The years when I opened a coffin shop in the world of Ninth Uncle

Chapter 1 Yin and Yang Pictorial Book
Xu Ping woke up quietly.

Opening his sleepy eyes, he looked over from the counter.

This is a coffin shop.

It is said that the coffin shop has everything that one expects to find besides coffins, ingot candles, shroud paper figurines, and all kinds of funeral supplies.

A kerosene lamp on the counter emits faint light, reflecting the confused eyes of young people.

where is this...

Chaotic memories flooded into Xu Ping's mind like a revolving lantern, flashing one by one in Xu Ping's mind.

Contemplating for a moment in confusion, Xu Ping couldn't laugh or cry, with mixed joy and sorrow.

"Through..."

"It's said that time travel is good, but it's really time travel, and it's enough to make people panic."

From my memory, I learned that this is a parallel time and space similar to the period of the Republic of China.

The warlords separated the regime, the people were in dire straits, and cholera was evil.

White bones cover the plains, and children are eaten when they are replaced, which happens from time to time.

He is now in the only coffin shop in Renjia Town, and this coffin shop was handed down by Xu Jiazu, the only way to make a living.

"Renjia Town, is it the Renjia Town in Uncle Jiu's world?"

Xu Ping was both worried and happy.

The worry is that this world is too chaotic, and it may not be peaceful to live.

The happy thing is that he has a family business to support his livelihood, and there is a righteous uncle Jiu who is around him.

"Why don't you take the time to visit and find out the door first, so that if something happens in the future, you won't be able to find someone."

After Xu Ping finished sorting out his memory, the idea of ​​looking for Uncle Jiu just came to his mind, when the door creaked and someone pushed it open.

The night wind swirls, floating in the air, and when it blows into the crack of the door, it sounds like a female ghost crying at night.

"Guest officer, you..."

Following the mottled moonlight that came in, Xu Ping got stuck in his mouth before he could see who was coming at the door.

A chilly air rushed straight from the tailbone to the top of the head.

There was a grandma standing at the door, her face was wrinkled, her eyes were gray, and she was full of lifelessness.

It's like the grandma in the Hong Kong film Yin Yang Road... Seeing her standing at the door, curled up, Xu Ping asked awkwardly: "Grandma, it's midnight, are you..."

"Trickster!"

"Grandma, what did you say?"

Xu Ping's question stuck on his lips again.

"Trickster!"

Frowning his good-looking sword eyebrows, Xu Ping took a look, his pupils suddenly contracted like needles, and his face was full of horror.

"No shadow..."

The grandma at the door, under the moonlight, there is no shadow under her feet.

This is a big joke...Xu Ping quietly touched the counter with his right hand. Next to the ledger and abacus, there was a gossip mirror.

Those who do ghost work, if they walk a lot at night, they will always bump into ghosts, so be prepared.

"You profiteer, go to hell!"

There was a vicious roar, and Grandma's body instantly turned into a plume of black smoke, rushing towards Xu Ping.

"Look in the mirror!"

Xu Ping held the gossip mirror in his hand, pointed it at the black smoke, and a flash of light illuminated the room.

"what!"

A shrill scream sounded from the coffin shop, and Grandma's body was forced out of the black smoke and fell heavily to the ground.

The ear-piercing and harsh screams resounded through the house, and the heart was shocked to hear it.

Xu Ping subconsciously covered his ears, but he still couldn't resist the howling of ghosts and wolves.

Nosebleeds flowed out slowly, and he covered his head with a splitting headache.

I don't know what to worry about, but Grandma turned into black smoke and rushed towards him again. Xu Ping, who was in a trance, was unprepared, and the black smoke that Grandma's ghost turned into immediately penetrated into his eyes.

A wave of evil spirits ran wildly in his body, Xu Ping foamed at the mouth, his eyeballs rolled, his eyes turned black, and he fell directly to the ground.

The gossip mirror in his hand fell off and fell to pieces.

Curled up on the ground, unable to make any sound, Xu Ping had difficulty breathing. The biting cold, like lying on ice, actually lifted his spirits.

"leave!"

With a curse, Xu Ping struggled unconsciously.

The evil spirit passed through the soul and reached the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness, trying to smash the newborn soul.

"boom!"

The memory of two lifetimes, a huge influx of information.

Grandma's soul body was overwhelmed, and was immediately expelled from her body, her shape was blurred and almost transparent.

"Peace and prosperity, the home of flowers..."

The old lady murmured, her eyes full of confusion.

Born in Renjia Town, died in Renjia Town.

The ignorant grandma never thought that there is such a beautiful place.

Immediately longing.

"Is there such a place in the world?"

Looking at Xu Ping who was panting heavily in front of her, Grandma looked very excited.

Seeing her inner thoughts, Xu Ping suppressed the panic in his heart, and comforted him softly: "Grandma, go reincarnate, I hope you can experience it personally in your next life."

The weak ghost took a deep look at him, the viciousness in his eyes receded, and he said quietly: "Young man, in the future, you must be honest when doing business."

Xu Ping was at a loss as he thought about it.

If the original owner offended her in some way, he should try to make it up, a person should not be without virtue.

"Grandma, you just called me a profiteer, why on earth?"

Looking at the pictures in his memory, Xu Ping really couldn't figure out how he offended her.

"The coffin that Ah Shou bought from you two days ago was quite short. Grandma, I curled up in it, and it was really uncomfortable, so..."

As Grandma spoke, Xu Ping recalled.

About seven days ago, there was indeed a man who came to buy a coffin.

And he specified the coffins for children, just because the coffins used less materials and were cheaper.

At that time, the original owner thought it was his child who died suddenly, and felt sad, and the price was quite favorable.

Unfilial son, not being a son of man, implicating Lao Tzu.

Looking at his mother who had been kept in the dark, if she confessed the whole thing, lest her resentment would grow again and she would suffer unwarranted disasters, Xu Ping pondered for a moment, and said softly: "Grandma, boy, you know, you can go at ease. Yes, I will burn some paper money for you."

After hearing these words, the grandmother was both relieved and looking forward to it. With yearning for the new world, her soul and body gradually disappeared into the air.

"call……"

Watching Grandma's ghost gradually dissipate, Xu Ping's tense nerves finally relaxed.

"I ran into ghosts when I first came here, it's really exciting."

The excitement of the rest of the life after the catastrophe has not yet faded, and I don't want to suddenly feel in a trance.

Black mist slowly filled in front of his eyes, surging like ink.

Surrounded by demons and monsters grinning in the mist, ghosts and ghosts splatter freely like splashed ink, which is very strange.

Finally, the mist began to gather, outlining a dark black picture scroll with four strange characters on it:
"Yin Yang Illustrated Book"

The picture scroll unfolded slowly, and the black mist outlined a wronged soul, with a row of characters below.

The sky is dry and the earth is Kun, and the sky is yang and the earth is yin.

All things have spirits, all of which are yin and yang.

Overcoming evil spirits: resenting ghosts.

Obtain reward: blood pupil piercing technique.

The moment he saw the wronged soul, a black smoke curled up and poured into his mind along the seven orifices.

In an instant, obscure and complicated strange spells flooded into my mind.

As the saying goes,
Paper figurines don’t close their eyes, paper horses don’t raise their manes when they stand on their feet, and they don’t hear people laughing and horses barking. If you don’t remember the King of Hades’ invitation.

The extra knowledge of spells is like practicing for many years. The craftsmanship of paper figurines and the way of endowing spirits are all clearly presented in my mind.

Xu Ping woke up from a trance, his eyes revealed surprise, and his face was full of excitement.

"This is... a cheat!"

(End of this chapter)