After entrusting the shop to his cousin with peace of mind, Zhao Youliang strolled over to the execution ground.
Modern people are not as ignorant as those who used to make "blood buns," so not many people came to watch the execution.
Furthermore, even if outsiders wanted to see it, the official channels wouldn't release it.
Therefore, those waiting outside the execution ground were all merchants like Zhao Youliang who dealt in the dead.
Funeral wreaths, shrouds, trumpets, suonas, and the like.
We all live in the same town and are part of the same industry chain, so we all know each other.
The chatting and joking around didn't feel boring at all.
While they were chatting idly, they saw several unfamiliar faces approaching from afar, and all the shopkeepers immediately realized that these were the family members of the victim.
So they all gathered around and started promoting their own "products".
Zhao Youliang's paper-making shop was a unique and unparalleled business in the small town, so he wasn't in a hurry and just watched from a distance.
He's letting other businesses "test the waters" first, in case they encounter family members with bad tempers, they'll inevitably get a good scolding.
This kind of thing has happened before.
A moment later, although the deceased's family did not curse, they also did not purchase anything from any merchants.
Even the best-selling paper money in the past is like this.
When pressed, the person just smiled wryly and said, "Bring it yourself, bring it yourself."
"Thank you all for your kindness, but we brought our own!"
Seeing that their business was failing, all the merchants scattered, and Zhao Youliang was no exception.
If you can't make money, who wants to stay on the execution ground?!
This is one of the four most notorious evil places, along with mass graves, morgues, and crematoriums.
As Zhao Youliang walked back with the other merchants, he vaguely heard the intermittent conversation of the deceased's family members.
"Old Master... God of Happiness... Great Tomb... Seven Tragic Stones... Curse... White Tiger Breaking Evil... Array Eye."
Zhao Youliang couldn't help but wonder to himself: When did my hearing become so good?!
They were whispering to each other, even though they were dozens of meters apart!
Moreover, I can't understand what these people are saying.
Zhao Youliang has always been easygoing, so he didn't care if he didn't understand.
As he walked back, he pondered how to feed his cousin and the big yellow dog for the next few days.
After all, he's penniless now, not a single penny left...
Back at the shop, Zhao Youliang was surprised to find that his cousin had already made two paper figures in such a short time.
Two lifelike paper figures!
To be precise, this is no longer a paper figure, it's practically a work of art!
It's the kind of thing that even the buyers wouldn't have the heart to burn if it were sold...
For some reason, Zhao Youliang felt that the two paper figures were extremely proud, a pride that came from the bottom of their bones.
He would only "bow down" to his cousin.
As for the rest of them... they're all trash!
Seriously? They're just a pair of paper figures, how can they be so arrogant?!
Unconvinced, Zhao Youliang grinned and reached out to touch it.
"I never knew you could do this, cousin... Oh my god!"
Before Zhao Youliang could finish speaking, he felt a tremendous force strike the paper figure.
If his "cousin" hadn't grabbed him, Zhao Youliang would probably have taken a serious fall.
Wang Youcai was seen pulling Zhao Youliang along while frowning.
"Don't be so presumptuous! This is my elder brother!"
Surprised, Zhao Youliang didn't even notice the "old-fashioned" way of addressing him as "elder brother," and instead asked a question.
"Cousin, who are you talking to? It's not these two paper figures, is it?!"
Wang Youcai clearly didn't want to lie to Zhao Youliang, or rather, he disdained to lie to anyone.
He didn't explain further, but simply nodded slightly.
Then, to Zhao Youliang's astonishment, he turned and went back into the house.
A moment later, Zhao Youliang, finally coming to his senses, discovered that the once incredibly proud paper figure was now "submissive" towards him...
"Wow, is it really that amazing?!"
Fortunately, strange things have been happening frequently lately, completely overturning Zhao Youliang's worldview.
Therefore, they did not continue "studying" the matter, but simply carried the two paper figures to the shop entrance with great joy.
These two are practically living advertisements; if you put them at the entrance, it's hard for your business not to thrive!
It seems my cousin and I won't have to worry about food money anymore!
And so, Zhao Youliang sat happily between the two paper figures, waiting for business to come to him.
Unfortunately, no business came, but the fortune teller from across the street arrived first.
Zhao Youliang always respected the elderly, so he quickly got up and gave up his rattan chair.
"Grandma Liu, please have a seat. What brings you here today?"
Granny Wenmi's original intention was to come and see Zhao Youliang. After all, last night was the first day of Lixietang, and she was really worried that something unexpected might happen.
Upon seeing the two paper figures in front of the door, he froze instantly, even forgetting to pay attention to Zhao Youliang.
After a moment, the old man came to his senses and concluded that the two paper figures were left behind by the mysterious shopkeeper, but he had never seen them before.
Grandma Mi thought this way, which saved Zhao Youliang a lot of trouble.
“Quantum, nothing happened last night…” The old man suddenly stopped, staring at Zhao Youliang in disbelief as he scrutinized him closely.
"You...you asked a spirit medium to do something for you last night?!"
Zhao Youliang looked bewildered when asked, "No, no! I just slept last night."
Why do you ask that, sir?
After hearing Zhao Youliang's answer, Granny Mi didn't believe it at all.
"If you didn't consult a spirit medium, why are you lacking in energy and spirit?"
"At this rate, Quantum, you won't last long!"
Poor Zhao Youliang, yesterday in a daze, had six years of his lifespan taken away by the evil immortal, but he himself didn't even know it.
Seeing Granny Mi's expression, Zhao Youliang remembered seeing the "hearse" last night.
So he quickly recounted what had happened.
"Grandma Liu, do you think that's why I have so little energy?!"
This time, the fortune teller was stunned.
"Quantum, are you saying that Old Mrs. Li died last night? And you even ran into her?"
"Zhang the fortune teller was in the car too?!"
"Mmm-hmm!" Zhao Youliang nodded like a chick pecking at rice.
"Of course! I would lie to anyone but you!"
Granny Wenmi knew Zhao Youliang's character, so she didn't suspect anything, but just asked with a puzzled look.
“They’re all neighbors. If Old Mrs. Li had passed away, her family would have made a fuss long ago.”
"But why now..."
Before Granny Wenmi could finish speaking, a loud wail came from afar.
"Mother, how could you leave so suddenly!"
"As your son, I haven't even had a chance to properly show my filial piety!"
Look at that location, isn't that the direction of Old Mrs. Li's house...?
Zhao Youliang and Granny Wenmi looked at each other in dismay as they heard the crying—it really was dead!
Old Mrs. Li is dead, and that fortune teller Zhang...
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