Coffin shop.

When Ye Guyun arrived here, it was already around dawn, and it was also the moment when the sky was black or white.

Then he went in.

He didn't knock, he didn't bother to knock, he kicked open the wooden door, and strode in, and a couple lying on the bed were sweating, the spark in their eyes had not yet been extinguished, the passion had not yet sublimated, and their movements would certainly not stop, perhaps until the sun rose and the room became stuffy without a hint of coolness, and they might not end the enjoyment.

The woman below was originally screaming loudly, and the man's physical strength was certainly very strong.

But suddenly they saw that the door was broken, and two people, one living and one dead, were shot in like arrows, and at this time they suddenly became as if they had seen ghosts.

The woman screamed like a ghost, the man suddenly went limp and could no longer give birth to a trace of strength, of course his face was like ashes, sweat was like rain, and his voice must not be much better.

He said, "Are you a human or a ghost?"

"I am a living man, and he is a dead man. ”

What Ye Guyun said was very simple, short and concise, he didn't like to grind his teeth too much, grinding his teeth not only disgusted him, but sometimes made him want to vomit.

"The coffin is next door, you can go as much as you want. The man pointed to the door again and said, "Go in, and you're inside." ”

His tongue trembled as he spoke, and his voice became very indistinct, but Ye Guyun could hear it clearly.

It wasn't until Ye Guyun went in and took out a coffin and left that his breathing slowly subsided, and he looked at the ingot of silver, and the legs on the side of the silver were already twitching violently.

There was a look of disgust and jealousy in his eyes, because he had never seen her react so violently!

"You'd better get another iron door, because it's not strong. This is what Ye Guyun said when he left, he said it very slowly, but he left quickly.

Instead of seeing how they got out, they couldn't believe how they got out.

The feather shuttlecock blinked, and was looking at the milky white gradually rising in the east, as if she was laughing, but as if she was not smiling.

Ye Guyun slowly put the coffin down, and then stared at the feather shuttlecock, "You can speak now." ”

The chicken feather shuttlecock was silent and gradually smiled.

"You'd better speak what is in your heart. ”

The feather shuttlecock laughed, "Why?"

"Because girls hold their words in their stomachs for a long time, they are prone to wrinkles. ”

The feather shuttlecock blinked, looked at the coffin shop in the distance, and smiled wryly, "You don't like to knock on the door every time you go to buy a coffin?"

"Hmm. ”

"You don't feel embarrassed when you see those strange things?"

"Hmm. ”

"You're not embarrassed, and others aren't embarrassed?"

"Hmm. ”

The shuttlecock couldn't laugh, she hung her head and stared at the earth.

Her expression seemed to be very helpless and distressed.

Ye Guyun was still looking at her, but she was touching her hair, the sun was gradually rising, and the earth was gradually becoming lovely and bright.

The flush in the east gradually intensified.

Her face had darkened, tired, perhaps nervous and tired.

"Where are we going next?" said the shuttlecock with a smile, "Go open that bamboo tube and find nine doors?"

"Don't look for it now. Ye Guyun stared at the haggard and tired cheeks of the feather shuttlecock, and said for a long time, "Go find a place to rest." ”

No one went to the hotel with a coffin, and this was the first time the man had seen him, and of course he had never seen anyone so good, and he admired and frightened him.

He put the tea on the table and hurried out.

"Stop. ”

The guy stopped, and he felt someone creeping up behind him, and his back was soaked with cold sweat.

Ye Guyun took out a silver ingot from his belt and sent it to him, "You go." ”

The corners of the man's eyes were wide and round, and he couldn't say half a word.

He didn't explain what kind of money it was, nor what it was used for, Ye Guyun's style was incomprehensible.

The feather shuttlecock smiled stupidly, she pulled Ye Guyun to the chair and sat down, before approaching the guy, she said, "You go, it's okay, we're going to rest." ”

The man said in a trembling voice, "But the money ......." ”

The feather shuttlecock smiled again, "You go and spend this indiscriminately, if a man doesn't have a little private money, he won't be able to do anything serious, and after a long time, it must be very boring." ”

The guy laughed, wryly.

The shuttlecock slowly pushed the guy out, and then closed the door.

She was not polite, she threw her boots aside, and climbed into bed to sleep, she smiled, and said, "You're welcome, if you want to come up, hurry up." ”

Ye Guyun blinked, sat quietly, and stared at the path in the forest outside the window.

He took a slow sip of tea, and then looked at the shuttlecock, only to find that she was asleep, with a mysterious and joyful smile on her cheeks.

The heat of the sun gradually intensified, and the dull color between heaven and earth became more solemn.

The feather shuttlecock rolled over and moved, as if it was going to sleep on the whole bed.

Ye Guyun looked at her for a long time before exhaling cold air.

Any man who marries such a woman must not be very comfortable.

He is very glad that he did not marry such a woman, and hopes that he will not marry such a woman in his next life.

There was a knock on the door, and it was soft.

When Ye Guyun opened the door, he found that the guy came in with a pot of fruit, and left with a smile.

