Mysterious recovery: starting from the tricky post office

Chapter 98 Throwing Money (Please subscribe!)
"go!"
At this moment, Lin Xian could no longer hesitate, because there were too many ghosts coming, and the number even exceeded the number of buses at that time.
The footsteps in the darkness became noisier, and the nine people quickly hid in a nearby thatched hut.
The thatched house is very simple and has air leakage on all sides. It is basically the place where people used to store firewood.
But there is no other way, because there are very few buildings nearby, and the closest one to my group is this thatched cottage.
The thatched cottage was a little damp and very small, so there was basically no place for nine people to stay.
There is a rotten table that has long been out of shape in the house. The table is full of scratches from fingernails. It seems that the former encountered some danger when he entered here.
Nine pairs of eyes watched the mourning procession.
woohoo~
The amplification of the screams indicated that these ghosts were approaching, and they were also heading towards the inn.
When they got closer, they could see clearly.
The division of labor in this group of teams was clear. The people in the front were beating gongs and drums, and the people in the back were wearing mourning clothes and crying. But among this group of people, a coffin was strangely lifted up. After a burst of crying, someone in the group took the Something came out and was waving towards the sky.
That seems to be paper money!
Beat gongs, mourn, play drums, ring bells, scatter money, and carry coffins.
These ghosts seem to be arranging funeral arrangements for the people inside the coffin, and it is estimated that the next step is to bury them.
Such a shocking scene was witnessed by everyone snooping in the thatched house. Fortunately, these ghosts did not seem to notice them, but walked straight in the direction ahead.
The paper money fluttering in the sky soon fell behind the funeral procession. It seemed that every time they walked a certain distance, the ghosts would throw some paper money out.
This kind of situation was very common in the past. Generally, money was given to the little ghosts on the road when crying in mourning. The purpose was not to let them interfere with the progress of the team and not to bully the souls of the deceased.
But not only paper money, but also copper coins with round square holes.
Lin Xian was shocked when he saw this scene, because he was the only one among the group of people who knew the importance of paper money. It would be incredible if the mourning team scattered paper money.
After all, this kind of thing is extremely rare. Even if Yang Jian collected all the ghost money from the headquarters in the later period, the total amount would only amount to a few hundred.
"Do you know the money that goes into those things?"
Zhou Deng followed Lin Xian's gaze and noticed something was wrong, but after all, he had never touched paper money and did not know its use.
"I know a little bit." Lin Xian did not explain, but told Zhou Deng a lot of things, and he had to keep such beneficial things for himself.
This is not because I am stingy, but under the general environment, every ghost controller will do this. Even if it is Zhou Deng or Yang Jian, he will do the same thing as Lin Xian.
After waiting for these mourning ghosts to leave, the dark road finally became quiet again. Lin Xian originally thought that these ghosts were also going to the inn, but after seeing their disappearing figures, he gave up this idea.
Fortunately, I was just passing by, otherwise the difficulty of delivering the letter this time would have been terrifying.
After waiting for more than ten minutes and noticing that there was nothing unusual around him, Lin Xian slowly opened the wooden door.
When he reached the previous path, he guessed correctly that the mourning team was scattering paper money.
The ghost hand did not make direct contact, but picked it up through supernatural powers.
The light of the flashlight shone on it, and it turned out to be dull and yellowish, with strange wrinkles. This was genuine paper money, exactly the same as the paper money picked up in the post office last night.
"Three yuan."
It's cool to get, but the big numbers on it mark the amount of money on this piece of paper.
I picked up other paper money, and they were all of this type, including one yuan, three yuan, seven yuan, and various denominations.
Zhou Deng also picked up a piece of paper money on the ground, which was just one yuan paper money with the smallest denomination. He looked at it carefully and threw it to Lin Xian.
"Is this thing useful to you?" Zhou Deng asked curiously.
"It's not bad. I can buy some good things, which will at least make my life a little better." Lin Xian smiled, and he picked up almost all the paper money on the ground.
The scattered bits and pieces add up to a total of 38 yuan, most of which are in denominations of one yuan.
But the overall sum is quite a large number. Even if you go to the coffin shop, you can buy a few coffins and come back.
Zhou Deng shrugged. Although he didn't understand what Lin Xian did, he also took some paper money, but Lin Xian didn't notice it.
Anyone with a discerning eye can naturally see that these things have a purpose, but only Lin Xian knows where they are used.
What he took was three seven-yuan bills, which was the largest denomination among them.
Lin Xian bent down, picked up the last one-yuan note, and put it into his pocket, but then he moved his eyes to the other side of the path.
Beside the weeds, two copper coins appeared scattered.
This also appears to be ghost money, but in the form of coins.
The so-called non-rejection, such a good errand, Lin Xian naturally would not refuse, he also took the two copper coins into his pocket.
The other couriers were puzzled, because in their opinion, these dead money was extremely unlucky, and it was better not to encounter it. However, there might as well be a few sharp-eyed people among them, but due to Lin Xian's power, They didn't dare to pick it up.
After an episode, the nine continued to move towards the inn.
However, no more money was picked up along the way. It seemed that every time the mourning team scattered money indirectly, they would not scatter money along the way.
This also made him wonder how rich these ghosts were, and how could they spread such things so casually?
As the distance got closer, the appearance of the inn was gradually revealed. It was obviously not very far away, but it took them half an hour.
The time came to 11:30.
The inn was still brightly lit at the moment. Maybe Lin Xian had seen too many Republic of China-style buildings. Seeing something of this style again didn't have the same sense of surprise and freshness as at the beginning.
This inn has two floors, and the door is open. Obviously, this place is still in business. There are still many decorations inside, long tables, weird canvases, and even some objects hanging on the wall.
The inn is not very big, but the decoration is too weird, because the walls are not covered with wallpaper, but with something else.
Lin Xian stretched out his ghost hand and touched it. It was smooth and delicate. It didn't look like wallpaper, but more like human skin.
This place seems to be a family inn!
(End of this chapter)