Mysterious Recovery

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Yang Jian and Lin Yunhui kept walking along Ghost Street, until at last the shops on both sides of the street disappeared, and when only this old bluestone road remained, a lonely house began to appear in sight.

"It's almost there. The coffin shop is in front of me. Last time I came here by accident, but I didn't enter the coffin shop. Instead, I turned around and left at this point. So strictly speaking, this time will be the first time I have met this coffin shop. coffin shop."

Yang Jian looked at Lin Yunhui again as he spoke: "If you have any important information, I suggest you disclose it in advance."

"I went in before and bought a coffin, but I didn't stay long and left soon. I didn't encounter any danger, and I couldn't give any useful information. I only know that a coffin was very expensive at that time, and it took three Sixteen yuan ghost money, I don’t know if it’s still the same price now.” Lin Zhiwei said.

Yang Jiandao: "The price of thirty-six yuan you mentioned should have been a long time ago, and it is no longer the price now. When I came last time, there was a voice from the coffin shop, saying that a coffin was eighteen yuan, but Now that some time has passed, the price may change again.”

"If you just want to buy a coffin, you have enough money in your hands, and you won't encounter any trouble, unless...you have ideas about this coffin shop." Lin Yunhui said.

"I have the intention of robbing the coffin shop." Yang Jian said directly without hiding anything.

Lin Yunhui wasn't surprised either, but said slightly in thought: "It's not like ghost masters have thought about robbing the coffin shop before, but the risk is very high, because I haven't heard of anyone succeeding when I was alive."

"Understand the situation first," Yang Jian said.

Although he has ideas, he will not act impulsively, especially now that he can afford a coffin, he has to weigh the pros and cons.

Soon, two people stood in front of this lonely coffin shop.

The door of the coffin shop was open, and a yellowish, dim oil lamp was burning inside.

Oil lamps hang in mid-air barely illuminating the entire shop.

In the store, there are coffins of the same size and shape. The only difference is that the colors of these coffins are different. Some coffins are painted with black paint and have a founding character written on them, which looks dark and strange. , Some coffins are painted with red paint, which is as bright as blood and also very permeable.

There are also coffins that are the color of logs, and it seems that they have not been fully made and have not been painted.

Yang Jian stood at the door and looked around for a while, making sure of the situation of the coffin shop, and then walked in with a bit of vigilance.

From the observation just now, it seems that there is no big difference between the coffin shop and the other shops on the brain computer street. They are also open for business, but the things they sell are different.

But his intuition told Yang Jian that there must be something special about the shop that sells coffins, otherwise this shop would not have opened so far alone.

Just when I walked to the door of the coffin shop, a faint voice came from the originally dead coffin shop: "Take a look, a good coffin only costs ten yuan."

ten yuan?

Yang Jian's expression moved slightly, it was even cheaper than the last time he came here, and it was much cheaper, it dropped eight yuan in one breath.

It seems that the business of this coffin shop is getting worse and worse, and the price has to be reduced.

But even if the price of the coffin shop drops, ten yuan is still a lot of money for Yang Jian now.

In order to prevent accidents, Yang Jian also took out the ghost money when he entered the door. This time, he was smart and only took out a piece of ghost money of seven yuan and a piece of three yuan, which was just enough to buy a coffin.

Walking into the coffin shop with ghost money in hand, I felt a little more at ease.

The spooky coffin shop seemed less scary at this time.

"If you are imprisoning a ghost, you have to buy a black coffin. If you want to deal with the recovery of the ghost like I did before, then you have to buy a red coffin." Lin Yunhui, who was on the side, reminded.

But even if she didn't remind Yang Jian, she knew the functions of different coffins.

So what he wanted to buy this time was a red coffin.

Maybe he might not necessarily need the red coffin, but he was prepared.

"I want to buy a red coffin." Yang Jian said slightly holding up the ghost money in his hand.

He didn't want to cause trouble yet, and planned to buy the coffin according to the normal rules.

If all goes well, he'll close the deal and leave Ghost Street, avoiding complications.

