Yang Qing suddenly put down the needlework plaque and pointed to the dozen or so stilt-striders on the long street, happily pulling Wusheng and jumping and jumping.

More than a dozen people on stilts were beating gongs and drums, and the flower-faced clown who was beating the gong looked at Yang Qing, and the smile on his face remained unchanged.

Several cold rays of light suddenly burst out, fast and fierce.

Before the smile on Yang Qing's face could react, he saw a few peanuts fall to the ground.

Each peanut carries a silver needle.

The smile on Yang Qing's face gradually stiffened, and she stared at the few peanuts on the ground, but she was stunned.

There was no light in the corners, dim and without a trace of life, but the silver needles were shining.

Standing upright like a lifeless stone statue, he didn't seem to move, staring and poking into the distance.

Yang Qing looked at the person who struck the gong again, but he was gone.

More than a dozen people on stilts were still there, and there was no change on the street, and the person just now didn't seem to have appeared.

"What kind of silver needle is this?"

"Demon Sect Soul Breaker Needle." Yan Xiong had already walked over, his expression serious and nervous.

He obviously knew the articles in these silver needles.

"Why did he make a move on me?"

"To break a soul is to break a life." He stopped talking and smiled at Wusheng, "Goodbye, take care of the spear god." ”

Silent without life.

Suddenly, the smoke male swept out, and was already in the middle of the crowd.

Yang Qing squatted down and looked at the silver needles, and was suddenly pulled up by Wusheng, she stared at Wusheng in surprise.

"I can't see that."

Yang Qing didn't understand.

"It's a soul breaking needle, not only can't you touch it, but you can't look at it."

Wusheng stretched out his hand and waved, and the silver needles suddenly floated up and floated out.

The dawn is getting thicker.

The smell of the year is getting deeper and deeper on the long street.

When the peanuts fell to the ground, the silver needles were gone.

The peanuts were blackened.

The cold wind blew, and the peanuts suddenly turned into ashes and disappeared with the wind, leaving nothing behind.

Yang Qing exclaimed in surprise and hid behind Wusheng, this was really terrifying.

"Why aren't those silver needles gone? Peanuts are gone? Although Yang Qing was talking, her hand had already closed the door.

Close the door and don't forget to plug in the deadbolt as well.

He looked back at Wusheng, who stood like a stone statue in front of the painting, and a letter was diagonally inserted on the side of the painting.

Letters were nailed to the dim, cold walls.

No one has been here, not even a shadow.

"Is it a ghost?"

Wusheng sighed deeply, and suddenly hugged Yang Qing in her arms, her heart was beating like a horse's hooves, anxious and fierce.

Yang Qing gasped and closed her eyes, "Let's go back, it's not safe on Chang'an Street." ”

Wusheng caressed Yang Qing's back, he touched it very gently, but his back shook a lot, "Don't be afraid, we'll be fine." ”

As he spoke, light smoke rose from his body.

At this moment, the letter suddenly burst out with several cold lights, which suddenly appeared, and then suddenly stopped.

The letter fell softly to the ground, and the voice was very small, but Yang Qing reacted very loudly.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, staring and poking at the distance.

On the cold, hard ground, the message of the letter was neatly fixed, and the silver needles were already shining.

"Congratulations to Your Excellency, good health and health, the Spring Festival, a small cheap gift, not a respect, and hope to smile."

The following signature is Zhu Xin.

Yang Qing struggled to control herself, tried to open her eyes, only glanced at the neat font, and suddenly retracted.

Her heart felt like it was going to jump out.

Wusheng didn't change anything, and vaguely caressed her body, "Don't be afraid, we'll be fine." ”

Yang Qing gritted her teeth, but found that her snot had flowed out.

But when she wiped it, she found out that it was a nosebleed.

Yang Qing smiled bitterly, bitter, sore and painful.

Wusheng stretched out his hand, gritted his teeth, and suddenly waved, and the silver needle on the ground suddenly rose up, and suddenly burst out, shooting outward.

The silver needles under the soft sun suddenly disappeared, ghostly disappeared.

The silver needle had disappeared, but there was a miraculous darkness on the ground, a text.

"It's not your business, don't meddle."

This sentence surprised herself, Yang Qing stared at Wusheng, "Let's get out of here and go shopping, okay?" ”

Speechless, staring and poking at these words.

Yang Qing said softly, "I'll take you to buy something delicious, okay?" ”

Her voice was soft and shaky.

The darkness had faded away, and the words had completely disappeared.

Wusheng slowly took off the painting on the wall, rolled it up, and pulled Yang Qing out.

Yang Qing looked at this private room, exhaled heavily, and shook his head again, "This private room is really elegant, I can't stand it." ”

There are a lot of people on the streets, and there are all kinds of people, and people on the first day of the new year will not be idle, especially those who have a little silver in their pockets, if they don't spend it all, they may not be able to sleep when they go back.

There are a lot of people in the gambling house, and there are more people during the holidays.

The shouting inside was even more violent than the killing of pigs, and there was a coffin shop next to it.

Perhaps this is the only store on Chang'an Avenue that will not be lively.

Yang Qing stared at the gambling house, and her eyes were already shining.

