The scarred man's face, which had been puffed up with anger, instantly brightened up the moment he saw the money.

He put on a fawning smile and even helped Baldy the Third straighten his clothes in a flattering manner.

He greeted him with a forced smile, "Third Brother."

Baldy the Third's lips curled into a smug smile as he pulled a bank card from his wallet and casually tossed it to Scarface.

"Didn't I owe you 50,000 yuan last time? Here you go!"

Scarface stared at the bank card, swallowed hard, and said cautiously, "Third Brother, with interest, it'll be eighty thousand in total."

Baldy the Third waved his hand dismissively: "This card has 100,000. Consider the extra as my treat for the brothers to drinks."

After saying that, he took out a wad of cash from his wallet and handed it to the two beautiful women next to him.

Upon seeing this, the two beautiful women smiled so much that their eyes turned into crescent moons, calling him "Third Brother" affectionately, and even giving him a kiss on the cheek.

When Scarface saw the money, he beamed with joy, bowing and scraping, "Thank you so much, Third Brother! Thank you so much, Third Brother!"

Then, he angrily yelled at his brothers behind him, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and call for backup!"

The underlings quickly chimed in, "Thank you, Third Brother!"

Scarface looked at Baldy Liu with a big smile: "Third Brother, where have you been making your fortune lately? You've earned so much money in just one or two days."

Baldy Third glanced at him and replied casually, "It's nothing, just good luck, a stroke of good fortune."

Scarface wisely refrained from asking any further questions, and continued to smile as he carefully put the bank card away.

He said ingratiatingly, "Third Brother, remember to come over and play a couple of rounds of cards when you have time. The brothers are all looking forward to seeing you."

Baldy San casually grunted an "Mmm," then swaggered away with the two beautiful women in his arms.

Scarface and his brothers were left standing there with smiles on their faces, seeing off Baldy the Third's retreating figure.

A thug with a buzz cut standing next to Scarface couldn't help but nudge him and whisper, "Boss, where did this Baldy Third Brother, who was dirt poor before, get such a large sum of money?"

Scarface slapped the henchman on the back of the head and said irritably, "Why do you care so much? We're in this business, and it's all about money. He paid back what he owed us, and even gave us extra. That's enough."

As he spoke, Scarface put his arm around the henchman's shoulder: "Maybe Baldy Third Brother has struck it lucky, won the lottery, or hooked up with some rich woman. Let's not worry about things that don't concern us. Making money is the only important thing."

The younger brother who was being hugged curled his lip: "With Baldy Third's looks, no money and no good looks, how could he hook up with a rich woman? I just don't believe it."

At that moment, a tall, thin henchman approached with a smile.

"Hey, who cares where the money came from? As long as we can pay it back, it's a good thing for us. Brother, with so much extra income tonight, shall we go out and have some fun?"

"Absolutely, let's go!"

After Scarface and his group left, the barbecue I ordered arrived.

The delicious aroma had already whetted my appetite.

I handed two skewers to Yuan Ying: "Ying's mother, eat quickly, the roasted pork skin will be too tough to chew if it gets cold."

Yuan Ying didn't reply to me; instead, she stared ahead with a serious expression.

It took me several calls before she came to her senses.

I noticed she was looking in the direction Baldy Third had left, so I lowered my voice and asked softly, "Yingniang, is something wrong?"

Yuan Ying frowned, said it was nothing, and started eating.

I originally intended to use the excuse of having a meal to ask her who was in the coffin stored in the shop's warehouse, and some other metaphysical questions.

She seemed preoccupied, so I didn't press her for details and just ate in silence.

When I got back, Yuan Ying told me not to open the shop that night, but to get a good rest and open it later.

Also, when you sleep, don't get too close to that coffin.

My yin energy is too heavy. If I get too close to that coffin, my remaining yang energy will be absorbed.

I wasn't planning to ask about the coffin, but since she brought it up first, I went along with it and asked her questions.

"Yingniang, that coffin... is there a corpse inside?"

Yuan Ying's expression suddenly changed.

His face, which had been relatively gentle, was now clouded with gloom.

After a moment of silence, Yuan Ying slowly nodded: "There is indeed a corpse lying inside. If you're scared, I'll find you another place to stay later."

I shook my head and said honestly, "I wouldn't say I'm scared, but it's strange that they don't bury it."

However, Yuan Ying seemed not to hear the question, her lips tightly pressed together, and she fell silent once again.

Seeing her reaction, I secretly wondered if the person lying in the coffin was someone very close to Yuan Ying.

It was precisely because she couldn't bear to part with the body that she refused to let it be buried.

There are plenty of similar stories online.

Some people, after their daughter or loved one passes away, are unwilling to bury the deceased and instead preserve the body, hoping that the departed person can stay with them forever.

...

When she returned to the shop, Yuan Ying took a taxi and left, looking preoccupied.

I'm exhausted these past two days. I had a few drinks and ate so many kebabs, and my eyelids are drooping as soon as I got back.

I moved the cot a little further away from the coffin, then moved the paper figures, horses, and flower girls to different positions before lying down on it.

I fell asleep within minutes.

This chapter is not finished yet. Please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content!