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

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

But when he turned to leave, there was a creaking sound in the coffin shop, as if the coffin board was being lifted. At the same time, a strange voice echoed: "Young man, buy a coffin. You will need it sooner or later. As long as you

Eighteen yuan..."

Just like a paper shop.

There is also a voice shouting.

But the price offered this time was beyond imagination.

A piece of paper costs three yuan, a mask only costs three yuan, and a coffin costs eighteen yuan.

Can't afford it.

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

So he left faster when the offer came out.

Because once provoked, Yang Jian wouldn't even have the chance to spend money to ward off the disaster, so he had to fight with the coffin shop.

The cry only sounded once and then never happened again.

Yang Jian turned back the same way, and the coffin shop behind him quickly disappeared into the darkness.

Faintly, the sound of knocking and sawing wood echoed in that area again.

Soon.

Yang Jian passed by the previous paper-making shop again, but strangely, the two paper figures, one black and one white, at the door of the paper-making shop changed their positions again. This time, they were standing inside the shop instead of outside.

at the same time.

The stall selling masks in front also disappeared.

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

I looked at the time.

At this time, Yang Jian realized that after walking around, it was already five-fifty before he knew it, and it would be six o'clock in ten minutes.

"It's night after six o'clock. Isn't this street closed at night?" Yang Jian felt a shiver in his heart and quickened his pace.

The ghost post office is like this too.

Lights out at six o'clock.

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

When Yang Jian was about to leave the street, he saw a man in front of him. The man seemed to be ready to leave after shopping.

The man's back was turned to him, he was wearing old-style clothes, he was taller and looked a bit different.

"Who are you?" he tried to shout and say hello.
Chapter completed!