The eyes start from the east and end from the west.

Funeral Street, there are no streets, only alleys.

On New Year's Day, the entrance of this dirty alley is full of flying paper confetti and blue smoke.

Among the pieces of fire that have not yet been extinguished are yellow papers with red edges, burned from the world of the world and sent to the underworld, from birth to death.

But they were not dead at all.

When Ji Li put one of his feet on the ground from the car, the sky immediately rolled up dark clouds, and the first drop of rain fell on his upper.

Then, the paper-burning people at the entrance of the alley stuffed the yellow paper that had not been opened into the fire.

The yellow paper that was not burned enough, the crackling sound of plastic bags, and the rolling smoke was everywhere.

The yellow paper on the bottom layer is suffering, the yellow paper on the middle layer is trapped, and the yellow paper on the upper layer is swaying in the wind...

On the mortar floor tiles, there were circles and circles. The raindrops wet the ground and were densely packed. To summarize, it was the invasion of the sky on the ground.

Huang Banxian collected the change he had recovered, and after getting off the car, she stood in this funeral alley, with a serious look on her shriveled face for the first time.

Just now, he finally made a fortune for Ji Li.

Huang Banxian is actually not good at telling fortunes. He doesn’t have much ability, so he is wrong about what he has calculated ten times.

If he did not use the tortoise shell to perform divination, he would be just an ordinary fake Taoist priest.

But this time, he used his own methods, but he got a sad result.

He seemed to have really calculated Ji Li's life, and it didn't seem to be fake.

With his turbid eyes raised up, he saw a natural vision, and at this critical stall, the storm was about to come.

"It's raining and snowing, so many disasters should be..."

"The last time Zhang Huairen's event was seven or eight years ago, people in the circle even thought he was dead.

I didn’t expect that this man surnamed Zhang was still in good relationship with Wu Zhengsi, so I should have some real skills.”

Zhang Huairen lives in the center of this funeral street and opens a small shop.

It is said that he is good at destiny calculations, four pillars, eight characters, and yin and yang and five elements.

Huang Banxian didn't know this person, so he said the above words.

However, just by looking at the environment he lives in, you can tell that Zhang Huairen is not good at attracting money.

But whether you have the ability or not has any causal relationship with whether you can make money.

Late at the night of New Year's Day, two figures who visited in the rain came to the shop without the name of the shop and knocked on the door.

Ji Li looked at the lock hanging on the iron gate and knocked on the door one after another.

Raindrops that are still drizzling at present rarely fall on the locks.

He could see the lock facing inward, covered in dust, as if no one had touched it for a long time, but there was a fingerprint on the front.

This means that this lock has been locked recently.

The lock is facing inward, which means that the store is locked from the inside, which means that Zhang Huairen should be at home.

At the same time, Huang Banxian held the iron bars in one hand and his eyes fell on the five colorful ropes hanging by the door.

Five colorful ropes are on the left, and on the right side of the door is a string of Five Emperors coins swaying in the wind.

This made Huang Banxian interested. He lay on the iron bar and looked into the room through the crack of the door.

In the darkness, a small open space could be seen. Looking inside, there was a steep staircase leading directly to the second floor.

Huang Banxian's face changed, he slowly withdrew his gaze, swallowed his saliva, and muttered in a low voice:

"Sitting northeast and southwest, it is rushing to the Ghost Gate..."

He took two steps back and looked at the store from a more macro perspective, showing confusion:

"The first floor is a store and the second floor is a house. It is separated by stairs, but the family is difficult to distinguish.

The iron gate is facing the big house, the gate is facing the stairs, and it is rushing to the three evil positions. This is the heart-piercing evil..."

Ji Li was knocking on the door.

The sound of the wooden door was mixed with the sound of the iron gate, and the raindrops became heavier and he felt uneasy when he listened to Huang Banxian's description.

If Zhang Huairen is really a master of fortune telling, then the place where he lives should not be like this.