He smiled unnaturally, as if there was a knife on his neck, and he said softly, "This is for the honorable uncle." ”

Ye Guyun nodded.

When he walked out, it was also when there were figures on the forest path in the distance.

There are a lot of people and a strong lineup.

There were more than a dozen drummers in front of them, and everyone was full of energy, as if they were roosters who had just gotten up, without a trace of tiredness.

The crying women in the back are not bad, their age is not young, this kind of experience is more experienced than most women, they cry, as if they really died seventeen or eighteen mothers, and they want to cry their intestines.

They numbered fifty.

The people behind were Taoist priests, they were waving their swords everywhere with one hand, and paper money was flying in the other, all the way over, as if it was snowing, and they were shouting words like rest and go.

There are also a lot of them, Ye Guyun can't see clearly, but there are a hundred.

Behind is the monk wearing a robe knocking on the wooden fish, each monk has a wooden fish in his hand much bigger than their head, the sound comes from afar, as if it is from the underworld, the listener is numb, and someone downstairs has left.

Their number was not less than that of Taoist priests, and Ye Guyun really couldn't see it clearly.

He frowned, and saw the feather shuttlecock on the bed jumping over, with a fierce look on his face, expressionless, staring coldly at the group of people.

She was clearly unpleasant.

"Are you awake?"

The feather shuttlecock nodded, but he didn't want to speak, some women don't like to talk when they're angry, but they love to do it.

She is undoubtedly that kind of person!

She slowly stretched out her hand, and more than a dozen chicken feather shuttlecocks suddenly appeared in her palm, and she was already gasping and gritting her teeth.

This woman is obviously holding back the anger in her heart!

Ye Guyun suddenly held her hand and said softly, "These people are a bit weird. ”

The feather shuttlecock nodded, and said, "Dead people are never weird. ”

"You're going to kill them?"

"Yes. The green tendons on the back of the shuttlecock's hands have appeared, and it seems that this woman has a vague concept of killing, and she does not act according to right and wrong, as if she acts according to high displeasure.

Ye Guyun sighed, held her hand softly, and did not let go until her hand was weak and her eyes were not murderous.

"We don't have to kill them. ”

"Why?"

"They're pitiful enough, so why should you hurt them again? Ye Guyun said again.

The feather shuttlecock nodded, staring blankly at them approaching, staring blankly at them leaning towards the inn.

At this moment, the wooden door was suddenly knocked open, and a person suddenly fell to the ground, not far from Ye Guyun.

The man did not laugh, nor did he have a basket in his hand, nor forage.

The feather shuttlecock exclaimed, "Little ghost!"

This man is a ghost!

The little ghost suddenly took out a sign from his waist and suddenly said, "Nine doors are the oldest, and the ghosts are nine." ”

What he said was very simple and to the point, he looked at Ye Guyun in surprise without a trace of murderous aura, and said, "Hurry up and get out of here, hurry up and leave." ”

Short words, short voices, his movements were even shorter, only to see him suddenly slip against the ground, go outside, and then suddenly disappear.

Ye Guyun was surprised.

He didn't expect that this person was actually a person from the Nine Doors, and it was a ghost nine.

The feather shuttlecock was silent, staring coldly at the people downstairs, and the drummer in front of him had leaned over and did not come in.

She looked at the coffin and sneered again, "Looks like they're coming at us?"

"Yes. ”

"They want to do a funeral for Ryusan?"

"Yes. ”

"Why are they doing this? to pity Ryuzo, or is it to see a joke?"

Ye Guyun was silent.

At this time, the shopkeeper had been knocked away, slammed into the wall, and slid down softly against the wall, motionless like mud.

The man fell to the ground, half of his face swollen, twisted, and deformed.

He seemed to have forgotten the screams in pain, but tears, snot, and bitterness suddenly poured out, and the person who shot was dressed in an official uniform, holding a judge's pen, and his eyes were sharp and gloomy.

The official uniform is not the official mansion in the imperial court, but the kind of official mansion worn by the judges in the underworld.

Behind him is black and white, and although in the daytime, they do not lose a trace of gloomy and eerie color.

Judge Tie blushed, looked around coldly, and finally his gaze fell on Ye Guyun, staring at Ye Guyun's eyes.

Ye Guyun stood alone, staring at him coldly.

The moment the eyes of the two people met, it seemed that two blades were rubbing, and sparks seemed to have burst out.

There was no wind, and the heat between heaven and earth gradually became more intense.

The only ancient tree in the yard had been kicked away, for it was so crowded for them, and their panache was huge.

So that tree definitely can't hold it.

There wasn't much room for it in the courtyard, and a few birds screamed and swooped into the distance, as if they were overly frightened.

The judge snorted coldly, and his eyes fell on the feather shuttlecock again.

The feather shuttlecock slowly stretched out her hand, her hand was originally empty, but she suddenly sneered, and more than a dozen feather shuttlecocks suddenly appeared in her hand during the laughter.

Terrible feather shuttlecock!

Killer feather shuttlecock!

The judge's face changed suddenly, and he gritted his teeth and hissed lightly, "Feather shuttlecock?"

The feather shuttlecock said coldly, "Hmph!"