Mysterious Recovery

Chapter 1061: coffin shop

Chapter 1096 Coffin Shop

At this moment, Yang Jian didn't want to provoke weird things here, he planned to spend money in this paper tie shop.

Use the three yuan you got before.

He didn't plan to spend the remaining seven yuan, so he had to keep it just in case.

"Sanyuan buys a paper figurine, what should I buy?" Yang Jian looked at the living things in the paper shop.

The most striking thing is the beautiful paper figure who came out of the pile of paper figures.

The beautiful paper figure had a **** face, a melon-seeded face, a slender waist, and a scarlet blush painted on her snow-white face. There was both a sense of beauty and a sense of strangeness. The two came together to form a Such a unique paper figure.

"You can't buy paper figurines. People like this are full of great uncertainty. Once provoked, they may cause me trouble, so I absolutely can't buy any paper figurines here with my three yuan. You must buy an item to take with you." Yang Jian stared at the beautiful paper figurine.

He never thought of buying this beautiful paper figurine.

After all, he now has a liar ghost necklace, and with the ability of ghosts, he can shape living people at will.

Be it a beautiful woman or a handsome guy, they are just a layer of meaningless flesh.

Looking back.

Yang Jian looked at the other things in the paper tie shop.

A three-storey villa with a paper cover, tables and chairs made of paper, cabinets made of paper, teapots and cups made of paper... After looking around, there was nothing that particularly interested him.

Maybe he came a little late.

Some goods have been bought by people before, and what is left are some useless things, and even some things are still incomplete and incomplete, as if they have not been completed due to the deadline.

"It's normal for good things to be bought by people in the past." Yang Jian didn't care, he was still choosing carefully, and at the same time, he had some bottom line in his heart.

He saw three things.

A three-story villa made of paper, a two-story wooden boat made of paper, and a black round hat made of paper.

As for those strange paper figures, he was completely out of his scope.

Yang Jian was inclined towards the black round hat in his heart, but he thought that the next thing he was going to deal with was the Ghost Lake incident, maybe the paper boat would be of some help.

"Choose that paper boat."

In the end, he made a decision. He put the three yuan worth of money on the counter in the paper shop, then walked to an inconspicuous corner and picked up the paper boat that was less than twenty centimeters long.

The paper boat was covered in dust, apparently abandoned for a long time.

Moreover, it is thrown into a dark corner, and it is easy to be overlooked. It belongs to the kind of unsold goods that cannot be sold.

In fact, Yang Jian also felt that this thing was useless, but the current situation made him feel that if he didn't choose this paper boat, he might regret it.

Just like spending money to buy peace of mind.

After he paid, he turned around again.

The two paper figurines blocking the road at the door of the store didn't know when they gave way and continued to stand in their previous positions.

The strange voice that echoed in his ears also disappeared.

All the anomalies subsided, and even Yang Jian felt that the cold atmosphere in the store had dissipated a lot.

Sure enough.

It is the master who consumes it.

Yang Jian left the paper shop with the useless paper boat.

He didn't linger, and continued to walk to the front of the street, he wanted to see what else was on the street.

But it didn't take long after Yang Jian left.

Inside the paper tie shop.

The beautiful paper figurine who was standing still had two lines of water under her eyes at this moment, as if she was crying because Yang Jian didn't bury it. It was very strange.

But Yang Jian didn't know all this.

He continued down the street.

The further you go, the more shops are closed around. Some shops have even been abandoned, and even the roof has collapsed, becoming a pile of ruins.

Desolate, abandoned, weird.

The street has changed at this moment. Yang Jian has gone too deep, but he still hasn't come to the end, and he can continue to walk.

It's just that the surrounding light is getting darker. It was daytime before, but now it's night, and there are more and more ruins. In the end, there aren't even any ruins, it's just bare. Only this bluestone road is still there. It has not yet reached the end, and it continues to extend, extending into the darkness.

"It turns out that this is an endless spiritual street. At this point, you have to turn around. You can't go any further, or you may lose yourself." Yang Jian probably understood in his heart.

This is a ghost street that does not exist in reality.

As for who built it, it is unknown, but now most of this ghost street has been abandoned.

And over time, the more shops closed and the more buildings collapsed in this place, the street will gradually shorten until it may even disappear in the end.

However, judging from the ruins of these buildings, this place must have been prosperous before.

"Let's go back." Yang Jian walked a little further.

At this time, the buildings on both sides of the road completely disappeared, leaving only a bare bluestone road.

Everything has been explored clearly, and it can be regarded as no regrets.

