Mysterious recovery

Obviously, as the puzzle of the female corpse was found, the spiritual changes on her body, some foreign objects were also affected and could not maintain the previous appearance.

"Give you."

Yang Jian stretched out his hand to grab it, and with the supernatural appearance of the deceiving ghost, a piece of clothing appeared out of thin air, and then he threw it over.

"Thank you." The female corpse took the clothes and quickly changed into new ones.

"You don't have to thank me, I still say the same thing, we are mutually beneficial, I will help you resurrect, find all the puzzles, and then you have to help me deal with supernatural events." Yang Jian reminded again: "If you breach the contract, then From that moment on we are enemies, although I know you are not easy, but killing you should not be a problem."

"It's not a threat, it's a warning."

After Yang Jian finished speaking, he opened his ghost eyes and looked at her again.

"I understand, but don't worry, I won't break the contract. The things I promised when I was unconscious before are still valid." The female corpse said seriously.

Yang Jian nodded and continued to move forward.

The female corpse followed closely behind.

She just woke up and didn't know many things, and she was unfamiliar with this era, so she fell into long-term thinking.

But the more she thought about it, the female corpse became more bewildered.

She found that the time for her resurrection seemed a bit too late...so late that she had already missed an era, and the current supernatural circle has completely changed, it is not the era she is familiar with at all, and her relatives and friends must have passed away. All died, at most a few descendants are still alive.

"By the way, what's your name, I don't have any information about you in my memory." After a long period of contemplation, the woman decided to get familiar with this era as soon as possible, and she looked at Yang Jian who was walking in front.

"My name is Yang Jian, what about you?" Yang Jian also chatted casually.

"Me?" The woman fell silent again: "My previous name was... Lin Yunhui, but now this name seems to have no meaning. I have been asleep for an age, and I want to change to a new name."

She wanted to start again, because after all, she had already come back to life, and she didn't want to bear the burden of everything before.

"The name is just a title. It doesn't matter if you change it or not. You should be active in the Republic of China, but people in that era are almost extinct. Who knows you, Lin Yunhui?" Yang Jian said.

"That makes sense, then I won't change my name." Lin Yunhui pondered for a while, then nodded at last, without worrying about changing a name.

Yang Jian chatted with this woman named Lin Yunhui as he walked.

"Why did your body appear on the ghost ship, and why did the other half of the puzzle stay in the paper making shop?" Suddenly, Yang Jian asked a more important question.

Lin Yunhui replied: "I don't know why my body is on the ghost ship. I only know that I was about to revive the ghost at that time. I have no way to solve the problem of resurrecting the ghost. I asked many people for help. In the end, I found out that there is a place like Ghost Street in Taiping Town, and some people say that there may be a solution to the recovery of ghosts here."

"After I came to Ghost Street in Taiping Town, I did find some solutions to the recovery of ghosts. I remember that there was a Chinese medicine shop near the paper-making shop just now. The owner of that pharmacy could sell a kind of medicine that can delay the recovery of ghosts. traditional Chinese medicine."

"Chinese medicine?" Yang Jian's expression moved slightly. He still has a pack of Chinese medicine in his hand, which was given to him by the old man in the Republic of China.

And is the owner of the pharmacy that Lin Yunhui met the same person?

"Then why didn't you take that packet of Chinese medicine?" Yang Jian asked.

Lin Yunhui said: "Because the pharmacy owner didn't sell it to me, he said I have no potential and I don't deserve to take medicine."

After hearing this, Yang Jian said calmly: "It seems that the boss in his youth had a stronger personality."

From this sentence, he could conclude that the pharmacy owner Lin Yunhui was talking about was the old man from the Republic of China he knew.

The old man of the Republic of China spent his whole life waiting for a variable to appear.

And he was willing to give Yang Jian three packs of traditional Chinese medicine for no reason. He must have taken a fancy to Yang Jian's potential. Therefore, most of the time he would only deliver medicine or sell medicine to ghost masters who he thought had potential.

After all, that one-in-a-million variable is unlikely to appear in a mediocre person with no potential.

Therefore, Lin Yunhui's strength in the supernatural circle during the Republic of China was not considered the top group, but only the average.

However, Lin Yunhui, who had been sleeping for decades and solved the problem of Li Gui's recovery, might not be.

