"The door is not locked, just push the door in."

It's dark outside, and it must have been delivered by Zhang Lingchuan's takeaway.

Although the shop owners in the funeral street are not allowed to go out, under normal circumstances, people from outside can come in at will.

I drank my tea to myself, only to notice that the figure standing outside was motionless.

He didn't speak, just pestle.

Zhang Lingchuan glanced at me, and I immediately got up, picked up a wooden stick and quietly slipped to the door.

If the man dares to break in suddenly, I will give him a smack.

Yet the man knocked on the door as if he didn't hear us.

First two strokes, then three strokes.

Very mechanical and persistent.

In Middle-earth, the etiquette of knocking on the door is generally to knock on the door three times, which is regarded as asking if you can enter.

But no one has ever been the first two.

Zhang Lingchuan pondered for a moment at first, and then snorted coldly: "I really didn't expect that my incense shop could also encounter a ghost knocking on the door." ”

Ghost knocking on the door?

I was about to ask what was going on, but when I turned my head, I realized that the figure in the door was gone.

It really confirmed Zhang Lingchuan's ghost knocking on the door.

It came quietly, and there was no movement in the slightest.

I glanced at the cellar: "As soon as we got it back, there was a mess of things coming to the door, I'm afraid it's for that person's anointing." ”

Zhang Lingchuan raised his eyebrows lightly: "That's not necessarily." ”

"Although my incense shop is small, there are a lot of good things in it."

"Maybe it's because you've coveted my little shop for a long time."

I opened the door of the shop and looked left and right.

On the funeral street and even at the end of the street, not even a figure is visible.

But suddenly a dark wind blew on my neck behind me.

Immediately afterwards, an eerie voice came: "Thousand~Thousand~Don't~Return~Head~ Otherwise, I'll eat you——"

Tut.

"Zheng Huaimin, how old are you, and you still play this kind of trick."

Zheng Huaimin, who I hadn't seen for a long time, floated in front of me: "Tsk, after these days, you have grown a lot." ”

"Before you want to do it, you should be so scared that you tremble and then go to Zhang Lingchuan to save you."

I listened with an embarrassed face: "No, was I so cowardly before?" ”

For a moment I didn't really want to talk to him.

Zhang Lingchuan took out a few incense sticks from it and lit them at the door of our store, chanting words in his mouth.

It just so happened that Kong Sanniang came back with Zheng Yuan.

"I'll go to sleep with Sister Meng tonight, and Zheng Yuan will come with you."

"Zhang Lingchuan, what are you doing?"

After Zhang Lingchuan finished burning incense, he took a basin and burned some paper money ingots into it.

"When I'm not at home, thanks to these ghost brothers for helping me look after my house. Now that I'm back, I naturally want to thank you. ”

Kong Sanniang frowned.

"Then why don't you take them all, isn't it more fragrant to eat tribute in your store every day?"

Speaking of this, Zheng Huaimin nodded matter-of-factly: "That's it, it's fragrant to eat tribute." ”

Kong Sanniang couldn't see Zheng Huaimin, she only saw me say shut up to the air.

After Zhang Lingchuan beckoned Zheng Yuan into the inner room, he said to Kong Sanniang: "Not all people like to work, and some people naturally want to be free. Of course, the same goes for ghosts. ”

"They helped me, and I admit it. So that they are above and I am below. ”

"If I take them in and send them to take care of them, then I will become a prisoner, and they may not be happy."

I nodded in agreement.

Besides, the shop has already taken in a lot of wandering souls, and the paper figures in the inner room can't be piled up anymore.

Kong Sanniang shrugged her shoulders: "Then I'll go to sleep first, and I'll come over on time to work tomorrow morning." ”

Zhang Lingchuan sighed: "The door of our shop is very random, and you don't have to be too punctual." ”

Kong Sanniang waved her hand at us, turned her head and ran to Meng Zijin's side.

Only Zheng Yuan was left on the funeral street, staring at us with a pair of big eyes.

"Uncle, where's my dad?"

After asking these questions, Zhang Lingchuan and I looked at each other, and we didn't know how to tell him for a while.

Zhang Lingchuan squatted down, rubbed his head and said with a smile: "Uncles have encountered some things recently, we have to deal with these things before we can take you to see Dad." ”

Zheng Yuan nodded sensibly: "I see." ”

Zhang Lingchuan gave me a look and asked me to take the child to take a bath, and then go to the attic to rest.

The door to the incense shop was closed again.

It was quiet outside, and no sound could be heard.

Zheng Yuan tossed for a few days, and fell asleep on the bed.

When I walked downstairs, I happened to hear Zhang Lingchuan teasing Zheng Huaimin: "Yo, why don't the little ghost kings on our funeral street go out to educate your little brothers." ”

Zheng Huaimin waved his hand: "Come on, don't say this in front of me." ”

He wilted and floated to the shrine and squatted: "When will I be able to make up for this little remnant soul, otherwise I won't even be able to help you if you are in danger like last time." ”

I haven't seen Zheng Huaimin for a long time, he is a whole person, no, it's a ghost.

His entire ghost state was wilted, and he didn't have the feeling of fighting spirit before.

Even the entire funeral street is like this.

Apparently depressed by those awesome bigwigs from Xudu.

After sending Zheng Huaimin back to the altar to recuperate, Zhang Lingchuan had no intention of resting.

Instead, he slowly picked up the teapot and added water vigorously.

It's like you're waiting for someone.

Seeing that I was confused, he smiled and said, "It's a long night, why don't we drink tea and chat?" ”

"I'll drink your head."

"Honestly, what was the origin of that ghost knocking on the door just now?"

"It's time to trouble us in a moment."

Zhang Lingchuan's eyes sank, and he told me about the origin of this ghost knocking on the door.

Legend has it that during the Qing Dynasty, there was a carpenter worker who maliciously picked on the wrong hand and defaulted on wages after helping the master's family make the goods.

The master was a local bully, he refused to give money, and the workers had no choice but to admit the loss of this dumb man.

But he remembered that his family was waiting for his own work to go back before he could have money to live. Therefore, I had no choice but to go back again and ask the Lord's house for some alms.

But instead of giving the money, the bully wronged the carpenter for stealing the things in the house.

So he sent someone to beat him severely.

Eventually, the carpenter dragged himself seriously injured and ran home.

As soon as I entered the door, I swallowed my breath.

The carpenter also has a wife and two children at home.

They were orphaned and widowed, unable to survive at all, and now they saw the carpenter die in front of them, and their hearts were in despair.

So that night, the woman also hanged herself with her two children.

I was furious. No matter what dynasty it is, there are people who bully the weak and do many evils.

"And then?" I desperately know what will happen to that bully.

Zhang Lingchuan picked up the teacup, raised his eyes and said to me: "Later, from the carpenter's death to the first seven, the bully heard a knock on the door in the middle of the night. ”