In the middle of the night, under the wall, Shen Shuyi hid in a large basket made of bamboo.

The time in the mirror realm is uncertain, often the same place can be two seasons in the morning and evening, if it is spring and autumn, if it is winter and summer, it can be described as two heavens of ice and fire.

During the day, he felt only cool when he followed the ghost of Wu Lingyu around the city, but now, it was estimated that it was the coldest time in Layuetian, and he was only wearing a thin single coat, shivering from the cold.

But this tremor has to be endured, there is a group of people sitting in the small courtyard in front of him, although they are not tall and big, but the momentum is very strong, if it is discovered, the end is not too good.

As for how to huddle in the basket in the middle of the night, this is a long story.

Shen Lingxi's ancestral hall was actually only one hut that could be opened, and after reading the letter, he searched inside and out but didn't find anything valuable, so he planned to leave the ancestral hall and go to the street, but when he came out, he found that the outside was turned upside down.

This change may have occurred from the moment he stepped into the outer courtyard wall of the ancestral hall, not only did his family's ancestral hall become what it was more than three hundred years ago, but the entire scene in the mirror realm also returned to that time.

Three hundred years ago, he didn't know much about the Wanli years of the reign of Mingshenzong, but he only remembered that this emperor had not been in the early dynasty for a long time, and as a result, there were not enough officials in the court, which was extremely absurd. The Ming Dynasty began to decline from him, and was destroyed by Huang Taiji within a hundred years.

What was Quyun like at that time? In normal times, he really couldn't imagine it for a while, thinking that this was an opportunity to meet, but it turned out to be an old trick, except for a straight alleyway outside the door, the surrounding area was covered in white mist.

However, the rumor that the Shen family only has one ancestral hall in Shen Lingxi's generation seems to be true.

He walked down the only way, rowing for a while in the middle, and at the end he couldn't remember where he went, only that it was in the south of Quyun, that is, the Gu family.

But when I got to the place, it was not the Gu family, the shop on the second floor, and there was a plaque hanging on the door, "Xin Niang coffin shop".

Shen Shuyi said "hey", just when there was no one inside, he raised his feet and went in, there were four black coffins in the room, he had dabbled in these things used by dead people since he was a child, and he touched it casually, and he knew it in his heart.

Keep walking in, to the back room of the shop, sure enough, there is a door, push the door out is a small courtyard, the courtyard is also full of large and small coffins.

The water town is rainy, so the coffins are neatly placed on wooden shelves, some of which are three stories high, with wooden frames on them, and they can be directly put on rainproof tarpaulins on rainy days. These are serious 800 good coffins, ordinary people can't afford to live when they die.

There must have been a reason why the Stygian Mirror had brought him to this place, and he was about to take a closer look, when he suddenly remembered the sound of the door opening.

Someone? Shen Shuyi was startled, but reacted very quickly, picked the nearest coffin and hid behind, and secretly looked through the gap in the wooden frame.

The person who came was indeed a "person", a woman in purple in her thirties, holding a bucket of paint oil and a brush for maintaining the coffin, and after entering the hospital, she began to brush from the coffin opposite him.

The Stygian Mirror can indeed construct "people", but he also knows that they only appear as memory carriers, and they have no meaning in themselves.

The woman took such meticulous care of these coffins, she must have been the owner of the shop, "Xin Niang".