Changsheng coffin shop

Only he is not in the book of life and death, what does it mean?

Xie Mian hid in the shadows, quietly looked at him from the corner of his eye, and saw that the man was tilting his head, not knowing what he was thinking, under the white and miserable lights of the hospital, his nose was straight and his eyebrows were picturesque.

A casual look can take a person's soul away.

"Not in the book of life and death?"

Mu Yao murmured, "Actually, I don't know either. He has no motivation and a bad temper. No one knows how strong he is. He said that Ming Qiu couldn't beat him, but he really beat him. I was so angry with him, and it turned out...and he is different from us being allowed into the coffin shop by Master Ba, he came here by himself with a ghost book without words."

Xie Mian was taken aback, raised her eyes secretly, and glanced quietly in the direction of Fan Lan's station, but he happened to look over and was caught.

His heart trembled, his breathing became a little short, and he quickly suppressed it again.

"How, how do you say it?"

Mu Yao murmured: "No one knows where he came from, even Ba Ye couldn't find out his past, there is no record of him in the book of life and death in the underworld, and there is no record in Fengdu or Heaven."

There is no record in the Three Realms, so isn't it a "species" that wanders outside the Three Realms, neither human nor ghost nor god...

Mu Yao yawned: "But he's not that godly. He's extremely lazy and still does his own thing. I believe he's here to make a living."

Xie Mian thought, you believe it but I don’t believe it, I should be regarded as someone who has seen his ability “with my own ears”, strong is indeed strong, but on second thought, he hides his strength in front of himself and says he is a rookie, he can understand .

Why did he say that he was a chicken in front of everyone in the coffin shop?

"Little Hades."

"Ah? Call, call me?" Xie Mian was taken aback, and Mu Yao was also taken aback, "Fuck, Fan Lan is next to you! He didn't hear that, he was about to hang up .”

"Yes."

Xie Mian hurriedly covered the phone, answered a few words in a hurry and hung up the phone.

"what happened?"

Fan Lan's hands were still tied in his sleeves, the creases of his eyelids were slightly drawn down, and his voice was low: "Go back to the coffin shop."

"Bian Ming..." Xie Mian looked at Bian Ming's parents, who sat anxiously on the bench and waited. The two old people who were tormented seemed to have aged ten years in an instant.

At this time, the nurse rushed out from inside, took a breath, and asked solemnly, "Who is the family member of the patient?"

Bian's father and Bian's mother immediately stood up and firmly grabbed the nurse's wrist: "We are his parents, how is my son doing?"

"His blood is decreasing rapidly. Even the transfused blood seems to be sucked up in an instant. Now the blood bank is running out of blood. May I ask who can transfuse him."

"Me! I have the same blood type as him, let me come." Zhao Bin said.

"Thank you, thank you!" Father Bian held his hand tightly and wiped away his tears.

Father Bian patted his wife on the shoulder reassuringly, as if comforting himself: "It's okay, it's okay."

Mother Bian knelt at the door of the operating room, covered her face, and murmured straight to the door, whether it was Buddha or Jesus, she used everything she could think of.

Xie Mian wasn't like them who cared and was confused, he only heard the second half of the sentence, and he was shocked by the first half of the sentence.

The blood is decreasing rapidly, and the transfused blood seems to be sucked dry... What does it mean?

"Is there something on him?" Xie Mian subconsciously turned his head and asked Fan Lan, completely forgetting that he had never even seen Bian Ming, so how could he know.

The two of them didn't come with the ambulance, they went directly to the hospital. When they arrived, Bian Ming had already been sent to the operating room. The blood stains on the ground lined the white floor of the hospital, like smashed snow Plum blossoms on the ground.

"Yes, the medicine will drop." Fan Lan said.

**

The sky was pitch black, as if it could be suppressed in the next second.

This is the second time for Xie Mian to come to the coffin shop. Every time he subverts his world view. The last time was to investigate the disappearance of his parents. This time...

He saw a person die in front of him with his own eyes, even though he didn't know him, he was still shocked. It was his classmate who had the accident this time!

Although the two have a normal relationship, they are classmates who have been in the same class for four years. They have eaten together, played ball, and worked on projects together. Such a living person may disappear in the blink of an eye...

Xie Mian clenched his fists tightly. For the first time, he felt that life was far more fragile than he imagined. His voice and smile were still in front of his eyes. He could even hear his voice when he closed his eyes, but now he was lying on the operating table.

His mother knelt at the door of the operating room, praying to the gods and Buddhas in the sky to save her son.

Xie Mian gritted her teeth, took a deep breath, suppressed the pain in her heart, lowered her voice and asked, "Is there a way to cure his medicine in the coffin shop?"

Fan Lan walked at a leisurely pace, just like talking to him, as if the sky was falling in the future, she would rather be crushed to death than walk faster, and when he got to Xie Mian's side, she opened her mouth: "No."

