sub-hours.

The street lost the hustle and bustle of the day, and all the shops on both sides were closed, and there was not a single figure in sight, and occasionally a white cat would wander by.

Only one courtyard at the west corner of the street is still open, with two big red lanterns on the cornices, looming in the shadows of the tall locust trees, and the laughter of men and women can be heard from time to time.

There is the Blue and White Building.

After a battle in the porridge house, the cold wind blew, and He Yiliu had no intention of drinking, and he decided that Qinghualou was definitely not the place he wanted to go at this moment, so he turned a corner and walked into an alley.

The alleys are long and narrow and pitch black, and seem to be deep. Walking to the middle of the alley, Ha Yiliu finally saw that there was a shop with lights on, but it was a newly opened shop specializing in funeral goods for the dead.

The pavement is not large, the shop door is closed, and the light is reflected from a pane next to the shop door, illuminating the bluestone pavement with light and dark, making this autumn night at this moment look quite poetic.

The corners of Ha Yiliu's mouth grinned, a little proud, because there was still a woman wearing flowers in a bun on the pane.

He Yiliu was about to think about how to call the door, but he heard a crisp sound from the house: Bang! Then there was the sound of abuse, He Yiliu didn't know the situation, so he quickly jumped on the roof and took a closer look.

A woman said angrily: "Sneaky in the middle of the night, the third watch hides here and wants to rub the old lady's oil, and I don't ask the old lady if she is happy!"

A man said: "Since the opening of your shop, as soon as I see you, I like you, you tell me to think about tea every day, I don't want to eat, I can't sleep at night, my soul is not a soul and I am not a person, I just want to be able to stay with you for one night, even if it is only for an hour, I Hu San will be satisfied in this life!"

The woman said, "Get out, get out! or the old lady will slap you again!"

Smack! It was another crisp slap.

The man said: "You hit hard, hit hard, the more you beat me, the more happy I am!"

He Yiliu grinned, and the man's voice was really Hu San.

Hu San is an out-and-out gambler.

Hu San is also an out-and-out womanizer.

I only heard the woman scolding: "I've seen a lecherous man, but I've never seen you so lustful and cheap! Do you see my wife and me as a fireworks woman in the green building? Get out, get out! Don't come near me, I'll let you dare to come near me again...... Dare to come near me again!"

Hu San suddenly shouted in pain: "Oh, you actually took scissors...... I'm bleeding in the chest, I'm going to die! I'm going to die!"

Bang, the door of the shop was wide open, Hu San stumbled out of the house, howled and fled into the depths of the alley, escaped into the middle of the night, seeing him running away, he must have been terrified, but it seemed that his life was not in danger.

The woman snorted, closed the door of the shop tightly, and went back to the room to face a mirror and put her hand in her messy hair, and then said unhurriedly:

"Come down, cool on the tile!"

He Yiliu didn't know when she found herself, so she had to fall down and open the curtain to come in.

The house is not big, it is not small, all kinds of wreaths are arranged along the surrounding walls in two circles, the beams of the house are hung with couplets of various fonts, a bright red coffin is parked in the corner of the house, there are two counters by the door, which are full of shroud paper flowers and funeral goods of Xiaodong Xiaoxi, it is estimated that it will be pushed out of the door for business as soon as the morning dawns.

The first time I went to the funeral shop, especially in the middle of the night, I couldn't help but feel eerie.

But He Yiliu didn't show fear, because compared to a woman who lives here, as a gentleman who runs the rivers and lakes, all feelings should not be considered feelings.

"You're the proprietress who sells funeral goods?"

"Needless to say. ”

"You're still a widow?"

"It is not surprising that only a woman with a dead man wears a white flower on her head. ”

"Your business is not very good, which shows that you don't care about it. ”

"How so?"

"You see, there are cobwebs entangled on the couplet, and a layer of ash has fallen on the shroud, indicating that your funeral goods have not been sold for a long time. ”

The woman grinned, her red cherry-like face seemed to bloom with a white road, and said, "It's no wonder that there are no dead people in the city recently." However, you are a person who sees things very carefully, and you are not in vain a person who walks the rivers and lakes. After a pause, he suddenly said, "Why did those people in the porridge house kill you?"

He Yiliu scratched her head and laughed at herself: "I'm a traitor and a traitor, do you think I should be killed?"

The woman said: "Unfaithful and unfilial people should indeed be killed, but it's a pity that they are too weak to kill you and let you continue to live." ”

He Yiliu said: "I, He Yiliu, am not so easy to kill, at least my head will not move until I meet you." ”

Suddenly, the woman lowered her face and said, "In the middle of the night, I guessed that you would find me, say, what do you want? Believe it or not, I will slap you twice?"

