Mysterious Recovery

Yang Jian doesn't want to provoke the weird things here, he plans to consume in this paper shop.

Use the three yuan you got before that.

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

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

The most striking thing is the beautiful paper man who came out of the pile of paper man.

The beautiful paper man has a **** face, a melon-seeded face, a slender waist, and a scarlet blush painted on the snow-white face. There is both a sense of beauty and a sense of weirdness. The two come together to form Such a unique paper man.

"You can’t buy paper people. This kind of'person' is full of great uncertainty. Once it provokes it, it is likely to cause trouble for me, so I can't buy any paper people here with my three yuan. You must buy an object to take away." Yang Jian stared at the beautiful paper man.

He had never wanted to buy this beautiful paper man.

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

Whether it's beautiful or handsome, it's just a layer of meaningless flesh.

Look back.

Yang Jian looked at other things in the paper shop.

The three-story villa covered by paper, the tables and chairs made of paper, the cabinets made of paper, the teapots and cups made of paper looked around and there was nothing particularly interesting to him.

Maybe he came a little late.

Some goods have been bought before, leaving behind some useless things, and even some of the items are still incomplete and incomplete, as if the deadline has not been completed.

"It's normal for good things to be bought by previous people." Yang Jian didn't care, he was still choosing carefully, and at the same time he felt a little bit more in his heart.

He was attracted to 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 are not within his consideration at all.

Yang Jian's heart was biased towards the black round hat, but he thought that what he had to deal with next was the Ghost Lake incident, and maybe the paper boat would help.

"Choose that paper boat."

Finally, he made a decision and put the three yuan worth of money on the counter in the Zhazhi shop, then walked to an inconspicuous corner and picked up the paper boat less than twenty centimeters long.

The paper boat was covered with dust and was obviously abandoned for a long time.

And thrown in a dark corner, it is easy to be overlooked, it belongs to the kind of unsold goods.

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 the paper boat.

Just spend money to buy peace of mind.

After he paid the money, he looked back again.

The two paper-man enterprises blocking the way at the entrance of the store didn't know when they gave way and continued to stand upright in their previous positions.

The weird voice echoing in the ear also disappeared.

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

really.

Consumption is the uncle.

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

He did not stay, and continued to walk in front of this 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 man standing motionless on the spot actually had two lines of water under his eyes at this moment, as if Yang Jian had not buried it and cried with tears. It was very weird.

But Yang Jian didn't know all this.

He continued along the street.

The farther you go, the more shops around you are closed, and some shops have even been abandoned. Even the roofs have collapsed and become a pile of rubble.

Desolate, deserted, and weird.

The street has changed its appearance at this moment, Yang Jian has gone too far, but he still hasn't reached the end, and he can continue walking.

It’s just that the surrounding light is dimming after going down. It was daytime before, but now it’s already night, and there are more and more ruins. In the end, there are no ruins, just bare. Only this bluestone road is still there, it hasn't reached the end, and it continues to extend, extending into the darkness.

"It turns out that this is a supernatural street with no end. At this time, you have to turn your head back, and you can't go any further, otherwise you might lose yourself." Yang Jian probably understood it in his heart.

This is a ghost street that does not exist in reality.

As for who built it, it's unclear, but most of this ghost street has now been abandoned.

And over time in this place, the more shops are closed and the more buildings collapsed, the street will gradually shorten and may even disappear in the end.

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

"Let's go 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 it can be regarded as no regrets.

But just when Yang Jian was about to turn his head and leave, he took a look forward with ghostly eyes, and unexpectedly saw a shop standing bare in the dark not far in front.

The shop has not collapsed or closed down, and it is still operating.

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

"It's not far, go and see."

Yang Jian hesitated for a while, he estimated the distance, and carefully observed the surroundings to make sure there was no abnormality, and then decided to look at the last shop.

That shop is the only one left around here.

Hiding alone in the dim environment, looming.

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

Yang did not get too close.

His ghostly eyes ignore the dim environment and see clearly.

"Coffin Shop!"

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

It was actually selling coffins.

In the opened store door, a coffin was placed right in the middle.

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

"Black coffin." Yang Jian brought back some bad memories when he saw this thing.

It was a black coffin that was imprisoned by the ghost.

But the black ghost coffin was destroyed for various reasons.

Unexpectedly, there is a new black coffin in this ancient town of Taiping.

"The black coffin represents the danger. In the old custom, the black coffin was used only after the death of the dead and the grieving people. The old dead were for joy and mourning, and the red coffins were used, such as sending letters before. The corpse of the old man in the ancient house during the mission was buried in the red coffin."

Yang Jian thoughtfully, he approached carefully, trying to learn more.

He found that there was a black coffin in the middle of the coffin shop. There were other coffins on the left and right sides. There were several red coffins of different sizes, and several coffins were of natural wood color 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 it sells all coffins.

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

He listened carefully.

However, there were sounds of beatings and sawing wood coming from the coffin shop. It seemed that people were working inside to make 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 abruptly.

Everything around was plunged into silence.

"Will someone really make coffins in this place?" Yang Jian couldn't be sure that there would really be people living in such a coffin shop.

He mostly suspected that there was a ghost wandering in it.

Thinking of this, he stepped back.

Unwilling to be moldy.

It's enough to walk around and take a look. There are too many weirdness here. Yang Jian doesn't want to break his balance and cause trouble to his upper body, especially at this juncture.

So Yang Jian turned and left without hesitation, and did not approach the last coffin shop.

But when he turned and left, there was a creak in the coffin shop, like the movement of the coffin board being lifted, and at the same time a strange voice echoed: "Young man, buy a coffin, you can use it sooner or later, as long as Eighteen yuan"

The same as the paper shop.

There are also voices hawking.

But the price of this opening is beyond imagination.

A paper talent costs three yuan, a mask costs three yuan, and a coffin costs eighteen yuan.

Can't afford it.

There was still seven yuan left in Yang Jian's hands, and in front of this coffin shop was a thoroughly poor man.

So this offer came out and he walked faster.

Because once he provokes him, Yang Jian doesn't even have the opportunity to spend money to eliminate the disaster, so he has to smash with this coffin.

This scream only sounded once and did not appear again.

Yang Jian turned back on the original road, and the coffin shop behind him quickly disappeared into the darkness.

Vaguely, the sound of beating, beating, sawing wood reverberated in that place.

After a while.

Yang Jian passed by the previous Zhazhi shop again, but strangely, the two paper people in the black and white at the Zhazhi shop changed their positions again. This time they were standing inside the shop instead of outside.

at the same time.

The stall in front of buying masks also disappeared.

Some shops even closed their doors and are no longer open.

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At this time, Yang Jian realized that after walking around, it was five and fifty unknowingly, and it was six o'clock in ten minutes.

"It's night after six o'clock, isn't this street open at night?" Yang Jian's heart shuddered, and his pace quickened.

The same goes for the Ghost Post Office.

Lights out at six.

It seems that the spiritual places of that era have some things in common.

When he was about to leave this street, Yang Jian saw a man in front of him, who seemed to be ready to leave after shopping.

The man turned his back to him, dressed in old-style clothes, and was taller and looked a little different.

"Who are you?" He tried to shout, saying hello.

But the man in front did not look back, and continued to move forward as if he hadn't heard.