Xie Mian let out a low breath, sure enough in the face of life and death, no one can do anything.

Even if it is him, there is no way...

I'm sorry, I shouldn't treat you as a god, Xie Mian whispered in his heart, thought for a while and asked, "Then why are we going back to the coffin shop?"

"borrow things."

There were very few cars on the road at this o'clock. For some reason, although he was walking slowly, he always felt that the distance seemed to be very short, and soon he saw the archway in front of the coffin shop.

The weather is surprisingly bad, there are no stars or moon, and the clouds are so thick that they seem to be ready to kill people at any time.

It was only then that Xie Mian discovered that the coffin shop was located on an uphill road at the junction of Fenghe District and Zhao'an District.

On the left is the storefront of the coffin shop made of black bricks. Probably due to the age or some other reason, the water pipes and electric poles on the outer wall are all rusty, like a crumbling dangerous building emerging in the darkness.

On the right side is a whole row of whitewashed small buildings, each of which is about seven floors, even glowing in the dark night, from the courtyard walls to the iron fences are brand new and shiny, completely different from the left side, but still There is a feeling of echoing each other.

In the extremely quiet darkness, reflecting the pale light of the street lamps, it was strange no matter how you looked at it.

There is a shallow ditch that can barely be called a river between the two buildings. It is shimmering and shimmering. A few fireflies lighted on it and flew away again.

Xie Mian and Fan Lan walked into the small black building. Out of the corner of their eye, they found a small coffin standing upright at the door on the left. They took a closer look at the small golden characters on the side of it, which read "Longevity Coffin Shop".

It should be the mailbox that Bai Qi said was used to receive cases.

He stopped and took a few more glances. Fan Lan walked in front of him this time, and the door opened automatically.

The sound of the door opening was extremely heavy, like chains that had been rusted for many years forcefully tore open the heavy sandalwood door from the back. The first time was raw and the second time familiar, Xie Mian was not as scared as last time.

The floor tiles in the room were still white, and the glass dome was reflected by the chandelier. Bai Qi behind the counter raised his head when he heard the voice, and was stunned: "Why did you come back together?"

Xie Mian told about what happened to him at school that day. He is still an outsider after all, and he dare not draw conclusions lightly. Whether it is to solve or help, it depends on what they say.

"The blood all over his body seemed to be sucked dry. The blood from the corpse turned into worms and crawled out. It should be a medicine drop. But you saw a ghost lying on him at the scene. It must be a ghost drop. It stands to reason that the head drop technique is one It is enough to kill one person, it is impossible to use two together." Bai Qi said.

"Maybe he was lowered twice." Mu Yao's head suddenly floated over.

Xie Mian was taken aback, couldn't bear to look directly at him, turned his head away, the living habits he agreed to be normal!

As soon as Fan Lan stretched out her hand, she "accidentally" knocked on her forehead, and Mu Yao flinched back with a cry.

"If it's repeated, it should be three times." Xie Mian raised his head to look at Bai Qi: "There are rumors that he once lowered his head to promote luck."

Bai Qi didn't answer this time, but instead looked at Fan Lan: "What do you think?"

Fan Lan tapped the table twice with her knuckles, found a box of candies out of nowhere, picked up a white one, put it in her mouth, paused, and pushed the candy box towards Xie Mian.

Xie Mian waved his hands, how could he be in the mood to eat candy, he just wanted to know how to solve the problem of lowering his head.

"The head lowering technique is a very sinister technique, and it's all about doing evil. Even if it's for promoting luck, it's just using Yangshou to pay for luck."

"Here..." Fan Lan suddenly paused and frowned slightly.

Xie Mian hurriedly added: "Bao Haowen."

"Bao Haowen's death was within the plan of the caster." As he spoke, Fan Lan took out the wordless ghost book from Xie Mian's pocket with two fingers, put it on the table, and slipped his fingers, creating a mess trembling.

"No soul enters the underworld!" Bai Qi was stunned, and continued his words: "In other words, after Bao Haowen died, either his soul disappeared, or his soul was taken away by the underworld first."

"Ah."

Xie Mian understood a little bit, and made a guess: "You mean that this person's ultimate goal is to take Bao Haowen's soul, what is it for?"

Fan Lan raised her head, "Refining ghosts."

"Xiaoqi, borrow something to use." Xie Mian said.

"What?" Bai Qi raised his head as if facing a formidable enemy, and looked at him defensively.

"A petal."

Bai Qi backed away extremely fast, Xie Mian only had time to see a white shadow, then turned around, and saw Fan Lan's slender white fingertips, holding a piece of blood-red petals, which looked like... the other shore flower?

"Just in case, I just took it from Xiaoqi."

"get out."