Mysterious resurgence

Yang Jian didn't want to provoke the weird things here at the moment, so he planned to spend money in this paper-making shop.

Use the three yuan I got before that.

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

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

The most eye-catching thing is the beautiful paper figurine walking out from the pile of paper figurines.

The beautiful paper doll has big black braids, an oval face, a slender waist, and scarlet blush on her snow-white face. It has both a sense of beauty and a sense of weirdness. The two come together to form a Such a unique paper figurine.

"You can't buy paper people. People are full of uncertainty. Once provoked, it will probably bring me trouble. So I can't buy any paper people here with my three yuan." I have to buy something to take with me." Yang Jian stared at the beautiful paper figurine.

He had never thought of buying this beautiful paper figurine.

After all, he now holds the deceptive ghost necklace, and with the ghost's ability, he can shape living people at will.

Whether beautiful women or handsome men, they are just a layer of meaningless flesh.

Look back.

Yang Jian looked at other things in the paper shop.

He looked around at the three-story villa made of paper, the tables and chairs made of paper, the cupboards made of paper, the teapots and cups made of paper, but there was nothing that particularly interested him.

Maybe he came a little late.

Some of the goods had been bought by others before, and what was left behind were useless items. Some items were even incomplete and incomplete, as if they were not completed within the deadline.

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

He was interested in 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 weird paper figures, they were completely out of his consideration.

Yang Jian was partial to the black round hat in his heart, but he thought that what he had to deal with next was the Ghost Lake incident, and maybe the paper boat would be of some help.

"Choose the paper boat."

Finally, he made a decision and put the three-yuan paper money on the counter of the paper-making shop. Then he walked to an inconspicuous corner and picked up the paper boat, which was less than twenty centimeters long.

The paper boat was covered in dust and had obviously been abandoned for a long time.

Moreover, it is thrown in a dark corner and is easily ignored. It is the kind of warehoused goods that cannot be sold.

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

Just think of spending money to buy peace of mind.

After he paid, he turned back again.

The two paper figures blocking the way at the entrance of the store did not know when to get out of the way, and continued to stand at their previous positions.

The strange sound echoing in his ears also disappeared.

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

really.

The boss is the one who consumes.

Yang Jian took the useless paper boat and left the paper shop.

He didn't stay and continued walking to the front of the street. He wanted to see what else was on this street.

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

Inside the paper shop.

The beautiful paper figurine standing motionless had two lines of water under her eyes at this moment, as if she was crying because Yang Jian didn't buy it, which 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 you. Some shops are even abandoned, and even the roofs have collapsed, turning into a pile of ruins.

Desolate, abandoned, weird.

The street has changed at this moment. Yang Jian has gone too deep, but he still has not reached the end and can continue walking.

But as I continued walking, the surrounding light was getting darker. It was still daytime before, but now it was night, and there were more and more ruins. In the end, there were not even ruins, just a bare place. Only this bluestone road is still there, and it has not reached the end yet. It continues to extend into the darkness.

"I see, this is an endless supernatural street. At this point, you have to turn back. You can't go any deeper, otherwise you are likely to 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 most of this ghost street is now abandoned.

And as time goes by in this place, the more shops close and the more buildings collapse, the street will gradually shorten until it may even disappear.

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

"Turn 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 there are no regrets left.

But just when Yang Jian was about to turn around and leave, he peeked forward with his ghostly eyes and surprisingly saw a shop standing naked in the darkness not far ahead.

The store did not collapse or close down, it was still in business.

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

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

Yang Jian hesitated for a moment. He estimated the distance, carefully observed the surroundings to make sure there was nothing unusual, and then decided to check out the last store.

That shop is the only one left around here.

Alone and hidden in the dim environment, looming.

It is impossible for anyone who comes to this street for the first time to set foot as far as Yang Jian, so this shop should be difficult to discover.

Yang Jian didn't get too close.

His ghostly eyes ignored the dim environment and could see clearly.

"The coffin shop!"

Three large black characters hung on the white plaque told Yang Jian what exactly this last store was selling.

Actually selling coffins.

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

It was a black coffin, with bright paint and no dust at all. It was very new and had been completed, not a defective one.

"Black coffin." Seeing this thing brought back some bad memories in Yang Jian's mind.

The ghost was imprisoned in a black coffin.

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

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

"Black coffins represent danger. In the old customs, black coffins were used after the death of people who died suddenly or had deep grievances. People who died of old age were in mourning, and red coffins were used. For example, when 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, and he approached carefully, trying to learn more information.

He found that there was a black coffin placed 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 several coffins were in the color of raw wood 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 everything sold in it is coffins.

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

He listened carefully.

However, they found that there were some sounds of knocking and sawing wood coming from the coffin shop. It seemed that someone was working inside, making new coffins.

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

Everything around him fell into silence.

"Is it really true that people are making coffins here?" Yang Jian was not sure that there would really be people living in such a coffin shop.

He suspected that there was a ghost wandering around here.

Thinking of this, he stepped back.

Don't want to get into trouble.

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 entering 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 dollars”

Just like a paper shop.

There is also a voice shouting.

But the price 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 completely poor in front of the coffin shop.

So he left faster when the offer came out.

Because once provoked, Yang Jian would not even have the chance to spend money to ward off the disaster, and would have 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.

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 he was about to leave the street, Yang Jian 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?" Yang Jian greeted.

But the man in front didn't look back and continued walking forward as if he hadn't heard.