"Ghost Town", Fengdu.dt.com

"Boom!"

A pale to white lightning suddenly pierced the dense and cold rain curtain, and the sky suddenly brightened.

At the corner of the long street, the hanging horizontal plaque of "No. 13 Coffin Shop" lit up together, and the six big characters in blood red became more and more poignant and unapproachable.

When the electric light started, the white-haired man in the rain just raised his head and glanced at the plaque of "No. 13 Coffin Shop".

It was a handsome and lonely middle-aged man, thin and melancholy, with a deep loneliness between his eyebrows, a pair of bright eyes full of sea and mulberry fields, and the kind of affection and tenderness that taught beautiful girls to pound their hearts.

At the moment when the lightning swept across the sky, the silver-haired man looked up at the plaque of "No. 13 Coffin Shop", but the man's expression at that moment was deep thinking with a smile.

I saw the silver-haired man cough lightly a few times, and then he lowered his head and hurried into the coffin.

There are not many people in the coffin shop behind the rain curtain on the eaves.

There were three people in total.

In front of the Kuroki counter, there is an old shopkeeper wearing a kudzu cloth robe with reading glasses.

Crouching on the side of the counter, yawning on one side of the abacus and on the other, it was the bookkeeper who had washed white and had a few square patches.

And in the hall sawing rivets, it was a bare-chested and bearded man.

, everything is normal.

Since the opening of this "Thirteenth Coffin Shop", it has been these three people who have maintained the business.

The old shopkeeper in a kudzu cloth robe and glasses greeted the guests, the bookkeeper in a square patch took care of the accounts, and the shirtless man was responsible for some heavy physical work.

The three of them have a certain division of labor and cooperate very tacitly.

The silver-haired man flashed under the eaves to hide from the rain, suddenly, there were three people in rain hats, approaching from the corner of the street, although the rain hats were pressed low, but they couldn't hide the fierce eyes that wanted to shoot through the hats.

The three of them walked in front of the coffin, and before they arrived at the coffin shop, the man walked inward to the counter and said in a deep voice: "Boss, today's business seems to be very deserted!"

Ge Buyi's shopkeeper said with a smile: "Recently, this area has been living peacefully, no bandits, no natural disasters, no lawsuits, no diseases, fewer people have died, so naturally our business has faded." ”

The rain hat man replied in a low voice, and said: "Prepare a good 'Wuzhou' paulownia coffin for the master, if you want the best, the master is not short of silver." ”

The old shopkeeper saw this ghost weather, and there was business coming to the door, so he greeted happily: "Big Tiger, quickly prepare the things that the guest master wants, Mr. Qiu, don't sit there, don't you make a pot of good tea for the three guest masters to go to the cold?"

The bookkeeper with the patch and the shirtless guy agreed separately and went to work, leaving the old shopkeeper to chat with the man without a word.

The other two women, one tall in stature, had gone to the back door to make a fire, and the other was diminutive, and the other was sitting down in front of the steps under the eaves of the front door

As soon as the silver-haired man had already understood, the three rain hats, one in front and one in the back, blocked the three major ways of life of the coffin shop, he hesitated slightly, and the old shopkeeper saw that he was drenched in the rain outside the door, so he raised his voice and called:

"The master who passed by, if you don't buy a coffin, don't worry, come in and bake the fire to avoid the rain, it's not easy to go out. ”

The silver-haired man replied, "Thank you, shopkeeper." He walked forward, and the short woman in front of the stairs looked up quickly, and on an ugly face with compact facial features, two cold lightning flashes were also ruthless, and glanced at the silver-haired man.

After just one glance at him, she quickly lowered her brow again, and no longer /p >

The silver-haired man was about to go to the coffin shop, suddenly heard a splash of water, a sedan chair turned out at the corner of the street in the distance, two people carrying the sedan chair, a big man with a black fat grimace in front, and a young man with an ape arm and bee waist in the back, the two of them sank and fell, the sedan chair was lifted very quickly, and the old high water splashed on the feet, and they arrived in front of the coffin shop in a moment.

The woman in the sedan chair commanded, and the sedan chair chose a dry place in front of the steps and put it down.

The silver-haired man had a touch of crimson clothes, stretched out a corner, and the long-armed young man held an umbrella in one hand and lifted the sedan curtain embroidered with auspicious clouds and blue birds with the other.

In the sedan chair, a pink embroidered shoe was slowly handed out, and the soothing and beautiful movements were so elegant and gentle, making the rain in the air become like rain, and it instantly softened.

Then, a beautiful hand stretched out from the curtain and put it on the horizontal wood in front of the sedan chair.

The beautiful hand is delicate and delicate, with five slender nails, coated with a faint impatiens juice, the owner of this beautiful hand must be delicate and weak, so he has to take the horizontal wood in front of the sedan chair to come out.

-- This gentle and gentle movement alone made every man inside and outside the coffin shop involuntarily have the urge to step forward and help her out of the sedan chair.

I only heard the woman in the sedan chair say: "Zhan Fei, has the ground arrived?"

