The city is always lit up at night, every street is so lively, and some streets are even more crowded at night than during the day. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

And even in such a bustling city, there is always one street that is exceptionally quiet and monotonous compared to other places. When the camera pans over, you will find that unlike other places, this street does not have too many neon or advertisements, but more rows of wreaths or paper figures in front of the shops. This may also be the reason for the desolation of this street, after all, the elegant places are called Fushou Street, and to put it bluntly, it is a ghost street.

"Alas! It seems that there is no business today, unlucky! A grumbling voice came from a storefront. As the latter figure walked out of the storefront covered with wreaths of yellow paper and various paper figures, the person who came out looked not very old, that is, twenty-five or sixteen, with good facial features, but his hair was a little scattered, it was hard to imagine that such a young man would come to Fushou Street to open a shop. And look up at the hardwood carved store name "Wanfu".

"Pengzi, why are you starting to complain again, I'll just say how can a young man like you do this kind of shop, at least when others look at it, such a young child knows how to spread the word, it is estimated that he will change his home, how can he go to your store to buy things." This is the store next door also came out of the beginning, about forty years old, with two mustaches on the face of the Chinese character, wearing a set of Tang costumes, and looking at the person he called Xiaopeng with a smile.

The man called Pengzi did not answer, but walked to the chaise longue next to the door of the store and lay down directly. I squinted at the entrance of this street, but I found that the people passing by didn't seem to have any intention of walking in, and even when I walked to the intersection, I would unconsciously speed up my pace, for fear of being entangled by something bad. Raising his hand and looking at his wrist, it was already 11 o'clock in the evening. Looking at the other stores, the appearance of each store is the same, the same deserted, and even the appearance of the shopkeeper is no different, it is a kind of numbness, or helplessness, after all, no one except Bai Xi would think of coming here to shop.

Uncle Fang, don't you still collect the stall? Pengzi looked at the street and asked the man just now.

"Almost, go back early today." The man also looked at the street and replied, then walked into the shop and began to clean up the counter.

Looking at the man next to him walking into the store, Pengzi thought about it and still lay comfortably in the chair. Squint your eyes and take a nap.

"Hey, wake up!" I don't know how long it took for a voice to come.

At this time, Pengzi opened his eyes, sat up from the recliner, then shook his head and wanted to shake off the pajamas in his head, and then looked at the person with sleepy eyes, only to see a middle-aged man about forty years old standing in front of him, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, his hair was naturally combed for four or six points, and there was a Cadillac parked behind him. Pengzi seemed to be a little puzzled, looked at the time, it was more than one o'clock in the evening, and it was strange that there were still people running to Fushou Street at such a late hour, so he asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

The middle-aged man was also stunned by the question, and then said for a moment: "Is this shop still open?" ”

Pengzi looked at the street, all the shops around him had been closed, only his own house was still open because he was asleep, the silent street was a little desolate, and the two people were even more lonely, even a little gloomy. The man seemed to be very uncomfortable with such an environment, and some unnaturally clenched his fists and then released, doing such movements repeatedly.

"Come in first! It's still open! "Anyway, the door-to-door is a class, not to mention that this is my first business! Pengzi thought about it for a moment and immediately introduced the middle-aged man into the store. Then he turned on the power switch and blew out the white candles, so that the room was not particularly dim and slightly bright. The middle-aged man looked around, yellow paper, wreaths, candles and other items were regularly placed in the small storefront, while some relatively occupied places such as paper houses, cars and other large intersecting items were placed on the shelves of one wall, but the small storefront had everything. There are 2 papier-mâché boys at the door, with black and white paint outlined with a wooden bottom frame, which makes its face look gloomy, fortunately there is a boss in the store, otherwise it is estimated that the middle-aged man will not be able to stand, and will go back immediately.

Waiting for it to be cleaned up, it was the owner of the shop, Pengzi, who asked, "What do you need?" When the man heard this, he lowered his head, his brows furrowed, and his face revealed a bitterness, but he did not answer.

"I take the liberty of asking, is there something wrong in the house?" Pengzi asked tentatively, after all, if it was really a man whose family had died, it would be better to let himself ask questions, a little better.

Only then did the man react, looked up at Pengzi, and then replied very sadly: "I'm sorry, I need to purchase some white things, what should I prepare?" “

Taking advantage of the bright lights, Pengzi finally looked at the man more, still dressed as before, but carefully observing the man's face seemed to have suffered a great blow, showing a sluggish atmosphere, although the clothes were bright, but it could not cover the current state, it is estimated that a random person on the street can see that this person's current state is very bad.

"For general white things, you only need to prepare shrouds, white threads, white candles, incense, burning paper and other items, if Mr. can trust, I can help you make a list." So Pengzi opened his mouth and said, "I don't know which Xie Shi is in the house?" “

"It's my wife and daughter!"

Pengzi was shocked when he heard this, and immediately said: "Mr. Jiejie, I will help you prepare the list, you sit down first, and wait for me to make the list, and you can see if it is feasible." And then

Grab a blank piece of paper, pick up a pen and start making a list of items. When the middle-aged man heard this, he also agreed and wanted to find a place to sit down, but when he thought that the pair of boys at the door were very infiltrating, he directly stepped out of the door and directly found the recliner of Pengzi before and sat down. Pengzi didn't care either, and continued to write about the things that needed to be prepared.

There was silence all around, except for the sound of the tip of the pen touching the paper, which was subtle and soft.

"Sir, the list is listed, can you see if it is appropriate?" About twenty minutes or so, the silence was broken, and it was still Pengzi who spoke, and through the light, the sound was transmitted outside the door. But there was no response from outside, except for a figure lying quietly in a chair, enveloped in darkness. So Pengzi walked out the door and looked at the man who seemed to be asleep. Stretched out his hand and pushed the man, but there was still no response, so he pushed again, but at this moment, he found that the man's face suddenly revealed an abnormal pain, as if he was experiencing some great torture, and then began to curl up, and moved his hands directly to his neck and began to exert force, as if trying to cut his throat. Pengzi was taken aback by this scene, hurriedly retreated, and then carefully observed the man, and found that he was not acting, because the green tendons on his hands burst out. It was obviously very powerful, and the light from the room reflected on the man's face, and the look of horror and hideousness could not be pretended. And as the man's struggle became more and more intense, it could be seen that the man's eyebrows were swirled with black gas, and 5 black gases were obviously wrapped around the man's neck and attached to the man's hand.

"Alas, unlucky to encounter such a thing in the first business!" Pengzi looked at the middle-aged man in his current state, obviously having a demonic spirit, and his face was bitter, so he raised his food and took a bite, squeezed his thumb, and a drop of blood left his hand. But the blood bead did not fall directly, but floated directly in the air. Pengzi looked at the blood bead, his face was much more serious, and with a flick of his hand, the blood bead flew directly to the middle-aged man's eyebrows. Just when the blood beads and the black qi in the center of the eyebrows were about to meet. The blood beads changed, no longer existed in the form of spheres, and the position half an inch in front of the eyebrows directly turned into a bright red blood light "drive" word.