Back in Binhai, Ling Tian's mind was still a mess, but he didn't have time to think.

Because there was another customer in the store, a customer he couldn't laugh or cry about.

"Auntie, just spare me, I'm just deceiving people to eat."

The young woman sitting opposite Ling Tian was his sister-in-law, Ling Tongyu.

Although it's not pro, it's definitely someone who can be regarded as exterminating.

At this time, I don't know where I knew that Ling Tian was opening a store, and he insisted on taking care of the business.

Facing Ling Tongyu, who was insistent, Ling Tian looked bitter: "Auntie, I really don't have to take care of this business." ”

"Nope." Ling Tongyu said categorically: "Xiaowei, I have taken care of their business, and they are also nephews, so I can't favor one over the other." ”

"They're catering, can it be the same?" Ling Tian wanted to cry without tears, and suddenly seemed to think of something, stared at Ling Tongyu and said, "Auntie, you won't be that weird ......." ”

Rao is Ling Tian shut up in time, and a trace of murderous aura still flashed in Ling Tongyu's eyes: "What did you say?" ”

"Nothing, nothing."

Ling Tian secretly complained in his heart, the shadow created by Ling Tongyu when he was a child had not yet dissipated.

Ling Tongyu, who has been like a tomboy since he was a child, has a quirk, that is, he is very curious about demons and monsters.

Even to the point of jaw-dropping, can you imagine a teenage girl running to a grave mountain to stay for a night? Can you imagine a teenage girl crouching next to a dead body for the family to get up and talk to her?

It was with such a fierce move that Ling Tongyu established absolute prestige among the next generation of the Ling family, and no one dared to challenge it.

Now it's not so much about taking care of business as it's about quirky flare-ups.

Ling Tian was still thinking about the past, Ling Tongyu had already slapped a thousand pieces on the table and quickly turned the roulette wheel.

In her excited gaze, the roulette wheel slowly stopped, and the sound of the system also interrupted Ling Tian's words that he wanted to dissuade.

I saw Ling Tongyu standing in front of the roulette wheel and whispered: "Paper Man (Old Town Funeral Street): The Holy Hand King is a generation of everyone, when he died, the paper man he made was deeply missed by him, and whenever night fell, he would return to his shop to help...... This is good, this is good, Xiaotian, what to do next? ”

Ling Tian looked at the system speechlessly.

'Ding'

Horror Tourism System: Only fear can make people awe.

Mission: Paper Man

Reward: Random

Notes: The grateful paper people can't forget the father who made them, the Holy Hand King, and even though the Holy Hand King is dead, they still take care of his business.

"Is this a ghost?" Ling Tian muttered to himself in a low voice, apologized, and ran to the bathroom to use He Yao's ballpoint pen.

The appearance of the black card also made him breathe a sigh of relief.

At the last minute at two o'clock in the morning, the Holy Hand King's shop reopened. Taboo: Never speak ill of the Holy Hand King. ’

It seemed to be a very safe project, although he was still entangled in the question of whether the paper figure was a ghost or not, he still went out and told Ling Tongyu about the card and precautions.

Ling Tongyu's face turned red, and the whole person was so excited that he almost jumped up.

Almost grabbed the card, glanced at it casually, and said with a glow in his eyes: "Xiaotian, who is the Holy Hand King, what will happen if I say bad things about him?" ”

"Don't." Ling Tian's sweat came down, he only thought about the safety of the project, but ignored Ling Tongyu, who could be called a nuclear bomb, and hurriedly remedied: "Auntie, don't say bad things about the Holy Hand King, it's best not to think about it." ”

"Xiaotian is not honest, didn't you say that it was all a lie, don't worry, I won't say it, then I'll set off now."

"Auntie, it's only afternoon."

"Don't step on the terrain, tell you, don't follow me."

Watching Ling Tongyu walk away, the more Ling Tian thought about it, the more uneasy he became, but the agreement had been reached, although he didn't say that there would be any consequences if he didn't finish it, he didn't dare to try it easily, especially let his aunt try.

I could only send a few text messages, begging my aunt not to speak ill of the Holy Hand King. After receiving Ling Tongyu's repeated assurances, he was still not at ease, and began to inquire about the information about the Holy Hand King.

The Holy Hand King was the best funeral craftsman of the year, the paper figures made, the paper cars were lifelike, and he was also the first person to open a shop in the funeral street, but it was not called a funeral street at that time.

And after he opened the shop, slowly others opened shops on the street in order to use his fame, and gradually formed a scale, and later simply changed its name to a funeral street.

It's just that too much time has passed, and there is really not much information except for some unobtrusive rumors.

It was a post that made Ling Tian a little more vigilant.

It is rumored that 30 years ago, the Holy Hand King died suddenly in the store after making a batch of paper figures, and the blood sprayed on the paper figures dripped on the bodies, and those paper figures became spiritual.

Because the Holy Hand King died in the middle of the night, no one found out at that time, but the people who lived in the funeral street heard the sound of the funeral that night.

Late at night, when the funeral was unlucky, some curious people peeked through the crack in the door and were almost scared to death.

Outside, it turned out to be a group of paper people performing the funeral for the Holy Hand King.

The next day, the body of the Holy Hand King was found in the store, and although there was no funeral, everyone was surprised to find it.

The Holy Hand King had already put on his longevity clothes, and his clothes were neatly kept, and the streets were full of spilled paper money, and even the cemetery set by the Holy Hand King before his death had burned incense wax paper candles.

After reading the post, Ling Tian suddenly remembered what Tang Fei said, that group of people were creating ghosts and other aliens.

"Could it be that there are other existences besides ghosts, is this paper man possessed by the Holy Hand King, or is it really a paper man."

Talking to himself, he couldn't help but feel a little curious, he had never seen anything other than ghosts.

The time soon came to night, and Ling Tian began to send messages to Ling Tongyu constantly, there was no way, he was really worried in his heart.

didn't expect that his actions would be counterproductive, and Ling Tongyu, who was so annoyed, simply turned off the phone.

Ling Tian was speechless for a while, fortunately, the information and precautions about the Holy Hand King had been sent countless times, and now he only hoped that his aunt would not cramp and increase the difficulty by herself.

At 12 o'clock in the evening, Ling Tian couldn't wait to use the Spiritual Eye, but he didn't expect Ling Tongyu to be even more impatient, at this time he was already sitting under the archway of the funeral street, eating barbecue alone.

After waiting for a while, there was also a delivery boy, who delivered half a case of beer like a thief, and then ran away quickly.

Sure enough, it's still the tough aunt I know.

Full of wine and food, the time was only one o'clock in the morning, Ling Tongyu, who was a little flushed on the face, bored and walked around the funeral street, modelling the wreath of the house for a while, touching the coffin of the house for a while, and having fun.

Ling Tian was really curious about how his aunt had survived to this day.