The woman's voice was crisp and firm, with three points of heroic spirit, like a gorgeous and dazzling sword, rushing towards the stream, and it was even more golden and bright.

With this voice, the silver-haired man can already outline the impression of a mature woman in a sedan chair with a coquettish silhouette.

The long-armed young man had a flattering smile floating on his cheeks: "Palace Master, the 'Thirteenth Coffin Shop' has arrived." ”

At this time, the old shopkeeper of the "No. 13 coffin shop" shouted and happily greeted the general: "The palace master of Wan'er is here, the palace master of Wan'er is here...... Mr. Qiu, big tiger, don't come out to greet the guests yet!"

The big tiger answered, and trotted to the inner hall to make tea and pour water and tea with a courteous face, and Mr. Qiu also diligently dusted his feather duster and carefully dusted his face on the old rosewood chair that had been polished black and shiny.

The silver-haired man and the woman in palace clothes who had just leaned out of the sedan chair and got under the oil-paper umbrella held up by the long-armed young man clearly took a look.

In the haze and rain fog, a hibiscus-like face under the umbrella shadow, a slender waist under the pan cloud shirt, Ying Ying held it, she was delicate and weak next to the long-armed young man, and there was a kind of squeamishness and arrogance between the eyebrows, mixed together, making her beautiful.

The woman in the palace dress also seemed to catch a glimpse of the silver-haired man under the eaves, her flower face changed slightly, and she said something to the fat sweat in black in a low voice, and then the face of the black fat man also changed.

The palace woman's dress moved, and under the careful support of the long-armed youth, she walked without splashing and entered the coffin shop.

"It's her!" the silver-haired man was stunned, grabbed the wine gourd at his waist, raised his head and drank a few strong drinks, coughed a few times, and then walked slowly into the shop.

The old shopkeeper was running before and after at this time, and entertained the girl called "Wan'er Palace Master" with a smile, who was not only a big customer, but also an old customer.

Wan'er is holding a cup of tea, a few pieces of green tea leaves, floating on the tea surface, the aroma of the teacup is curling, and it seems that the wind and rain outside are cold and the furnace tea inside is warm.

As soon as the silver-haired man entered the shop, the shirtless guy named "Big Tiger" asked with raised eyebrows: "Guest officer, do you want a coffin or buy sacrifices?"

The silver-haired man coughed: "Pass by the treasure number below, borrow a place to shelter from the rain." ”

"The guest came to shelter from the rain, and he is still a guest, big tiger, go and move the stool for this uncle to sit on. The old shopkeeper did not forget to give instructions in his busy manner.

Dahu reluctantly went to the inner room, moved a long bench out, and threw it on the ground.

The silver-haired man didn't care, he sat down on the bench, unplugged it, and took a big sip of wine.

Mr. Qiu, the bookkeeper, only glanced at him and muttered, "Good wine is also strong wine." ”

The spicy liquor warmed the cold stomach, and the wet clothes on the silver-haired man's body were slightly exposed to the white vapor as soon as they were baked close to the fire.

The fire under the stove was blazing, and the water in the kettle made a "zizi" sound, and the water was boiling.

The silver-haired man kept coughing lightly, and the palace woman Wan'er never looked back at the silver-haired man again, and the warm red stove fire was reflected on the side cheeks of the palace woman Wan'er, and the red was like a late-blooming flower on the other side.

Just when this long street was quiet and empty, the wind blew desolate, the rain fell lonely, the fire burned thickly, the people sat lonely, and a feeling of infinite desolation on the rivers and lakes arose in their hearts.

- The person who was waiting for it has finally appeared!

The silver-haired man tied the wine gourd back to his waist, and a pair of melancholy and sad eyes suddenly emitted a bright chill.

The hooves of the thunder horses came to an abrupt end with a long roar!

Three young men and women in silk clothes and rain hats, in the front, middle and back directions, god shape and body shape, all shook together.

The coffin shop door rolled up the bead curtains on both sides, and a middle-aged guest strode in, with an iron face and a righteous face, with a long beard and a smile on his face, but he had the prestige of waving the command flag to thousands of troops.

As soon as this person entered the coffin shop, he took off the purple coat that was covering the outside, and said with a smile: "Boss He, order three coffins first." ”

The old shopkeeper hurriedly walked out of the counter, bowed and laughed and accompanied the tea and said: "Uncle Shen, what are your orders, you send someone to inform you, why are you embarrassed to trouble you to come in person in the rain......"

The iron-faced middle-aged man with long hair said with a smile: "Don't worry, prepare for the old man's future, and you must personally see it before you can rest assured." ”

Suddenly, I heard a voice say gloomily and coldly: "Mr. Shen, you have a heart." ”

The man who spoke was a low-hanging man in front of the counter, he looked up, his eyes were blank, but his face was murderous.

The iron-faced middle-aged man with long hair raised his eyebrows, and a woman's voice behind him said in a gloomy voice: "Shen Zhongxia, we finally found you!"

Shen Zhongxia's eyes were as bright as stars, and he smiled: "Dugu Remnant Peak?!"