Bai Changsheng jumped up with a snort, could it be that the old ghost came after him?

Then his jaw began to tremble, and after a few deep breaths, he began to feel a wave of anger erupt from his heart.

Fear, accompanied by anger.

Bai Changsheng picked up the wooden stick and looked at it, and felt a feeling of sympathy:

I've been calling you a lot these days, and it looks like I'll have to prepare a machete in the future.

Striding forward, gasping for breath, Bai Changsheng violently pushed the door open.

"Either you die, or I live!"

shouted outside, Bai Changsheng also gave himself courage.

Then he used all his strength to lift the wooden stick, thinking that as long as this old ghost dared to move, he would definitely make his soul fly away with a stick!

However, I didn't see the old ghost who was asking for his life, only a very elegant man, whose body was weak and not frightened, and at this moment he fell to the ground and looked at himself in horror, as if he was frightened.

"You know everything?"

This sentence let Bai Changsheng know that this was a living person.

The tone trembled, how could there be such a cowardly ghost in the world.

Bai Changsheng looked left and right again, and made sure that the surroundings were no different, so he put down the wooden stick with his hands and feet.

But I'm still very angry at this person's actions, why did you come in the middle of the night?

I know everything?

"What do I know?"

Bai Changsheng frowned, and said with displeasure, the man was still shocked, and said in a trembling voice:

"My brother's business... You don't know? ”

"Who are you, are you okay? Knocking on the door of the coffin shop in the middle of the night? Looking for death? ”

When the man saw Bai Changsheng's attitude, he seemed to know something in his heart, so he sighed, and stood up from the ground with a strong mind:

"I said shopkeeper, what are you dead or alive? I don't come here to buy a longevity, as for it? ”

Bai Changsheng was also speechless for a while, what do you want to say about this?

Go to the scene of the crime and be haunted by old ghosts? Scary or scare yourself? He shook his head violently, calming the anger in his heart.

Door-to-door is a guest, do not be dismissive of words and deeds, neglect the number of courtesies.

Open the door of the coffin shop, Bai Changsheng waited for the person to come in.

The man was also frightened, and tiptoed into the coffin shop, in the end it was still a misunderstanding, both of them had ghosts in their hearts, so there was no special communication.

"What's the matter with the guests?"

Bai Changsheng sat on the chair and said in a flat tone.

I'm not in a good mood, so I don't have the leisure to talk about festivals and condolences.

"The sooner the better."

Why is it that the coffin has to be ordered as soon as possible in the past few days?

Rushing to reincarnate?

Bai Changsheng was a little bored, but he didn't show it.

Just took out a piece of longevity paper, a pen, and handed it over:

"Write the name of the deceased, as well as the name of the bitter master who ordered the longevity material, and write any special requirements, the gilt or solid wood, the thin skin or the nanmu, the fire prevention and theft prevention plus three taels, the longevity material will come to the door on the red envelope two hanging money, and ah, remember not to return or exchange, no one uses second-hand this thing."

This is also a suspicion of sky-high asking prices.

The man took the pen and paper, and his expression was bitter and seemed to be very sad.

This is also the norm, and if you order a coffin, you will be evil if you laugh.

After a few hurried strokes, the man finished writing and returned the birthday paper.

Bai Changsheng took it and looked at it, and suddenly the pen fell to the ground in shock.

On that birthday paper, there are only two words:

Civilian!

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Outside the Dongzhi Gate, the ghost cries the grave.

The paper-legged old man had returned to his little hut.

There were still eighteen paper figures sitting around him, and the old man seemed to be in a good mood, and he was not as decadent as a few days ago.

"It seems that he really has to be, that person's child will be extraordinary in the future, and if I have the inheritance of my life-breaking master, I will definitely be able to leave an incense."

The old man changed the conversation and said to himself:

"It's not good, this hairy boy doesn't seem to have learned his father's tricks, and the whole thing is out of stock, we have to help him, save yourself from trouble and become that dead paper man."

After the old man finished speaking, he took out a blank piece of paper from his waist, read the words, and bit his fingertips to coagulate the blood into a book, and wrote a page.

Then he stuck it on the chest of a paper man, patted the paper man on the shoulder, and said like a friend:

"I also let you meet my prospective apprentice today, and I will help you a lot in the future, so I have to trouble you to send this piece of paper to him first, don't delay."

As soon as he finished speaking, the paper man actually moved!

This time I saw it really, the paper man was pasted with letterhead, and twisted his body directly from the side of the bed, very stiff, and his movements were not very smooth, but he still seemed to uphold his will, turned around and walked out of the door.

And the rest of the paper figures remained motionless, staring at the old man.

The candlelight was unstable, and the old man seemed to be smiling and sorrowful between the light and the extinction.

The paper man carrying the letter paper came out of the house, and the white moonlight reflected on him.

I couldn't see the appearance clearly, but I saw that it was independent in the wind, stabilizing its body, and its toes were strong.

Dengdenden!

It turned out that he was gathering strength and was ready to go, and this paper man worked hard! It can be seen that he was a good hand before he was born, and after a little quenching, his body is like the wind and fast as lightning.

There is no longer the previous decadent and stiff feeling, cut through the night wind, and go straight to Dongzhimen!

Before the old man could sit down, he felt a yin wind slowly coming from under his feet.

"Oh no, the hour is coming, huh!"

With a low roar, the old man sensed a hint of danger, and immediately showed the bone knife from his hand, which stabbed straight into his empty trouser tubes.

There was a stir, and the legs made of paper were pierced, and thick blood flowed from them.

"Hmm..."

The old man was in severe pain, faint sweat stains oozed from his forehead, and his withered hands held the paper legs tightly, and the situation was urgent.

However, it was very strange, the bone knife pierced, and the dirty blood flowing from the paper leg slowly became scarce, and the old man's expression showed a hint of relaxation.

The blood was on the ground, like sulfur and acid, and there was a prickly thorn, which burned a few potholes on the floor tiles of the hut, and it smelled extremely fishy.

Outsiders didn't know why, and the old man sighed, and was about to say something, but suddenly tightened his voice again, and looked at the closed door with a deep frown.

The old man only felt that the wind was suddenly blowing in the house, and the green candlelight began to sway, and the fourteen paper figures that were still in the house turned around!

The place that wasn't very spacious was very crowded, and the evil atmosphere squeezed people's nerves.

The situation seems to be very evil, the old man pointed with his hand, the fingertip just dripping blood has not healed, and now the force is excessive, and the fingertip is congealed with blood beads again.

It flew out directly, scattered and dotted on the other paper figurines.

And the seventeen paper figures were set into soldiers and moved one after another!

His pale face was covered with a hideous look, and he walked in unison, looking at the door viciously, and his body exuded a stream of evil energy.

With such forcible force, the old man's face turned pale in an instant, and he stumbled a few steps but did not dare to slack off, and a few strands of fishy black blood once again appeared in his paper legs.

The old man raised the bone knife and stretched it across his chest, very vigilant, and then a tiger came out of the mountain and pounced on the door!

Outside the house, a low and indifferent voice came:

"Old immortal, it seems that your time is up, do you want me to help you?"

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