Seeing the girl say this, I put away my smile, slightly heavy.

Her meaning is very clear, she is the unmarried girl who is about to die.

But she looked normal and healthy.

The girl seemed cheerful, and she continued:

"I am a student of history, and I am particularly interested in funeral culture, I know that the white coffin is buried before the cabinet of girls and young people who died early, but now it is rare to find ready-made white coffins, and my time is only forty-nine days left......"

"Is it so accurate?" I wondered.

The girl nodded:

"Yes, I was born at half past zero in July, a lonely star, destined for death, and on my twentieth birthday, it was a death catastrophe that I couldn't get over."

I don't understand what she's talking about.

"I want this white coffin."

As she spoke, the girl took out her purse, counted five hundred-dollar bills and handed them to me, attaching a note:

"This is the address, tomorrow at twelve o'clock in the evening, you can send the coffin to this place, thank you, I still have something to do, so I'll go first."

I reached out and took the money, and the girl turned and walked outside.

I came back to my senses, hurried to the gate of the courtyard, and asked:

"What's your name?"

"There's a note."

The girl had already walked up to a red Audi, smiled at me, and pulled the door open and drove away.

Looking at the Audi as it drifted away, I pulled out the note tucked into the banknote.

Li Yirou.

The surname is Li, but it is the same surname as Li Wei, the husband of Huirou.

also took the word 'soft' in Huirou.

She looks so much like the relief beauty on the coffin wall.

It's not a coincidence that so many coincidences come together.

I closed the courtyard door and was the first to go to the cellar.

It seems that I had to eat the 'yin rice' that Hui Rou gave me.

If I don't eat this mouthful of rice, I can only sit and wait for death.

When I came to the golden coffin, I didn't hesitate to pick up the book of "Da Qianyin Rice Record" and open the cover.

As I expected, the catalogue contains all the occupations of the Ten Classes of Yin Rice.

But when I opened the contents inside, I found that except for the coffin maker and the celestial master, the other professions were all blank.

It seems that I still think wrong, I can't touch the industry that my ancestors did.

This coffin maker and heavenly master are my yin rice.

I pulled up a bench and flipped through it by the lantern.

The Coffin Maker, I am now, and the contents will be of great benefit to me.

But it didn't do much for me to solve the problems in front of me.

So, I focused on the Celestial Master industry.

The words on the ancient books seem to have a kind of magic.

As long as the eye touches them, they are like dancing elves, dismantling them into easily understandable patterns and jumping on the paper.

Then he forcibly implanted the contents in my mind.

And it's fast.

It's amazing and it's fascinating.

Before you know it, a day has passed.

When I woke up, it was already the next night.

Somehow, my eyes hurt, it was that weird stinging pain that made me dizzy.

And the scene in front of him seemed to be smeared with a layer of red mist, and it was covered with blood.

Fortunately, all the skills about the Heavenly Master have been implanted in my mind.

However, the amount of information is too large, and it will take a lot of time to digest.

Also, if I want to become a qualified Heavenly Master, my physical fitness needs to be improved.

Fortunately, in this Heavenly Master's method, there is a set of Heavenly Master's own refining methods.

At the same time, I understood it thoroughly.

The ancestors who made a living were not because they were talented, but because this golden coffin was chasing and feeding.

Of course, the price is no small either.

I raised my hand and looked at the electronic watch on my wrist, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening.

It's time to send a coffin to Li Yirou.

After the baptism of ancient books, I already have some clue about Li Yirou's affairs.

The fate of the Heavenly Evil Lone Star that she said was not a dead end.

This kind of Ghost Day birth of the extreme yin calamity is either a demon disaster or a ghost disaster.

And now that I have entered the Heavenly Master, I am a ghost hunter and a demon hunter, which happens to be my professional counterpart.

I stood up, and the stinging pain in my eyes suddenly and mysteriously disappeared.

The field of vision has also become much brighter, and the eyesight is several times stronger than before.

I suddenly realized that I had opened my eyes.

Just as I was about to leave, I realized that the ancient book I had held in my hand was gone.

I glanced at the ancient coffin suspiciously, and made another major discovery.

On the left side of the coffin, the first beautiful woman riding a wooden donkey was tortured, and the originally empty eyes had been eyeballed.

I leaned over curiously, reached out and wiped my eyes, and there was no sense of disobedience.

The traces of time are clearly visible, not like they were just pointed.

I wiped the picture of the pig cage torture beauty next to me again, and made sure that there were no bumps in the eyes.

"Strange ......"

I muttered and turned to leave the cellar.

Even though I have now learned a little bit about the Heavenly Master, I still can't explain this strange phenomenon.

I didn't care so much, so I left the cellar in a hurry, called a tractor in the village, and drove the white coffin towards the address given by Li Yirou.

The driver of the tractor is surnamed Li, and I call him Master.

Because I learned the craft of making coffins from him.

Master is only in his fifties, and his coffin craftsmanship is ancestral.

Master has an unfilial son who likes to play cards, and his wife's health is not good, and the family is very financially difficult, so she does all kinds of work.

Not long after the car drove out, the master opened his mouth and asked:

"Thirteen, the address you gave is the address of the richest man in our town, as far as I know, their family only has one daughter, how can they buy a white coffin?"

I replied:

"Yes, Master, it was that Li Yirou who came over yesterday and said it was for himself."

"What happened to the daughter of the richest man's family?"

"It's a fate, I can't get over the hurdle of twenty years old."

"And that kind of thing?" Master looked at me in surprise.

I nodded:

"I haven't fully figured this out yet, so it's hard to make a conclusion."

Seeing that I didn't answer, Master diverted the topic and asked:

"Thirteen, do you have enough money?"

"Master, I have enough money, you don't have to worry about it."

The master hesitated for a moment and said:

"No, I want to borrow some money from you, I don't know if it's convenient for you, a thousand is enough, your sister's money to buy medicine was stolen by that loser."

"Okay, Master, I'll give you the balance in a moment."

"Okay, thank you."

Master breathed a sigh of relief.

I smiled and said yes.

The tractor was loud and shouted, and we didn't talk anymore.

In less than an hour, we came to the outside of the address given by Li Yirou.

It was close to twelve o'clock, but fortunately I wasn't late.

The Li family is worthy of being the richest man in the town, and the four-story country villa is built in a luxurious style.

The golden gate of the courtyard is full of wealth.

The courtyard was brightly lit, but it was unusually quiet inside.

An unknown black gas swirled around the roof, revealing an unknown weirdness.

This is... Yin Qi?