The interior design of the paper shop is like a Hakka tulou, the building is surrounded by a circle, the center is wide, and the second floor is surrounded by a group of railings to block it, and when you look up, there are several skylights on the roof to let in light.

I didn't speak, just looked at the wind chimes on the back door.

This wind chime is a pair, the main gate is the living people come to things during the day, the yang bell is responsible for attracting people, and the back door faces the back mountain, it is the night when the yin people come to buy things, the yin people come in, the yin bell will ring the prompt.

"I really didn't expect that I would inherit this paper-binding shop in the future, sitting on the handicraft table that my grandfather used to make, and on the counter where my grandfather used to stand, I was going to start becoming the master here." I felt a lot of emotion in my heart, feeling that all this was familiar and strange.

However, this feeling makes me feel close, the closeness of fate to find a home, and I can't help but wonder if I really belonged here.

Zhilan found the materials to help me take them down, because I am a pure yang body, and the paper tied will carry yang energy, so I must be a pure yin person to help me prepare the materials, and the paper figure can be bought by the yin person.

While I was waiting for Zhilan to prepare the materials, the wind chimes at the back door thought about it.

"Who?" I squeezed myself out of my seat and turned my head to stare at the back door.

I just listened, and a sentence came from the back door: "It's my ......"

The voice is miserable and feminine, it is a woman's voice, to be precise, the voice of a female ghost.

The paper shop has been closed for the past few days, and a notice has been posted at the door, no matter the people in the yin and yang worlds, they should know that at this time, who will come?

The back door is not locked, but it is blessed with the Dharma seal, and only with the consent of the Zhao family can the ghost enter, otherwise it will be destroyed.

"There are some things in our house, we won't open the door these days, you can go first." I politely refused, hoping that the female ghost could leave, not that I didn't want to make money, but that I had more important things to deal with now and couldn't be distracted.

"I know that Old Man Zhao has passed away, I shouldn't have bothered, but, I originally loved cleanliness, and I often came to buy clothes before, and I wanted to wait for you to open the door and come again, but unfortunately a group of yellow skins came out of nowhere, knocked over my grave offerings, and crashed into me, and now my clothes are full of commotion smell, I really can't stand it, so I came down to find clothes to wear."

"Just open the door, I'm three times more than usual." The female ghost's voice was very earnest, pleading outside the door.

With the tone of a female ghost, she should be a regular customer, and she also knows something about our Zhao family, I don't think it's strange, after all, there is only one paper shop in our family nearby.

But what I noticed was the yellow skin in her mouth.

"Come in." I spoke, and the wind chimes shook and the back door slowly opened.

A female ghost with long hair reaching her waist and wearing a white dress walked in slowly.

"Please wait a minute, I'll ask my sister to go upstairs and get you clothes." I turned my head and motioned to Zhilan to go upstairs and get a few more clothes for the female ghost.

While waiting, I accosted me, "You're from the back mountain?" ”

"Yes, my grave is behind a poplar tree in the back mountain." The female ghost replied, looked up and touched me a few times, and said with a little appreciation, "You, you should be Lao Zhao's grandson, looking at the extraordinary instrument, you must be a blessed person." ”

"Where, don't flatter me, there's one more thing I want to ask you, that group of yellow-skinned people crossed your grave and went in that direction?" I pressed on.

The female ghost hesitated for a moment, then replied after some recollection: "I went halfway up the mountain, it seems to be the direction of your ancestral grave, but you can rest assured that the group of yellow-skinned people will not dare to collide with your grandfather." Your ancestral grave and others dare not approach, let alone a few yellow skins. ”

"I hope so......" I frowned, muttered to myself, looking in the direction of the back mountain, hoping that those yellow skins were just passing by.