"You couldn't buy medicine, so you chose the coffin in the coffin shop? Sleeping in that coffin can indeed suppress the recovery of ghosts." Yang Jian said.

Lin Yunhui said: "That's right, that's the third method I found... The only disadvantage is that it's too expensive to buy a coffin. To be precise, I sold half of myself."

"Sell half of yourself?" Yang Jian's expression moved slightly.

"Yes, this is a way to die and come back to life. If I solve the problem of the ghost's recovery and come back to life again, then I can find a way to get my other half from the paper-making shop. At that time, the ghost circle There are also some friends in the house, even if they pooled their money to buy my paper doll, it would not be difficult, but it was the only way I could do it because of the emergency.”

"If I can't solve the problem of my own ghost recovery, then everything is meaningless."

"It's a gamble, but the idea is correct." Yang Jian nodded, feeling that Lin Yunhui did the right thing at that time.

It's useless to talk about anything if you can't survive.

And it would be nice to have a way when facing the recovery of the ghosts, there is no time to pick and choose.

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Yang Jian and Lin Yunhui kept walking along Ghost Street, until at last the shops on both sides of the street disappeared, and when only this old bluestone road remained, a lonely house began to appear in sight.

"It's almost here. The coffin shop is in front of me. Last time I came here by accident, but I didn't enter the coffin shop. Instead, I turned around and left at this point. So strictly speaking, this time will be the first time I've met this coffin shop. Dealing with the coffin shop."

Yang Jian looked at Lin Yunhui again as he spoke: "If you have any important information, I suggest you disclose it in advance."

"I went in before and bought a coffin, but I didn't stay long and left soon. I didn't encounter any danger, and I couldn't give any useful information. I only know that a coffin was very expensive at that time, and it cost 36 yuan to buy a coffin. Yuan ghost money, I don’t know if it’s still the same price now.” Lin Yunhui said.

Yang Jiandao: "The price of 36 yuan you mentioned should have been a long time ago, and it is no longer the price now. When I came last time, there was a voice from the coffin shop, saying that a coffin was 18 yuan, but now After another period of time, the price may change again.”

"If you just want to buy a coffin, you have enough money in your hands, and you won't encounter any trouble, unless...you have ideas about this coffin shop." Lin Yunhui said.

"I have the intention of robbing the coffin shop." Yang Jian said directly without hiding anything.

Lin Yunhui wasn't surprised either, but said slightly in thought: "It's not like ghost masters have thought about robbing the coffin shop before, but the risk is very high, because I haven't heard of anyone succeeding when I was alive."

"Understand the situation first," Yang Jian said.

Although he has ideas, he will not act impulsively, especially now that he can afford a coffin, he has to weigh the pros and cons.

soon.

Two people stood in front of this lonely coffin shop.

The door of the coffin shop was open, and a yellowish, dim oil lamp was burning inside.

Oil lamps hang in mid-air barely illuminating the entire shop.

In the store, there are coffins of the same size and shape. The only difference is that the colors of these coffins are different. Some coffins are painted with black paint and have a memorial word written on them, which looks eerie and weird. Some coffins are painted with red paint, which is as bright as blood, and it is also very permeable.

There are also coffins that are the color of logs, and it seems that they have not been fully made and have not been painted.

Yang Jian stood at the door and looked around for a while, making sure of the situation of the coffin shop, and then walked in with a bit of vigilance.

From the observation just now, it seems that the coffin shop is not much different from other shops on Ghost Street. They also open their doors to do business, but the things they sell are different.

But his intuition told Yang Jian that there must be something special about the shop that sells coffins, otherwise this shop would not have opened so far alone.

Just when I walked to the door of the coffin shop, a faint voice came out from the originally dead coffin shop: "Take a look, a good coffin only costs ten yuan."

ten yuan?

Yang Jian's expression moved slightly, it was even cheaper than when he came last time, and it was much cheaper, it dropped eight yuan in one breath.

It seems that the business of this coffin shop is getting worse and worse, and the price has to be reduced.

But even if the price of the coffin shop drops, ten yuan is still a lot of money for Yang Jian now.

In order to prevent accidents, Yang Jian also took out the ghost money when he entered the door. This time, he was smart and only took out a piece of ghost money of seven yuan and a piece of three yuan, which was just enough to buy a coffin.