The unidentified voice in the coffin shop resounded faintly again: "The red coffin has been sold out, let's choose another one."

Sold out?

Looking at the several red coffins in the shop, Yang Jian suddenly showed a strange expression on his face.

So many red coffins, you said they were sold out?

Isn't this full of nonsense?

"I want this coffin." Yang Jian took a few steps to the side and put his hand on the lid of a red coffin.

"That coffin has already been reserved, and it cannot be sold to you." The voice in the coffin shop continued to echo.

"What about this one?" Yang Jian set his sights on the red coffin next to him.

"Also pre-ordered."

"What about this coffin?"

"It's booked."

"..."

Yang Jian found that no matter which red coffin he chose, the answer he gave was reserved.

But ever since Taiping Ancient Town was flooded by the ghost lake, no living people have come to this ghost street at all, so no one would come here to order the red coffin.

Even if there were, it would be impossible to buy all the red coffins.

"How can you sell me a red coffin." Yang Jian asked with a sullen face.

"The second customer's deposit is higher than the first customer's, so you can buy the reserved coffin." The voice explained.

"It means that you can't buy a coffin for ten yuan, and you need to pay more, right?" Yang Jian finally understood the meaning of the coffin shop.

After a long time, it turned out that I wanted to sit on the ground and raise the price.

A coffin for ten yuan is just for selling, to attract customers into the store, but when you really want to buy it, you find that the coffin here cannot be bought for ten yuan at all, and every coffin has been reserved.

"How much do I need to add?" Yang Jian asked patiently holding back his displeasure.

The voice in the coffin shop replied: "The last customer paid a deposit of seven yuan, you need to exceed this amount."

Seven dollars?

In other words, Yang Jian had to add at least one yuan, so the price of the red coffin would return to eighteen yuan.

etc.

Yang Jian soon discovered something was wrong again.

The ghost money in his hand is three yuan, seven yuan denomination, if it is an extra one yuan, there is no way to pay, so he can only add three yuan to pay twenty yuan, and the coffin shop will get back two yuan at that time.

But, is there a denomination of two yuan for ghost money?

If not, does that mean that the coffin shop doesn't intend to change the money and just eat the two yuan?

Routine.

His mother is full of routines, this is not a serious coffin shop at all, but a proper black shop.

No wonder the owner of the Chinese medicine shop suggested that he could rob the coffin shop last time. It seems that the owner of the Chinese medicine shop also knows that the coffin shop is not a good thing. If it is a serious business like the paper-making shop, If there is no deception, how could people have the idea of ​​robbing it.

What Yang Jian hated the most in his life was female merchants, black merchants, and now he has the idea of ​​burning down the coffin shop.

But thinking that he was facing the risk of the ghost's recovery, he held back his breath for the time being.

"I'll give you twenty yuan, and sell me this red coffin." Yang Jian couldn't help but fish out another ten yuan ghost money from his pocket.

"Deal!" The voice in the coffin shop sounded immediately, as if he couldn't wait.

Yang Jian's face was dark, he just felt that he was brutally slaughtered by the female businessman.

After a sum of money, I feel very heartbroken.

He could only comfort himself in this way, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com After he solved the problem of the ghost's recovery, he would come back to this coffin shop to settle the score.

Just as he was thinking this way, the voice in the coffin shop sounded again: "A red coffin is 20 yuan, but you have to pay an additional 4 yuan for carrying the coffin."

Coffin-carrying fee?

And it's still four yuan?

The coffin shop actually wanted to slaughter Yang Jian for six yuan.

Because there is no way to pay four yuan, only two three yuan ghost money can be paid.

After Yang Jian became a ghost master, his feelings have been very weak, but at this moment, there is still a wave of anger that was picked out.

With a gloomy face, he didn't say a word, but silently put away the twenty yuan ghost money in his hand, and then tightly held the red spear in his hand, and at the same time, ghostly fires began to appear around him.

This black shop must not be used anymore, it must be dealt with today.