I fully believe that if Jiang Wanrou's gaze could turn into a knife, I would now have knives all over my body, or the kind with holes all over my body.

"Big sister, I was wrong. Don't stare at me like that, okay? ”

I grinned, trying to convince Jiang Wanrou.

But I forgot that the shell of this very cute-looking little girl I was carrying in my arms was a Blood Rakshasa in it.

Getting angry can make the ghosts around you tremble.

Find a hiding place quickly so that you don't get eaten.

"Are you afraid of anything but me?"

Jiang Wanrou's voice was full of dissatisfaction and chill.

I seem to have heard her subtext: If you don't give me a satisfactory answer, I'll show you in minutes.

"Not really. Actually, I was scared of you at first. ”

I am a real person, so I will naturally coax me, and I will be soft when I should be soft, and I don't want to lose face at all.

Reasoning with women is the stupidest thing in the world.

I'm not a fool and certainly wouldn't do such a thankless task.

Jiang Wanrou gave me a look of self-comprehension.

"Ahem, but you're good-looking."

"What bad intentions can a good-looking Blood Rakshasa have?"

I forcibly saluted my dignity and saw a small wreath shop open on the inconspicuous corner of Sandao Street.

It's a place, and I don't know how to coax this aunt anymore.

Other women lose their temper, in the terrible, that is, noisy, a few hits, a few scolding.

But if the Blood Rakshasa loses his temper, then it is possible not only to eat ghosts, but also to eat people!

For the sake of the people in this town, I'd better coax it.

"The mouth is full of trains, and men's mouths are all deceitful ghosts."

Jiang Wanrou obviously didn't believe what I said, but she didn't continue to embarrass me.

It's just a matter of nothing, and the eyes are always looking at a spot in the void behind me.

I also looked at it like Jiang Wanrou, but just like before, I didn't see anything.

I don't need Jiang Wanrou to tell me, I know.

In the place where Jiang Wanrou was looking, there must be something I couldn't see.

"Let's go."

I retracted my gaze and pushed open the wooden door of the storefront.

The door of this store is very old, it is still an old-fashioned wooden door, and there are no windows on it.

The area of the shop is not small, but it is full of burning paper, wreaths, fake flowers, incense, and all kinds of funeral things.

"What do you want to buy?"

Before I could see what was in the store, I heard the voice of an old lady.

I'm pretty sure I didn't see anyone in the store when I came in.

Holding the heart of the stone that was beating a little faster, he took a step back.

"Outlander?"

The old lady stuck her head out from behind the old papier-mâché cow.

"Buy some yellow rune paper."

I swallowed, and the door closed itself as I entered.

I had the illusion that I was cut off from the outside world in this confined space filled with funeral items.

"It turned out to be a connoisseur."

The old lady was thin and had a handful of bones, and there was no flesh on her body, and the skin was like a skeleton wrapped in bones.

"Old man, I have a stack of good yellow rune paper, and a roll of various colored papers."

I try to make myself laugh as naturally as possible.

"What do you want so much colored paper for? Are you a craftsman? ”

The old lady had turned her head and continued to fool her old cow, but when she heard me say what I wanted to buy, she turned her head again.

"A little bit."

Inexplicably, I felt that I was surrounded by a cold aura.

The chill invaded my body, causing my body temperature to disappear quickly.

"Find out for yourself. There is a price on it. ”

When the old lady withdrew her gaze from me, I breathed a sigh of relief, as if even the thing that had been staring at me was gone.

And I'm pretty sure that thing followed me before I entered the store.

It's just that for some reason, after the old lady withdrew her attention to me, the sense of crisis that existence gave me disappeared.

I don't know if the other party left, or if he restrained his own breath and sense of existence.

"Son, there is a price to be paid for being a good person."

The old lady was still busy with her own work, and she didn't know if she was hinting at me or reminding me of something.

When I looked up, I saw a bright red brocade Hanfu wedding dress hanging on it.

This is a complete set of tricky wedding dresses.

The bride's headdress, the jewelry is golden, and it looks very expensive.

"It's worthless, it's just papier-mâché."

The old lady probably heard me gasp, turned her head to look at me again, and said without paying much attention.

I have to sigh that although this store is small, it is a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger.

The ability to make clothes out of paper is the same as real clothes, which shows that the craftsmanship is extraordinary.

"It's all fools."

The old lady sighed, not knowing what sad things came to mind.

I didn't say a word, and continued to look carefully for what I wanted in front of the five rows of shelves in the small store.

The shelves of the store are made of wood, and each shelf is marked with a very casual price written on white paper.

The only sound in the room was the sound of the old lady pasting paper cows, and the footsteps of me rummaging through each row of shelves.

The door of the store creaked, as if it was crumbling and about to fall down at any moment.

From time to time, someone knocked on the door regularly.

I don't understand why this door opens as soon as it is pushed, and why there are still people who are patiently knocking on the door instead of coming in.

It seems to be waiting for someone inside to open the door for it.

"The lad is from a big place! That's a ghost calling the door. ”

The old lady took off the reading glasses on her face, and she didn't know what she was getting when she lowered her head, so she was completely accustomed to explaining it to me.

But I don't think the root cause of her doing this is actually to give me a solution.

Instead, they don't want me to do bad things with good intentions to open the door.

"Our town is a small place, there are few small people, and there are many messy things."

The old lady sighed as she rubbed her hand over what she had just found.

My eyes fell on the door that had been knocked so hard that it could fall down at any moment.

"I'm here, and usually no weird people will take the initiative to come."

Jiang Wanrou also glanced at the door with me.

My eyes widened nervously, and I didn't dare to stagger my eyes at the door.

The heart was already ready, and the first time the door fell was to rush out with the blood rakshasa spiritual color.

The cold ran from the tip of my toe to the top of my head.

"It's half a month of July, and I'm going to burn clothes and send money and food to the souls of the dead."

The old lady seemed to feel very uncomfortable, and staggered up from the small bench, making people worry that she would get up too quickly and fall down directly, and she would never get up again.