels that this time the loss is big.

On the other side, Yang Baishun was good, not only did he appreciate it, but he actually began to question that his things were fake and shoddy products.

Seeing the anger on Feng Yang's face, Yang Baishun hurriedly apologized again, "Boss, I didn't mean to suspect that the things in your store were fake, but an ordinary coffin would cost thousands!" Can you sell it to me for 2,000 dollars? ”

"Condition, I'm conditional, didn't you hear it just now?"

Feng Yang was a little helpless.

Yang Baishun lowered his head and looked at his miscellaneous brand clothes, as well as the pair of imitation leather style old cloth shoes under his feet, no matter how he looked at it, he didn't look like a master who could squeeze out 20,000 yuan.

Yang Baishun cried with a sad face, "Boss, just say it directly, what conditions do you want to make, as long as you don't let me be a young master and don't open the back door for me, I will accept everything else!" ”

"Poof!"

Mu Xiaowan, who was standing on the side, couldn't help laughing.

Fortunately, Yang Baishun couldn't hear Mu Xiaowan's movements.

Feng Yang's face was also pale, and he couldn't help but snort when he cried and laughed, "You really think too much, I don't have that habit, master." Besides, even if I send you to be a young master, you have to be able to bear it with your body?

Alright, my condition is not a big deal for you, take us to meet your father! ”

"See my father?"

Yang Baishun's face suddenly changed, "You guys? Is there anyone else here? ”

Yang Baishun was looking around in a panic, and he didn't feel that there was anything wrong here at first, but as soon as Feng Yang said this, the atmosphere in the paper shop, in Yang Baishun's opinion, suddenly became terrifying.

Hanging shrouds, rows of paper-paste refrigerators, buildings, and paper-tied items that were originally bright in color reflected the faint cold light under the not too bright light.

Especially next to the coffin, more than a dozen pairs of golden boys and girls, all of whom are equipped with heads, stand side by side in the shadows on both sides of the coffin, which makes people's scalp tingle.

Yang Baishun was chilled, and couldn't help but shudder, and his mouth became stumbling when he spoke, "Old, boss, you, you can't do it in the store, there won't be a ghost, right?" ”

How could Feng Yang admit that there was a beautiful female ghost by his side?

couldn't help but snort, "It's not that there is a ghost in my store, it's your father who provoked the ghost, why don't you hurry up and take us to see your father?" ”