Bai Changsheng didn't hear what this person said, but when he saw that this person was also surnamed Wen, he thought that it might be Wen Yan's relative.

The man paid a deposit of one or two pieces of silver and left.

Bai Changsheng accepted the money and watched the man leave, without saying any goodbye, which was also to avoid those ominous words.

Bai Changsheng was once young and ignorant, and before a guest left, he said goodbye, and the person turned around and slapped him, but his father did not stop him, but just said that he deserved it, and he should remember these forbidden words and deeds in the future.

Bai Changsheng has always remembered this slap.

After the man left, thinking about what happened yesterday and today, Bai Changsheng felt a little more and more uneasy, he opened today, and he didn't notice any rumors in the market.

That Chen Mingshi is dead, although there may still be people who don't know, but such a famous businessman disappeared for no reason, why didn't even a little rumor come out?

I put down what I was doing first, and I didn't rush to make the coffin.

Bai Changsheng came to the door of the Chen Mansion with doubts.

The cars and horses are noisy, the market is prosperous, and it is a prosperous scene of everyone's courtyard.

Without the slightest panic, the doorman greeted the guests and the good horse was saddled.

Bai Changsheng took a breath, this is too strange, although the night is not long, but Chen Mingshi does everything himself, and everyone in the capital knows it.

Every morning, I have to look at the account books in person, and now it disappears, but the people in the house are not panicking, which is not common sense.

"Is Master Chen at home? I... I'm from Kidnapping Alley... Bai Changsheng, there is something I want to ask Master Chen. ”

Having learned the lesson of the last time, Bai Changsheng did not report his family's industry, that is, he came to find something.

That doorman didn't see Bai Changsheng last time and closed the door to send off guests, and this time it wasn't too bad:

"I'm not here, my lord went out to Beijing to play, so many things came to block the door early in the morning."

didn't give "knock money", naturally the tone was not good, Bai Changsheng also knew the rules of these courtyards, and he didn't care.

I also know that Chen Mingshi is not in the mansion, if he is there, it will be hell.

But...

Traveling to Beijing?

This may be the Chen Mansion's rhetoric, finding that the master was not there, he blocked the news and sent someone to look for it himself, Bai Changsheng thought so, so he went back.

On the way back, I took it to inquire where Ji Li's house was, but the mansion of Zhishu Dali was still very polite, informing him that Ji Li was at home, and he was frightened by the wind and cold, and was resting in bed, so it was inconvenient to meet guests.

Bai Changsheng has no interest in Ji Li, it's good to know that he is at home, he is alive and not scared to death, it seems that this secret is not only known to him now.

After returning to the coffin shop and preparing the longevity materials, Bai Changsheng was in a happy mood, and the matter was over.

After tossing for a day, it was not until the evening that Bai Changsheng prepared the materials for the coffin, carved the coffin with wedges, and painted talismans to burn incense.

This coffin can't be nailed, otherwise it will be a big murderer, and only those who die in vain can do so.

Don't look at the craftsmanship of a few boards, this is a secret craft, and it is impossible to achieve anything in ten or eight years.

Just as he was getting ready, he suddenly heard a sound outside the door, like a crow crowing.

It's fine if it's all right for a while, but it keeps yelling. Bai Changsheng was distraught, put down the tools in his hand, and went out to see.

This look frightened Bai Changsheng:

Outside the door, there were more than 100 crows, lying at the door, and in the middle of the crows, there were three paper people!

Boom, Bai Changsheng's heart was beating violently, this scene was really scary, so he quickly turned around and went into the house and lowered the door curtain, and used his body to resist it.

Why are the crows crying at night, and they still have three paper people?

Look at the appearance of the paper man, the hair is dancing and scattered, vivid.

It's clearly the same craftsmanship as the paper man who fell in front of his door that day!

"It's endless, but I'm going to do it? Did you provoke you? ”

Bai Changsheng said in a trembling voice, turned around and quietly sneaked through the door curtain to look out, and this look was even more frightened:

Those three paper people, who I actually know, are made according to the appearance of Chen Mingshi! Even the clothes are exactly the same!

This is going to be my life, I thought it had nothing to do with me, but now that such a paper figure is at the door, how can Bai Changsheng not be afraid?

