At this moment, Yun Zhizhi looked at these coffins with utter despair, secretly lamenting her fate.
I originally thought it was just a stall set up in front of a coffin shop, but I never expected that the owner would actually put the coffins directly outside the door for sale.
Good heavens!
This time, I'm not just setting up a stall in front of a coffin shop, I'm setting up a stall right next to a coffin!
Just thinking about it gives me a headache.
In the future, if her descendants ask her where she set up her stall, she will have another reason that is difficult to say.
Yun Zhizhi took a few deep breaths, trying to snap herself out of her daze, and then began to carefully examine her surroundings.
Yunhe Street, a name that sounds somewhat poetic, is actually the most dilapidated street in Haixi District.
Surprisingly, the street was unusually wide, a stark contrast to its dilapidated appearance.
Few people stroll around here on weekdays. The reason is simple: besides a few deserted coffin shops, there are several shops that specialize in selling ghost money and various funeral supplies.
A faint smell of decay permeated the air, as if constantly reminding people of the special nature of this place.
Chen's Flat Board Shop is located at the end of this street, with a relatively large open space in front of it.
It seems that the owner of this shop, in order to attract customers' attention and let everyone know what goods he sells, has unabashedly moved coffins to the open space outside the door for display and sale.
He Yang had almost broken one of the garlic cloves hanging around his neck into pieces.
He hurried over to Yun Zhizhi's side, gently tugged at her sleeve, and said with a look of fear on his face:
"Boss, are you really going to go this far this time? How about we go somewhere else? This place feels creepy and scary!"
Yun Zhizhi noticed that He Yang's face had turned pale with fear, and couldn't help but gently comfort him, "Don't be afraid, I'm here. Besides, it's not like we haven't been to eerie places to set up stalls before."
Hearing this, He Yang's face fell helplessly, and he muttered under his breath, "Okay... I hope everything goes well!"
Doctor Zhou walked over and twisted He Yang's ear. "You fatso He, your intention in wearing red was clearly to ward off evil spirits. You just lied to me and said it was for good luck."
He Yang covered his ears and cried out, "Ouch, that hurts!"
At this moment, sunlight streamed into the shop through the old window frames, making even the dust in the corners clearly visible.
Chen Dazhi was sitting on a chair at the checkout counter in the shop, his head nodding and his eyelids drooping, looking like he was about to fall asleep.
Just then, the shop's only employee, like a startled rabbit, hurriedly ran from a distance to Chen Dazhi's side.
Panting heavily, he shouted, "Boss... Boss, there's... there's a group of people outside!"
Chen Dazhi kept his eyes closed, only slightly raising his hand, his voice heavy with weariness and languor as he slowly responded:
"Great news! Since we have guests, what are you standing here for? Hurry up and treat them well."
After saying that, he tried to fall asleep again.
However, the shop assistant did not leave as he wished, but stood there and continued, "I haven't finished speaking yet, boss. This group of people probably isn't here to buy coffins."
Upon hearing this, Chen Dazhi couldn't help but chuckle: "Oh? They're not here to buy coffins? Then what are they doing here? Are they just strolling around?"
The shop assistant quickly shook his head and explained, "I just saw them moving things over there. It looks like they're going to set up a stall next to where the coffins are placed in front of our shop!"
These words struck Chen Dazhi like a thunderclap.
He was drowsy but instantly woke up, and his sleepiness vanished without a trace.
He suddenly opened his eyes and exclaimed in disbelief, "What?"
Then, he jumped up and rushed out the door.
He still couldn't believe that anyone would choose to set up a stall in front of a coffin shop.
Besides, those coffins are all openly displayed outside!
Unless this person has something wrong with their head, it's impossible for them to do something so absurd.
Thinking about this, Chen Dazhi became increasingly convinced that his colleague must have misread the situation.
So he quickened his pace, wanting to go out and see for himself.
Before long, Chen Dazhi appeared as if he were walking on air, quickly arriving at the stall set up by Yun Zhizhi and the others.
In that instant, when he saw the items displayed on the stall, he was struck as if by lightning. His pupils dilated sharply, and his mouth opened wide enough to fit an egg.
"You guys..." Chen Dazhi was so shocked that he could hardly utter a complete sentence.
Oh my god!
The guy was right; they actually did come here to set up a stall.
What's even more unbelievable is that what they're selling at their stall isn't anything else, but food!
At this moment, Yun Zhizhi looked the middle-aged man in brocade robes up and down and guessed his identity.
Then, a faint smile appeared on her face, and she said softly, "Boss, we came here specifically to set up a stall and sell snacks."
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Chen Dazhi would have thought that what he was hearing was the biggest joke in the world.
"Young lady, I'm giving you a piece of advice: you should find another place to set up your stall! Don't you think it's a bit scary to do business here?"
As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed to the black coffin about ten feet away from Yun Zhizhi's stall.
Yun Zhizhi looked in the direction he was pointing and her gaze fell on the dark coffin.
She casually looked away and replied with a relaxed expression, "It's okay, we're mentally strong, we're not afraid."
He Yang glanced at her furtively, muttering to himself: I'm in trouble! I'm not strong! I'm scared!
Immediately afterwards, as if deliberately teasing Chen Dazhi, Yun Zhizhi jokingly said with a smile, "Master, you're here all day long, aren't you afraid?"
Chen Dazhi's lips curled up slightly, and he let out a soft chuckle, showing no intention of continuing to dissuade the group in front of him.
If no one comes to patronize their business later, they will naturally know to leave.
In his view, these people were simply bored out of their minds, which is why they came up with such a bizarre idea to set up a stall in front of his coffin shop.
However, just as Chen Dazhi was thinking this, a rich aroma suddenly wafted over.
He involuntarily sniffed hard, his gaze immediately falling on the four large plates of bright red snacks closest to him, which emitted an enticing aroma.
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