When the boss begged for mercy just now, Bai Yue and Jian Yu were still very lively. Later, Xie Pingsheng started to choose a coffin and couldn't hear anything.
Bai Yue squatted for a while, and was so anxious that he scratched his head, and he wanted to throw his ears over.
"Why didn't Senior Shi hit him?" Bai Yue said strangely: "He must have cheated Senior Shi for a lot of money before, and he doesn't look like such a easy-to-talk person."
Bai Yuezheng was confused and unbalanced. Suddenly, after a long period of silence, he heard a wow sound.
The boss burst into tears.
Xie Pingsheng finally picked the one he wanted, a pure black coffin.
"It's him." Xie Pingsheng held the black coffin in his hand: "Senior, do you think this is OK?"
Shi Wentian nodded.
Then the boss cried with a wow.
When Bai Yue heard the boss crying, he felt as sweet as drinking honey water. After listening happily for a while, he walked away with Jian Yu.
The boss looked at Shi Wentian with tears in his eyes and paid for the money. The white silver notes were one by one, but he was really not happy.
As a junior who wants to please his elders, Xie Pingsheng should be in front of paying the bill at this time, but he really has no choice. Although he is not short of money, as an ordinary person, he really can't afford so much money.
Even a young man like Jian Yu can't even take out the floor without blinking his eyes, he can't let it go.
Shi Wentian took the 45,000 taels of silver bills in the boss's arms. Seeing that the boss was still crying, he suddenly said, "By the way, Lao Liu, have you ever cheated Shirakawa?"
The boss suddenly solidified, and he slowly opened his mouth and let out a whistle.
He dared not say that he had cheated, because in some ways, Shirakawa's temper is not as good as Shi Wentian. Shi Wentian can only make him bleeding, but Shirakawa can really kill him.
But he didn't dare to say at this time, I had never cheated Shirakawa. I dared not cheat him, I only dared to cheat you. Shi Wentian may not be able to withstand the grievances of favoring one and the other.
Shi Wentian smiled: "Do you know who the girl who bought something from you just now is?"
The boss was stunned.
Shi Wentiandao: "She is Shirakawa's niece."
With a whistle, the silver notes in the boss's arms fell to the ground one after another.
"You know me?" The boss said sadly and angrily: "She cheated me?"
Everyone felt that it was particularly funny to hear the word "error" from him.
Shi Wentian comforted the boss: "There are talents in the country, and a generation of new people will replace old people. If you go up the mountain, you will eventually meet tigers. Think about it."
This was Shi Wentian's praise of Bai Yue, but Bai Yue couldn't hear it. She was already satisfied and went shopping with Jian Yu. She took a fancy to a bunch of leaves.
Bai Yue squatted on the ground and picked up pieces one by one. They were dried flowers, dried leaves and dried fruits sold by an old lady. They had different postures. Bai Yue liked them very much. After picking up a few pieces, he simply wrapped them in circles.
Not all the owners of the ghost market were Lao Liu. Bai Yue only spent five taels of silver to take a bag with satisfaction, and the old lady also finished work and went home with satisfaction.
Jian Yu didn't quite understand: "What do you want this leaf to do?"
"You can paste a picture." Bai Yue explained: "There is a big white wall in my house. I want to use real flowers and leaves to paste a spring scenery in the mountains and rivers. Look, on one side, the bones represent death, while on the other side, the other side
It’s a spring flower and green tree that represents rebirth, how great it is.”
The house Bai Yue mentioned was her forensic room, and there was also an empty wall. It was supposed to be a painting of famous people, landscapes, and other things, but she was not satisfied and always felt that there was something missing.
After saying this, Jian Yu suddenly realized it.
If you decide on your territory, you can do whatever you want. Anyway, that place is no longer like the world, so why not be a little bit in the underworld?
Jian Yu was holding the leaves, Bai Yue was very satisfied, and the coffin just now came to Xie Pingsheng's hands, that is, hers.
She could understand why a carved coffin was so expensive because it contained information. For Shi Wentian and the others, the important thing was information, not the box containing information, which would definitely be obtained.
The two were walking around when they suddenly heard someone sighing in front of them: "It looks really like it, my mother, it looks really like it, and it hurts to look at me."
Although the ghost market is treacherous, there are quite a few people selling things, and there are more than two of them who buy things. Not only do they have gadgets, but they also sell food, and some even sell paintings.
The live painting is of course not a sketch or a character drawn from thick ink and heavy colors, but unlike the side, the stall only draws the time when people are about to die.
The stall owner was a young man, gentle and gentle, and looked like a weak scholar. He set up a table with pen, ink, paper, ink, and paints of various colors.
Someone had just finished painting a photo, and Bai Yue and Jian Yu took a look.
Although they are all bold people, it is quite terrifying to see such paintings in the so-called ghost market in the middle of the night.
The painting is a man who pays for his facial features to buy paintings, but this painting is different from ordinary figure paintings.
The man in the picture was almost engulfed in the sea of fire. He struggled to climb out, but half of his face was burned black. He stretched out his arms to ask for help, his clothes were gone, and his arms were like charcoal.
The expression on the man's face was very painful. The pain was so real that after seeing it, I felt that a living person was struggling, and it seemed that he could hear the heart-wrenching howling sound.
As I saw that this man could not survive.
"It's so similar, so it looks terrible." The man praised the money while paying for it.
Bai Yue couldn't help but say, "Young Master, don't you think... isn't it good if you buy such a painting?"
Neither are afraid of being unlucky.
The man was so scary that his portrait was full of goose bumps, but he was quite satisfied. When Bai Yue asked this, he didn't care and said excitedly: "What's the matter? I heard from my friend, just look for something fresh and interesting."
There are curious people who don’t believe in evil everywhere, regardless of the past or present.
The man rolled up the picture and left with satisfaction.
This painting is quite expensive, twenty taels of silver per piece. Xie Pingsheng also sold paintings before, but one picture was less than one tael of silver. It was really a world of chaos.
"Miss, young master, do you want to draw one?" The boss cleaned up the table and took out a booklet: "I have various ways to die here, burned, drowned, and poisoned..."
The booklet was opened, and it was written one by one, and the price was clearly marked. The price was different in different shapes. The cheapest twenty taels was the burned one just now when the man drew it.
The most expensive one is actually 150 taels.
"This is hard to draw." The boss explained: "So it's a little more expensive, and the knife wounds need to be more delicate."
One hundred and fifty taels of death are to be cut to death and corpses spread on the streets.
Bai Yue's brows became more and more tighter and he thought for a while and said, "Boss, do you have to draw me? I'll give you more money, can you draw someone else for me?"