In case someone finds out, the murder of Master Chen will be linked to himself.

Thinking of the important place, Bai Changsheng didn't dare to delay, and quickly raised the door curtain again, picked up the handy wooden stick and rushed out:

Looking left and right, the street was silent, and in the middle of the night, fortunately no one came out for a walk in the middle of the night.

With anger in his heart and evil fire pressing his heart, Bai Changsheng took a wooden stick and began to drive away those crows, thinking about quickly getting the paper man into the house.

After a while, the crows were frightened and flew into the air, and more than a hundred or so shaded the moonlight, which was very spectacular and very weird.

However, Bai Changsheng didn't bother to pay attention to it, and hurriedly carried the paper figure into the coffin shop.

Closing the door again, Bai Changsheng breathed a sigh of relief and turned around to look at the three paper figures.

One is the appearance of Chen Mingshi, and the other two are made according to whom?

A woman with high hair and a ringing bell.

A stubble with a stubble face, strong arms, and a big man.

"One less, like, isn't it four?"

Bai Changsheng muttered to himself, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he wanted to slap himself in the mouth:

Is this thing too little?

I couldn't see or recognize them, but I hid the three paper figures in the half of the coffin in the shop, and put them together crookedly.

However, these three paper figures were very heavy, and they should have been shaped by straw fragments, and Bai Changsheng didn't notice the urgency of the situation.

The heart says that this must not be seen by outsiders!

But instead of burning the paper figures to destroy the evidence now, it is a great bad luck to give gifts to the dead in the middle of the night without any reason.

When everything is finished, Bai Changsheng's heart that he has just put down in the past few days hangs again, the old father once said that the soul of the dead will not be separated, and it will be pinned on others, if not, it will haunt the whole life.

Could it be that you are entangled with me?

Bai Changsheng's spine was cold.

"That's it, go to the ghost crying grave for a while, burn some paper for them, and save these lonely ghosts from coming to toss me if they have nothing to do."

Bai Changsheng couldn't think of a good way, so he prepared paper money, incense and candles, and went to the ghost crying grave.

One night, the stars panicked, Bai Changsheng trembled, and was a little afraid, but he still mustered up the courage to go to the ghost crying grave.

But as soon as I arrived at the Ghost Crying Grave, it was the night wind howling, the bright moon and the stars were sparse, and the Ghost Crying Grave was empty, how could there be dead bodies lying down?

Bai Changsheng gasped and searched left and right, but he didn't find the four corpses that day.

What about people?

Bai Changsheng felt that this matter was too strange, could it be that someone from the Chen Mansion knew the inside story and hid it?

I couldn't figure it out, so I could only rely on my memory to put the paper money and incense candle on the ground, light it and burn it.

"Master Chen, and that girl, and that buddy like a cow ghost and snake god, and... Who, I don't know, anyway, don't look for me, there is a debtor, I didn't harm you. ”

While burning, Bai Changsheng chattered while chattering.

The candlelight lit up a piece of wasteland, and the mass graves stood sideways, this place was really evil, and it made people stand cold.

Bai Changsheng hurriedly finished worshipping, and then thought about going back quickly.

But as soon as I turned around, I heard someone talking to me!

"Hey, boy, come up and sit down for a while?"

On a willow tree, you can't see the year, but you can see that it is a century-old tree by looking at the thickness of the trunk.

And on the trunk of the tree, there was an old man, with a sheep's beard and eyebrows, and his skin was loose.

The cloudy eyes couldn't see clearly in the night light, but the dark laughter, accompanied by the night wind, scratched the heart.

And the old man, below the knee, was a pair of legs made of paper...

"Oh my God!"

After Bai Changsheng saw this old man, the blood in his whole body seemed to stop, and he poured it out in an instant, his head roared, and he ran away, rolling and crawling.

And the old man didn't chase after him, just looked at his back and sneered.

···

Running wildly all the way, even crying and howling, Bai Changsheng returned to the coffin shop, until he closed the curtain of the shop tightly, and knelt down in front of his father's spirit card, Bai Changsheng was still afraid for a while.

In the end, it still attracted one...

His heart was pounding, and Bai Changsheng was wet with cold sweat.

I was about to complain to my father's spirit card, but I heard someone knocking on the door!

Knock knock!