People with this kind of light must be very itchy in their hearts, itchy and uncomfortable, Yang Qing stared at the signboard and lit up under the soft sun.

Wusheng didn't seem to see her reaction.

She couldn't help but reach out and scratch her neck, as if it was really itchy.

The Fortune Gambling House gradually moved farther away from her, and her eyes were vaguely staring at the brand, as if it was good to look at it twice, and it could also make her enjoyment.

The gamblers in the world may all be the same, all of them are virtuous.

Yang Qing turned around and saw another signboard, the longevity coffin shop.

Wusheng didn't look at her, pulled her and walked over.

Yang Qing blinked, as if becoming more distressed.

The owner of the coffin shop did not smile, staring at Wusheng, and his face seemed to become more sad and painful.

Because on the morning of the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, he had sold a coffin to Wusheng.

The man stared at Wusheng in pain, hoping that his pain would make him feel better, "How many coffins do you want?" ”

Wusheng suddenly stared at and poked him, "How many do you have here?" ”

The boss was overjoyed, but his face was even more painful, as if he couldn't stand the misfortunes of other people's families.

He was already wiping tears from his eyes, as if he were in pain and sorrow.

Yang Qing couldn't understand, why was this person crying? Is there something unbelieving in your own family?

Wusheng suddenly stopped looking at him, turned around and left, walking towards the coffin shop of Wannianju not far away.

The owner of the longevity coffin shop suddenly stopped him, "We still know each other, and you have also done my business, haven't you?" ”

Wusheng was silent, suddenly stopped, and nodded.

He has not forgotten this either, and it is from here that the pony coffin was bought.

"Then why did you leave and go to another store to buy?"

Wusheng stared at and poked his cheek, and suddenly said, "I'm afraid you won't be available to sell." ”

The owner of the longevity coffin shop had a strange expression on his face, he wanted to cry but didn't dare to cry, "I have free sales, and some are very." ”

As he spoke, he secretly and sincerely felt sorry for the statue, because he felt that the business was going to be bigger this time, and the more he bought, the more unfortunate things he would have.

Wusheng walked into the coffin shop and stared at a pair of coffins, which were stacked neatly and well maintained, and the wood was as bright as new, without a trace of decay and obsolescence.

He only looked at it once, then stopped looking at it, staring at the owner of the longevity coffin shop, "How many are there?" ”

The boss was stupid, he had seen the person who bought the coffin, but he had never seen the person who bought the coffin like this, but he did not hesitate, "Sixty-six pairs." ”

Wusheng nodded, slowly stretched out his hand, and patted lightly on a pair of coffins, and there was a strange scream in the coffin.

The boss didn't understand, so he suddenly walked over and opened the lid, and then the boss was so frightened that he sat on the ground.

A shadow suddenly screamed out from inside, and ran out desperately, as if it was a dog that had been hurt by its owner.

Yang Qing stared at this figure rushing out, and was also taken aback.

Wusheng pulled Yang Qing and walked to the coffin on the side, just standing quietly, staring and poking at the coffin with his eyes like a gun, without making other people's movements, and without stretching out his hand.

Is there anyone else in this?

What kind of person will it be? Why hide in a coffin?

Yang Qing suddenly stared at the boss on the ground, staring at him coldly, and did not speak, and did not need to speak.

Her eyes were clear, and she hoped that the boss would give a satisfactory answer.

The boss had shrunk into a ball, he couldn't stand it anymore, and his body was shaking more violently than the paper figure behind him.

The paper figure seemed to be shaking, but it was already trying to control itself.

"Who are you? Gui Gan? ”

She spoke very slowly and softly, and the boss seemed to be about to break down and go crazy.

There are only four doors and two windows in the wide corridor.

The soft light was not intense, and the festive and peaceful soft sun drifted in and turned into dead gray, each of which seemed extremely dim and weak.

Eerie, eerie and extremely dark.

The soft light flickered, and Yang Qing shivered.

All four doors were open, but there was not a trace of heat inside.

Yang Qing slowly clinged to the lifeless body, "What's going on?" ”

Speechless, still staring and poking at this coffin, as if to pierce this coffin alive.

Yang Qing stared at the coffin on the side, and suddenly had an idea.

She struggled to control herself, and stomped lightly on the side of the coffin, very lightly.

At this moment, the lid of the coffin suddenly flew away, and three figures inside shot out like arrows.

Yang Qing looked at Wusheng, and her body fell down softly.

She couldn't control herself, and it was terrifying.

Wusheng Rourourou hugged her and picked her up.

His hands still didn't shake, hard, calm and warm.

Yang Qing smiled, her smile did not have a hint of smile.

Wusheng sighed, "Don't be afraid, we'll be fine." ”

Yang Qing gasped and nodded, trying to squeeze out a sentence, "Then let's go out." ”

Wusheng nodded, but didn't go out, and approached the boss, "I want all your coffins here." ”

The boss was silent, as if he could no longer speak.

Yang Qing doesn't understand, what does Wusheng want so many coffins for?

She was secretly panicked, she already sensed that something uneasy and ominous was about to happen, but she didn't know when.

She didn't speak, her eyes had drifted out, her heart had long since refused to stay here.