Walking into the coffin shop with ghost money in hand, I felt a little more at ease.

The spooky coffin shop seemed less scary at this time.

"If you are imprisoning a ghost, you have to buy a black coffin. If you are dealing with the recovery of the ghost like I did before, then you have to buy a red coffin." Lin Yunhui, who was on the side, reminded.

But even if she didn't remind Yang Jian, she knew the functions of different coffins.

So what he wanted to buy this time was a red coffin.

Maybe he might not necessarily need the red coffin, but he was prepared.

"I want to buy a red coffin." Yang Jian said slightly holding up the ghost money in his hand.

He didn't want to cause trouble yet, and planned to buy the coffin according to the normal rules.

If all goes well, he'll close the deal and leave Ghost Street, avoiding complications.

The unidentified voice in the coffin shop resounded faintly again: "The red coffin has been sold out, let's choose another one."

Sold out?

Looking at the several red coffins in the shop, Yang Jian suddenly showed a strange expression on his face.

So many red coffins, you said they were sold out?

Isn't this full of nonsense?

"I want this coffin." Yang Jian took a few steps to the side, and put his hand on the lid of a red coffin.

"That coffin has already been reserved and cannot be sold to you." The voice in the coffin shop continued to echo.

"What about this one?" Yang Jian set his sights on the red coffin next to him.

"Also reserved."

"What about this coffin?"

"It's booked."

"..." Yang Jian found that no matter which red coffin he chose, the answer he gave was reserved.

But ever since Taiping Ancient Town was flooded by the ghost lake, no living people have come to this ghost street at all, so no one would come here to order the red coffin.

Even if there were, it would be impossible to buy all the red coffins.

"How can you sell me a red coffin." Yang Jian asked with a sullen face.

"The deposit of the second guest is higher than that of the first guest, so you can buy the reserved coffin." The voice explained.

"It means that you can't buy a coffin for ten yuan, and you need to pay more, right?" Yang Jian finally understood the meaning of the coffin shop.

After a long time, it turned out that I wanted to sit on the ground and raise the price.

A coffin for ten yuan is just for selling, to attract customers into the store, but when you really want to buy it, you find that the coffin here cannot be bought for ten yuan at all, and every coffin has been reserved.

"How much do I need to add?" Yang Jian asked patiently holding back his displeasure.

The voice in the coffin shop replied: "The last customer paid a deposit of seven yuan, you need to exceed this amount."

Seven dollars?

In other words, Yang Jian had to add at least one yuan, so the price of the red coffin would return to 18 yuan.

and many more.

Yang Jian soon discovered something was wrong again.

The ghost money in his hand is three yuan, seven yuan denomination, if it is an extra one yuan, there is no way to pay, so he can only add three yuan to pay 20 yuan, and the coffin shop will get back two yuan at that time.

But, is there a denomination of two yuan for ghost money?

If not, does that mean that the coffin shop doesn't plan to change the money and just eat the two yuan?

Routine.

His mother is full of routines, this is not a serious coffin shop at all, but a proper black shop.

No wonder the owner of the Chinese medicine shop suggested that he could rob the coffin shop last time. It seems that the owner of the Chinese medicine shop also knows that the coffin shop is not a good thing. If it is a serious business like the paper-making shop, If there is no deception, how could people have the idea of ​​robbing it.

What Yang Jian hated the most in his life were profiteers and black merchants, and now he has the idea of ​​burning down the coffin shop.

But thinking that he was facing the risk of the ghost's recovery, he held back his breath for the time being.

"I'll give you 20 yuan, and sell me this red coffin." Yang Jian couldn't help but fish out another ten yuan ghost money from his pocket.

"Deal..." The voice in the coffin shop sounded immediately, as if he couldn't wait.

Yang Jian's face was dark, he just felt that he had been brutally slaughtered by a profiteer, and he felt very heartbroken.

He can only comfort himself in this way, and after he solves the problem of the ghost's recovery, he will come back to this coffin shop to settle the score.

Just as he was thinking this way, the voice in the coffin shop sounded again: "A red coffin is 20 yuan, but you have to pay an additional four yuan for carrying the coffin."

Coffin-carrying fee?

And it's still four yuan?

The coffin shop actually wanted to slaughter Yang Jian for six yuan.

Because there is no way to pay four yuan, only two three yuan ghost money can be paid.