But just when Yang Jian was about to turn back and leave, he peeked forward with a ghostly eye, and unexpectedly saw a shop not far ahead standing bare in the darkness.

The store has not collapsed, nor has it closed down, and it is still operating.

Because Yang Jian saw that the door of the shop was open.

"It's not too far away, let's have a look."

Yang Jian hesitated for a while, he estimated the distance, and carefully observed the surroundings to make sure there was nothing abnormal, and then decided to visit the last shop.

That shop is the only one left around here.

Alone and hidden in the dim environment, looming.

Anyone who came to this street for the first time would not be able to get as far as Yang Jian, so this shop should be hard to find.

Yang Jian didn't get too close.

His ghost eyes ignored the dim environment and saw clearly.

"Coffin shop!"

Three large black characters hung on the white plaque, telling Yang Jian what the last shop was selling.

It was actually selling coffins.

Inside the opened store door, there was a coffin in the middle.

It was a black coffin, with bright paint and no dust at all. It was very new, and it was finished, not that kind of incomplete.

"Black coffin." Yang Jian saw some bad memories in his mind when he saw this thing.

At the beginning, the ghost was imprisoned in a black coffin.

However, the black ghost coffin was destroyed for various reasons.

Unexpectedly, there is a new black coffin in this Taiping Ancient Town.

"Black coffins represent danger. In the old custom, black coffins were used only after the death of people who died violently and resentment, and red coffins were used for those who died of old age and mourning, such as sending letters before. The corpse of the old man in the ancient house during the mission was buried in a red coffin."

Yang Jian was thoughtful, he approached carefully, trying to learn more information.

He found that there was a black coffin in the middle of the coffin shop, and there were other coffins on the left and right sides. There were several red coffins of different sizes, and a few coffins were of log color and had not been painted.

All the coffins add up to at least seven or eight.

This coffin shop really lives up to its name, and it sells all coffins.

"There is movement inside." Suddenly, Yang Jian heard some small voices coming from the coffin shop.

He listened carefully.

However, he found some sounds of beating and sawing wood coming from the coffin shop. It seemed that people were working inside to make new coffins.

But what made Yang Jian horrified was that when he tried to get closer again, he found that the sound inside stopped abruptly.

Everything around him fell into silence.

"Are there really people making coffins in this place?" Yang Jian couldn't be sure that there would really be people living in such a coffin shop.

Most of the time he suspected that there was a ghost wandering around here.

Thinking of this, he stepped back.

I don't want to be in trouble.

It's enough to walk around and see. There are too many strange things here. Yang Jian doesn't want to break the balance and cause trouble, especially at this juncture.

So Yang Jian turned and left without hesitation, without approaching the last coffin shop.

But when he turned to leave, there was a creaking sound from the coffin shop, like the movement of the coffin board being lifted, and at the same time a voice echoed strangely: "Young man, buy a coffin, it will be useful sooner or later, as long as Eighteen dollars..."

Just like a paper tie shop.

There is also a voice calling for sales.

But this time the price was beyond imagination.

A paper talent costs three yuan, a mask costs three yuan, and a coffin costs eighteen yuan.

I can't afford it.

Yang Jian had seven yuan left in his hand, and in front of the coffin shop was a thoroughly poor man.

So when this offer came out, he walked faster.

Because once he gets involved, Yang Jian doesn't even have the chance to spend money to eliminate the disaster, so he has to fight to the death with this coffin shop.

This cry of hawking only sounded once and never came back.

Yang Jian turned back on the original road, and the coffin shop behind him quickly disappeared into the darkness.

Vaguely, the place reverberated with the sound of beating, beating, and sawing wood.

After a while~www.readwn.com~ Yang Jian passed by the previous paper tie shop again, but strangely, the black and white paper figures at the entrance of the paper tie shop changed their positions again. This time they were standing there. Inside the store, not standing outside the store.

at the same time.

The mask-buying booth in front also disappeared.

Some shops have even closed their doors and are no longer open.

Looked at the time.

Only at this time did Yang Jian realize that after walking around, it was five o'clock before he knew it, and six o'clock in ten minutes.

"It's night after six o'clock. Is this street closed at night?" Yang Jian froze in his heart and quickened his pace.

The ghost post office is also like this.

Lights out at six.

It seems that the supernatural places of that era all have something in common.

When he was about to leave the street, Yang Jian saw a man in front of him. The man seemed to have finished shopping and was about to leave.

The man had his back to him, and he was wearing old-fashioned clothes. He was taller and looked a little different.

"Who are you?" He tried to shout and say hello.