He Yiliu had a strange smile on his face and said, "Do you think I'm that scoundrel and lustful Hu San? When the lights are closed on the whole street, the lights are still on here, which means that you are waiting for someone." ”

"Shouldn't you be waiting for Hu San?"

"Of course not, you're waiting for me, aren't you? Widow Chen!"

The woman was shaken by He Yiliu's words: "I'm very surprised, how do you know that my surname is Chen?"

"A widow who can come and go without a trace in the rivers and lakes, and is still alone on the street in the middle of the night, this person must be surnamed Chen. "He Yiliu squeezed his eyes at the woman,

The people on the rivers and lakes are called the lonely female ghost Widow Chen, who came and went without a trace, but tonight she was broken by He Yiliu, so she was not surprised.

Widow Chen smiled, like a ripe red cherry, and said sharply: "Since you are asked to peep through it, the old lady has to meet you in the rivers and lakes!"

In an instant, as soon as Widow Chen moved her body, she didn't know what mechanism she touched, and the lonely wreaths that were originally lined up along the wall flew towards Heyiliu as if they had suddenly awakened.

He Yiliu never expected that these wreaths were all sharp weapons to attack people, and his body had to rush upward, but there was a huge black curtain shrouded in the head, sealing the road of ascent impenetrable, and the black curtain was manipulated by the mechanism, as if he had already calculated the route of He Yiliu's travel, like a strange net, with a very fast spread, a pocket, and a mention, He Yiliu was caught off guard, and was suddenly tightly wrapped and hung in the middle of the house, like a huge black sesame seed, and then, with a bang, I felt that I had fallen into a black abyss, and then, I heard a sound of iron locks。

In an instant, Ha Yiliu was imprisoned in a dark world.

But hearing Widow Chen's smirk and smirk, it sounded terrifying on this dark night.

Tianxi head, the remnant sun is like blood.

Although there is a faint purple cloud like a very soft ribbon dancing on the blood-like remnant sun, there is no grace at all.

Palm light time.

Zhao Zhenshan scraped and scraped a cup of tea with a lid, but he couldn't remember to take a sip.

His mind was heavy, his brows were tightly locked into the word "Sichuan", thinking about it, and finally he couldn't help but call: "Manager Cao!"

The chief steward Cao Yi heard the sound and came in, at this moment, he was wearing a black robe, the cuffs were tightly tied, and a black belt was tied around his waist, he looked quite a bit of a samurai, but he was just a chief steward, not a samurai.

Zhao Zhenshan asked, "How are things prepared?"

"Master Qiqi, everything has been prepared in accordance with your requirements and instructions. ”

Cao Yi paused for a moment, and then added: "Just in case, I also invited some masters from the Heavenly Bodyguard Bureau to secretly escort our business tonight, I think, you should be able to rest assured." ”

Zhao Zhenshan snorted, finally buried his head in a sip of tea, and said, "You say, what kind of dead person will be in that coffin, it is worth the shipper to spend such a big price, and make it so mysterious?"

Cao Yi bowed down and said: "No matter what, there is just a dead man in the coffin, the dead are the same as the dead, is there any difference? Even if there are two differences, he is still a dead man, can he become a ghost? The master doesn't have to worry too much at all." ”

Zhao Zhenshan said: "I'm not afraid of a dead person, but I always feel that this matter is somewhat strange." ”

Cao Yi said: "The master is too careful, in my opinion, this is just a pure transaction, where does the strange come from?"

Zhao Zhenshan looked suspicious, and said to himself: "The Wanxi Tea Gang doesn't sell tea, but it sells dead people...... Also, there was the masked man, who neither grabbed the silver ticket nor hurt anyone, but only pushed me and left...... Who is he, and what do you want to do? It's really strange. ”

Cao Yi said: "That masked man is really inscrutable, maybe he is a passer-by." ”

Since promising this yin and yang transaction, Zhao Zhenshan muttered in his heart all the time, there has never been such a transaction in the history of his business, what does the famous Qilin Gang Xu Boss want a corpse for, is it his own relative? But I heard that Boss Xu is a stranger and no reason, there should be no relatives, besides, even if there is, who would dare to use a knife on the head of the Qilin Gang Boss Xu?

Alas, I can't see through it, and the reason is still messy.

Zhao Zhenshan couldn't help but take a long breath on his back, and sighed: "When did I, Zhao Zhenshan, take such an unclear and unfortunate deal?