Mysterious recovery

This feeling is indescribable.

seem.

Some kind of terrifying ghosts are bound in each of these paper figurines and things made of paper.

This bondage is so tight that everything is so normal.

But if this kind of restraint is opened, then all the horrible things will be staged.

"It's no wonder that ordinary people leave quickly when they walk into the mask booth by mistake. This place is so eerie and so quiet that no one dares to continue walking around." Yang Jian thought to himself.

This street is deserted, sells masks, and makes paper figurines, who dares to wander around.

"You shouldn't stay for too long, you should go." Yang Jian was only driven by curiosity to investigate, and now he plans to leave after looking around.

"Buy one, it's very cheap, only three yuan." But he was about to turn around and leave.

A hawking voice echoed in his ears strangely.

The owner of the paper-making shop seems to be soliciting business.

Yang Jian stopped walking and looked left and right, but there was still nothing.

Maybe a certain paper figurine spoke, maybe there are evil spirits and ghosts wandering in this dark and cold paper-making shop.

"Buy one, choose one for three yuan."

The voice didn't stop, it was still echoing, and the more Yang Jian walked out, the more urgent the voice was, as if someone was lying on your shoulder, persuading you in your ear.

It was creepy to hear.

The weirdest thing is.

When he walked to the door of the store, he suddenly found out.

The two paper figurines, one black and one white, who were standing next to the paper-making shop before, unexpectedly stood side by side in the middle of the doorway at some point. The drawn stiff faces were facing Yang Jian, as if blocking his way.

"What to do? Buy and sell by force?"

Yang Jian's eyes were gloomy, and he tightly held the cracked spear in his hand.

"Choose one for three yuan. It's very cheap. It used to be nine yuan." The strange voice was still echoing in the dark shop.

This voice only appeared in Yang Jian's ears, and others seemed unable to hear it.

"It's not just the two paper figurines at the entrance of the shop, other anomalies also appeared one after another." Yang Jian ignored the voice and peeped around with ghostly eyes.

He found a beautiful paper figurine, which moved two meters forward from the pile of paper figurines beside him, and then stood there strangely without moving, as if he wanted to tell Yang Jian to buy it.

There are also other paper things that have begun to move, completely different from when they were placed before.

"What kind of place is this?" Yang Jian turned his head away, feeling extremely solemn in his heart.

After pondering for a while.

He made a decision and took out the green three yuan from his pocket.

Spend money on disasters.

It's better not to fight with the ghosts on this ancient street.

Chapter 61 The Coffin Shop

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

Use the three yuan you got before that.

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

"I buy a paper figure for three yuan, what should I buy?" Yang Jian looked at the living things in the paper making shop.

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

That beautiful paper figurine wears big black braids, oval face, slender waist, and scarlet blush painted on the 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 figurines, 'people' are full of uncertainties, and if they are provoked, they may cause me trouble, so I absolutely can't buy any paper figurines here with my three yuan. I have to buy something to take away." Yang Jian stared at the beautiful paper figurine.

He never had the idea of ​​buying this beautiful paper doll.

After all, he now holds the necklace of deceiving ghosts, and with the ability of ghost shadows, he can shape living people at will.

Whether it's a beautiful woman or a handsome guy, it's just a layer of meaningless flesh and blood.

Looking back.

Yang Jian looked at other things in the papermaking shop.

A three-story villa covered with paper, 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 of the goods had been bought away before, and what remained were useless things, and even a few items were still incomplete, as if they were not finished due to the deadline.

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

He saw three things.

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

As for those weird paper figurines, they were completely out of his consideration.

Yang Jian was inclined towards the black round hat in his heart, but he thought that what he was going 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, put the three-yuan paper money on the counter in the paper-making shop, then walked to an inconspicuous corner, and picked up the paper boat that was less than [-] centimeters long.

The paper boat was dusty and apparently long abandoned.

Moreover, it is thrown in a dark corner, which is easily overlooked by others. It belongs to the kind of overstock 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 spend money to buy peace of mind.

After he paid, he turned around again.

The two paper figurines blocking the way at the entrance of the store did not know when they got out of the way, and continued to stand upright in their previous positions.

The strange voice echoing beside his ears also disappeared.

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

really.

Consumption is the uncle.

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

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

But it wasn't long after Yang Jian left.

Inside the paper shop.

The beautiful paper figurine standing there still had two lines of water under its eyes at this moment, as if it was crying because Yang Jian didn't buy it, it was very weird.

But Yang Jian didn't know all this.

He continued down the street.

The further you go, the more shops are closed around, and some shops have even been abandoned, and even the roofs have collapsed, turning into a pile of ruins.

Desolate, abandoned, eerie.

The street has changed its appearance at this moment, Yang Jian is too deep, but it still has not come to an end, and can continue to walk.

It’s just that the surrounding light is getting darker as we go further down. It was still daytime before, but now it’s already night, and there are more and more ruins. In the end, there are not even ruins, just a bare piece. Only this bluestone road is still there, it has not yet come to an end, and it continues to extend, extending into the darkness.

"So that's how it is. This is an endless spiritual street. At this point, you have to turn back, and you can't go any deeper, otherwise 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 most of this ghost street has been abandoned now.

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

However, judging from the ruins of these buildings, it 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 his head and leave, he took a peek forward with his ghostly eyes, and unexpectedly saw a bare shop standing not far in front of him in the darkness.

The store didn't collapse or close down, and it was still in business.

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

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

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

That shop is the only one left around here.

Lonely hidden in the dim environment, looming.

It is impossible for anyone to come to this street for the first time to go as far as Yang Jian, so this shop should be difficult to find.

Yang Jian didn't get too close.

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

"The coffin shop!"

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

It was selling coffins.

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

It was a black coffin, the paint was bright, there was no dust at all, it was very new, and it was finished, not that kind of defective product.

"The black coffin." Seeing this thing, Yang Jian recalled some bad memories in his mind.

It was a black coffin that imprisoned the ghost messenger.

But the black ghost coffin was destroyed 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 only after the death of those who died violently and with deep grievances. People who died of old age were happy and mourned, and they used red coffins. For example, they used to deliver letters The corpse of the old man in the old house during the mission was buried in a red coffin."

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

He found 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 log-colored and hadn't been painted yet.

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

This coffin shop really lived up to its name, it sold all coffins.

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

He listens carefully.

However, there were some knocking and sawing sounds coming from the coffin shop. It seemed that someone was working inside to make new coffins.

But to Yang Jian's horror, when he tried to get closer again, he found that the sound inside stopped abruptly.

Everything around fell into silence.

"Is it true that people make coffins in this place?" 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 inside.

Thinking of this, he stepped back.

Don't want to touch the mold.

It is enough to walk around and have 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, instead of going into the last coffin shop.

But when he turned to leave, there was a creaking sound from the coffin shop, as if the coffin boards were being lifted, and at the same time a strange voice echoed: "Young man, buy a coffin, it will be useful sooner or later, as long as 18 yuan..."