The days that followed were just like what Dad said at that dinner, stable and without any surprises.

I went back to school, and he settled down to do his crafts. Our little life was quite comfortable.

I can be regarded as inheriting my father's business. I usually go home from school to help him make large objects such as coffins. Over time, I also learned some useful skills.

That day, my father had already returned home early, and I stayed in the coffin shop, waiting boredly for twelve o'clock in the evening before I could go home.

Ordinary carpenters' shops won't be open until this time. But who can say for certain... when will something happen to this person? So our coffin shop will be closed late.

But the coffin was laid out at night, and there were many troubles.

I was reading a secret book given to me by Master Chen, and I was reading it with great interest. Suddenly there was a strange noise outside the dark door.

I looked up and saw a person standing dangling at the door. His clothes were colorful and green, his eyes were a bit irritating, and his face looked pale and lifeless.

I took a look at his feet, and sure enough, they were bare and there were still some ashes from burning paper under his feet.

I was shocked, but I pretended not to notice anything and lowered my head and continued reading: "What do you want, see for yourself."

The man seemed a little surprised when he heard what I said. He froze on the spot and had a surprised expression on his papery face.

This scene is so scary.

I could feel his eyes looking at me all the time, and that cold feeling gave me goosebumps that I hadn't seen in a long time.

This is just an ordinary thing. Maybe because he died before he could react, he borrowed the paper body burned by his family and is still wandering around in the world.

But it is better to do less than to do more.

The best way to deal with him now is to pretend not to recognize him.

Ghosts and gods can only enter with permission. As the saying goes, ghosts are 70% afraid of people and 30% of people are afraid of ghosts. As long as I give him unclear permission to enter, then he will naturally leave when he loses interest in me.

In this way, the stalemate lasted for more than ten minutes. I heard a sound like paper being dragged, and then I dared to look up.

Sure enough, he had left, leaving a trail of ashes where he originally stood.

I felt a little nervous in my heart. This was the first time I had encountered this problem after so many years of guarding. It seemed that tonight was destined to be uneventful.

It's unlucky...it's a courtesy to sneak away first!

So I packed my things in a hurry and prepared to go home.

Suddenly, a panic-looking man wearing a shabby suit came to the door, stepped on the pile of ashes, and then stepped into the door of our shop.

Damn it, this guy is such an unlucky thing.

Why did you bring that thing in just now!

I tried hard to suppress my anger and swallowed back the curse words.

I looked at this person, he looked familiar

"Eh? Why isn't Boss Xu here today? Are you his child?" As soon as he spoke, there was a strong flavor of dialect Mandarin, and I immediately remembered who he was.

I nodded: "Yes, he is resting now. If you have any questions, just tell me. Is there something wrong with our coffin?"

He just bought a high-quality coffin from our house a few days ago. The price he charged was ridiculously high. Coupled with his unique accent, it is difficult for me not to remember it.

Seeing that I was still a high school student, he was obviously very suspicious. He looked me up and down and said with some hesitation: "Oh...it turns out to be the little boss. Are you free now? Our family is in trouble right now."

Something happened when I was there, and I heard that you provide after-sales service here, so can you come and help me?"

The idea of ​​after-sales service was something I came up with. Dad already has some skills and is fully capable of handling these things under normal circumstances.

Moreover, most people would be a little uneasy if something happened to their family. Anyway, they would have to find someone to remove the spirit. We took care of it by the way. Wouldn’t it be nice to charge an extra sum of money?

But we have only opened this business not long ago, so this is the first one who comes to our door.

"Well, no problem, you can lead the way." I said, putting my schoolbag on my back.

The man was a little suspicious when he saw me dressed as a student. Now that he saw me carrying a schoolbag, he looked even more distrustful: "Little boss, do you really not need to inform Boss Xu? This is a big deal here, and we can't delay it."

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I rolled my eyes at him: "I tell you to leave, so just leave. Why do you care so much?"

He dubiously agreed, turned around and hurried out.

Before going out, I looked at the paper ashes he brought in and sighed.

I walked silently to the statue of the god that had been enshrined in the shop and put two more sticks of incense. I also added a few sticks to Grandma Wang's memorial tablet next door. Finally, I bowed devoutly before going out reluctantly.

As soon as I got into his Alto, which looked spotlessly clean and seemed like a new car, he started nagging me.

"Little boss, let me tell you, our family is really evil."

I nodded and continued to flip through the book I had not finished reading before: "Yeah."

"Didn't our family buy a coffin from you before? It's the best one. It's smooth and smooth. It looks expensive, but it makes me feel bad. But there's nothing we can do. After all, the coffins we used before are...

The old man doesn’t even like him and doesn’t want to be buried.”

My eyes twitched as I heard this: "Oh? Why don't you want to be buried?"

The man sounded very anxious: "He just...he just tried his best to prevent us from burying him! The coffins before were broken as soon as they were lifted up, revealing the old man's gray face, staring at us

A few brothers."

In their family, the three brothers organized a funeral for their old man. I heard my father tell me this.

It is precisely because of this that we dare to raise the price. After all, these three brothers seem to be very rich.

The man continued to ramble on, feeling a little aggrieved when he said this: "What's the point? I'm the eldest brother, and every time they push me to do this, they blame me when something goes wrong. They insist that it's me.

They didn’t want to spend money and bought a rotten coffin. Why don’t they take care of it themselves?”

I nodded: "Well, boss, you are working very hard."

When the man heard this, he waved his hand and said generously: "Well, as a big brother, I have no choice but to be a little tolerant."

Then he continued: "So I didn't just buy such an expensive top-grade coffin from you! Now the old man didn't break the coffin directly, but... but I still can't lift it."

"oh?"

Now it gets a little interesting.

Generally, if the coffin cannot be lifted, it may be because the family has a bad temper, does not want to bury it, or is trying to cause mischief.

But the coffin in my house has been opened, and it has been smeared with various evil spirits, such as cow blood. Generally, a small fuss will not have any impact, unless... the things you encounter are more than just ordinary things.
Chapter completed!