This reminded him of Wu Zhengsi, who died tragically not long ago.

But the current situation is completely different from Wu Zhengsi's feng shui ruins.

Wu Zhengsi's Feng Shui pattern was created by him, and he could be said to have all the good wind and water. The pattern was fine, but it was caused by the destruction of the root cause of the ghosts.

But Zhang Huairen's funeral shop, from location to layout, is the most dangerous and dangerous piercing evil, has been broken from the beginning.

Huang Banxian's eyes were on the colored rope on the left, and the Five Emperors' money on the right moved back and forth, touching the goatee on his chin, and said with a slight slight:

"Although the auspicious rope and the Five Emperors' money can be used to protect the house, it can be worn over the years, but it can only be suppressed for a while.

Zhang Huairen is not Wu Zhengsi. He knows the best of numerology, fate, and fate disaster.

Such a simple evil sign, why didn’t he intervene?”

I knocked on the door for a long time, but the room was silent.

Ji Li retreated to Huang Banxian and looked up at the window upstairs.

From the outside, the only window on the second floor was completely blocked by newspapers from the inside.

It seems that because of the accident, Zhang Huairen was not at home.

But Ji Li chose to believe his own judgment through the details on this lock.

"Pick the lock."

...

Prying a lock is common for the clerk, so when the rain was not too heavy, the two entered the room.

As soon as I entered the house, a deafening thunder sounded from the sky outside, followed by a crackling rain.

From getting off the bus to entering the house, in just five minutes, the rain started from the drizzle at the beginning to the heavy rain now.

Both of them were attracted by the sudden giant thunder. When they turned around, Ji Li's pupils suddenly shrank.

Thunder accompanied by lightning, brought a moment of lightning to this room with the lights off.

Ji Li finally knew what business the store opened by Zhang Huairen was operating.

He sells coffins.

This small shop, which is only a dozen square meters, actually has seven coffins.

Perhaps because the space is too small, three of them are stacked together, and three are hanging vertically in the air, and only one of them is lying flat on the ground.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Near the coffin, there are countless yellow paper and ghost coins, and there are even several colorful human figures in the shadows, silently peeking into them.

"No, this... he has so many coffins that can be sold in the city?"

Huang Banxian was also puzzled. Shanming City had long been not allowed to bury, and no one dared to use it in the city. The shops selling coffins should have long since existed.

"Boom!"

Another huge thunder resounded, as if it was exploding in people's ears, making people feel scared.

Ji Li frowned and raised her head, not sure if it was an illusion, as if the whole house was trembling for a moment because of the huge thunder.

What happened next made him realize that this was not an illusion.

At the same time when the thunder sounded, two paper-made people hidden in the corner slowly appeared in their eyes, were shocked by the thunder, and their faces were pressed against the ground.

I didn't see their faces, but from the red and blue oil paint, the fine workmanship of paper people can be seen.

In the thunder and rain, a shady house and two paper men, the will of heaven seemed to give instructions in the dark.

Huang Banxian subconsciously glanced at Ji Li beside him and waited for his decision.

If Zhang Huairen is really not at home, then what they came this time is meaningless, let alone...

What's more, now everyone can see that something is wrong with this house!

Huang Banxian is in the shape of the heart-piercing evil, and there are seven coffins gathering yin energy. The house is wet and cold, so it is easy to gather ghosts, not to mention that there is a ghost around them.

Now there are two paper men who have fallen to the ground due to thunder, and he already wants to retreat.

"Do you still remember your life..."

Ji Li's right face did not change his expression, but his left eye, which was blocked, was covered with bloodshots of suppressing madness. He didn't speak, but a sentence rang in his heart.

A sentence that Huang Banxian calculated the fate can be interpreted as Ji Li's fate in his life, or as life and death in this journey.

"What if I do if I have talent but lifelessness?"
Chapter completed!