On the day I left school, I knocked all the relatives in the hospital to death

"The door is unlocked, just open it and go in."

It was getting dark outside, so the takeaway ordered by Zhang Lingchuan must have been delivered.

Although the shopkeepers in the funeral street cannot go out, under normal circumstances, people from outside can come in at will.

I was drinking tea by myself, but found that the figure standing outside was motionless.

He didn't say anything, just stared straight at me.

Zhang Lingchuan winked at me, and I immediately stood up, picked up a handy wooden stick and slipped quietly to the door.

If that person dares to break in suddenly, I'll give him a sap.

However, the man seemed to have not heard our voices and kept knocking on the door.

First two times, then three times.

Very mechanical and persistent.

In Middle-earth, knocking etiquette usually involves knocking on the door three times, which is regarded as asking if you can come in.

But no one has ever done it first and then third.

Zhang Lingchuan thought for a moment, then snorted coldly: "I never thought that a ghost would knock on my door at my incense shop."

Ghost knocking on the door?

I was about to ask what was going on, but when I turned around, I found that the figure at the door had disappeared.

It really proves Zhang Lingchuan’s saying that ghosts knock on the door.

It came quietly and left without any sound.

I glanced at the cellar: "As soon as we got it back, a bunch of messy things came to the door. I'm afraid they were anointed for that person."

Zhang Lingchuan raised his eyebrows slightly: "That's not necessarily the case."

"Although my incense shop is small, there are a lot of good things in it."

"Maybe he has been coveting my little shop for a long time."

I opened the door of the shop and looked around.

Not even a single person could be seen on the funeral street or even at the end of the street.

But suddenly there was a dark wind behind me blowing on my neck again and again.

Then a sinister voice came: "Qian Wan, don't look back, or I will eat you——"

Tsk.

"Zheng Huaimin, how old are you? You still play tricks like this?"

Zheng Huaimin, whom I hadn't seen for a long time, floated up to me and said, "Tsk, you've grown a lot over the past few days."

"In the past, you should have been so scared that you were shaking all over and then went to Zhang Lingchuan to save you."

I looked embarrassed when I heard this: "No, was I that timid before?"

For a moment I didn't really want to talk to him.

Zhang Lingchuan took out a few sticks of incense and lit them at the entrance of our store while chanting something.

It happened that Kong Sanniang came back with Zheng Yuan.

"I'm going to sleep at Sister Meng's place tonight, and Zheng Yuan will stay with you."

"Zhang Lingchuan, what are you doing?"

After Zhang Lingchuan finished burning the incense, he took a basin and burned some paper money and ingots in it.

"When I was not at home, it was thanks to these Wandering Brothers who helped me look after my house. Now that I am back, I naturally want to thank you."

Kong Sanniang frowned.

"Then why don't you collect them all? Wouldn't it be more delicious to eat tributes in your shop every day?"

Speaking of this, Zheng Huaimin nodded seriously: "That's right, eating tributes tastes great."

Kong Sanniang couldn't see Zheng Huaimin, she only saw me saying shut up to the air.

After Zhang Lingchuan greeted Zheng Yuan into the back room, he said to Kong Sanniang: "Not all people like to work. Some people are born to want to be free. Of course, ghosts are the same."

"They do me a favor, and I appreciate their kindness. This way they are above and I am below."

"If I take them in and send them to take care of them, it will become a detaining general, and they may not be happy."

I nodded in agreement.

Besides, the shop has already taken in a lot of wandering souls, and if we continue to take them in, there won’t be enough paper figures in the back room.

Kong Sanniang shrugged her shoulders: "Then I'll go to bed first. I'll come to work on time tomorrow morning."

Zhang Lingchuan sighed: "Our shop opens randomly, so you don't have to be punctual."

Kong Sanniang waved her hands towards us, turned around and ran to Meng Zijin's side.

Zheng Yuan was the only one left in the funeral street looking at us with his big eyes.

"Uncle, where is my father?"

After asking this question, Zhang Lingchuan and I looked at each other, not knowing how to tell him for a moment.

Zhang Lingchuan knelt down, rubbed his head and said with a smile: "My uncles have encountered something recently. We have to deal with these things before we can take you to see dad."

Zheng Yuan nodded sensibly: "I understand."

Zhang Lingchuan winked at me and asked me to take the child to take a bath and then go to the attic to rest.

The door of the incense shop was closed again.

It was quiet outside, and no sound could be heard.

Zheng Yuan struggled for so many days and fell asleep on the bed.

When I walked downstairs, I happened to hear Zhang Lingchuan teasing Zheng Huaimin: "Hey, why don't we, the little ghost king of Funeral Street, go out and teach your younger brothers?"

Zheng Huaimin waved his hand: "Come on, don't fucking say that in front of me."

He floated to the shrine and squatted: "When will my remaining soul be restored? Otherwise, like last time, you will be in danger and I won't even be able to help you."

I haven't seen Zheng Huaimin for a long time. He is, no, a ghost.

His entire ghost state was wilted, without any of the high-spirited feeling he had before.

Even the entire funeral street is like this.

Apparently he was depressed by those awesome bosses from Fengdu.

After sending Zheng Huaimin back to the jar to recuperate, Zhang Lingchuan had no intention of resting.

Instead, he slowly picked up the teapot and kept adding water.

As if waiting for someone.

Seeing my confused look, he smiled and said, "It's a long night, why don't we drink tea and chat?"

"I'll drink your head."

"Honestly, what's the origin of that ghost knocking on the door just now?"

"It's time to come and cause trouble for us later."

Zhang Lingchuan's eyes darkened and he told me the origin of this ghost knocking on the door.

It is said that during the Qing Dynasty, a carpenter was maliciously blamed by his boss after he helped his boss to make the goods, and his wages were owed.

The owner was a local bully and he refused to pay, so the workers had no choice but to accept the loss.

But he also remembered that his family was waiting for him to go back to work so that he could have money to live. So I had no choice but to go back again and beg my master for some money.

But the bully not only refused to give him the money, but also wrongly accused the carpenter of stealing things from the house.

So he sent someone to give him a severe beating.

Finally, the carpenter ran home with serious injuries.

As soon as I walked in, I breathed my last.

The carpenter also has a wife and two children at home.

They were orphaned and widowed, unable to survive at all, and now they saw the carpenter dying tragically in front of their eyes, feeling desperate.

So that night, the woman also hanged herself with her two children.

I was very angry. No matter which dynasty we live in, there are people who bully the weak and do evil things.

"What happened next?" I desperately knew what happened to that bully.

Zhang Lingchuan picked up the teacup, raised his eyes and said to me: "Later, from the carpenter's death until the first seven days, the bully heard the knocking on the door in the middle of the night."