Mysterious Revival

Chapter 1095: Chapter 1061: Coffin Shop

At this moment, Yang Jian didn’t want to get entangled with the eerie matters here; he planned to spend money at this strange paper shop.

Using the three yuan he got earlier.

He didn’t plan to spend the remaining seven yuan, keeping it for emergencies.

“Three yuan for a paper figure, what should I buy?” Yang Jian looked around at the live items in the paper shop.

The most eye-catching was the beautiful paper woman walking out from the pile of paper figures.

The beautiful paper figure had black hair, an oval face, a slender waist, and cheeks painted with scarlet blush, giving it both an aesthetic and eerie vibe, combining to form such a unique paper figure.

“I can’t buy a paper figure. Such ’human-like’ things carry a great deal of uncertainty; once entangled, it might bring trouble to me. Therefore, I absolutely cannot buy any paper figure here with this three yuan. I must buy an item to take away.” Yang Jian glanced at the beautiful paper figure.

He never had the thought of buying this beautiful paper figure.

After all, he now possesses the Deceiving Ghost Necklace, and with the Ghost Shadow’s ability, he can mold living beings at will.

Whether it’s a beautiful woman or a handsome man, they’re just meaningless flesh.

His gaze shifted away.

Yang Jian looked at other things in the paper shop.

Three-story paper villa, paper-made tables and chairs, paper cabinets, paper teapots and cups… He looked around but found nothing particularly interesting.

Perhaps he came a bit late.

Some items were already purchased by others before, leaving behind useless things, with some even incomplete, as if hurriedly made and not finished.

“It’s normal that the good stuff was bought by the people before.” Yang Jian didn’t mind and kept seriously choosing, and he had somewhat grasped the situation.

He liked three things.

A three-story paper villa, a two-layer wooden boat made of paper, and a black round hat made of paper.

As for those strange paper figures, they weren’t in his consideration at all.

Yang Jian’s preference leaned toward the black round hat, but he thought about the upcoming Ghost Lake incident he needed to handle, and perhaps the paper boat would offer some help.

“Choose the paper boat.”

Finally, he made up his mind, placing the three yuan on the counter of the paper shop, then walked to an inconspicuous corner and picked up the paper boat, less than twenty centimeters long.

The paper boat was dusty, evidently abandoned for a long time.

Moreover, being in a dark corner, it was easily overlooked, belonging to unsold stock.

In fact, Yang Jian also felt this item might be useless, but under the circumstances, he decided choosing the paper boat might prevent future regret.

Just spending money for peace of mind.

After paying, he glanced back.

The two blocking paper figures by the door had unknowingly stepped aside, returned to their previous positions, standing.

The eerie sound echoing by his ears disappeared too.

All anomalies settled, even the cold aura in the shop dissipated considerably.

Indeed.

Consumers are treated as distinguished guests.

Yang Jian left the paper shop, holding the useless paper boat.

Without lingering, he continued to walk down the street, wanting to see what else was on this street.

But shortly after Yang Jian left.

Inside the paper shop.

The motionless beautiful paper figure had two streaks of water under its eyes, as if crying because Yang Jian hadn’t buried it, quite eerie.

But Yang Jian was unaware of all this.

He continued forward along the street.

The further he went, the more closed shops surrounded him, with some already abandoned, roof collapsing into debris.

Barren, forsaken, eerie.

The street had changed; Yang Jian ventured deeply but hadn’t reached the end, could still continue walking.

Yet moving forward, the surrounding light grew dim, previously still daytime, but now it was night, and the debris grew more frequent, until eventually, there wasn’t even debris, just a barren space. Only the bluestone path continued, hadn’t reached the end, continuing, extending into darkness.

“I see; it’s an endless supernatural street. At this point, I must turn back, cannot venture deeper; otherwise, might lose oneself.” Yang Jian comprehended roughly.

This was a ghost street that didn’t exist in reality.

As for who constructed it, it remains unknown; however, most of this ghost street has been abandoned now.

Moreover, as time passes, more shops close, more buildings collapse, and this street will gradually shorten until it might even disappear.

But looking at the building ruins, it was certainly prosperous before.

“Time to turn back.” Yang Jian walked a bit further.

By now, the buildings on both sides had completely vanished, leaving only a barren bluestone road.

Everything has been explored, leaving no regrets.

Yet just as Yang Jian planned to turn back, his Ghost Eye took a peek forward, surprisingly seeing not far ahead stood a shop starkly amid the darkness.

That shop hadn’t collapsed, nor closed, still maintaining business.

Since Yang Jian saw the door open.

“Not far, must take a look.”

Yang Jian hesitated, estimating the distance, then carefully observed his surroundings, ensuring no anomalies before deciding to check out the last shop.

That shop was the only remaining one in the vicinity.

Lonely and hidden under the dim environment, faintly visible.

Anyone coming to this street for the first time could never venture as far as Yang Jian did, so this shop should be very hard to find.

Yang Jian didn’t get too close.

His ghost eye ignored the darkness, seeing everything clearly.

“Coffin Shop!”

Three black characters hung on a white plaque, telling Yang Jian what exactly was being sold at this last shop.

It was selling coffins.

Inside the open shop door, right in the middle, was a coffin.

It was a black coffin, shiny with varnish, without a speck of dust, very new, and already completed, not a defective piece.

“A black coffin.” Yang Jian’s mind was triggered by some unpleasant memories upon seeing this thing.

A black coffin had once imprisoned the Ghost Envoy.

But that black Ghost Coffin was destroyed for various reasons.

Unexpectedly, there’s a new black coffin in this Taiping Ancient Town.

“A black coffin signifies danger; in old customs, only those who died tragically or with deep resentment used black coffins; those who died of old age had joyous funerals and used red coffins. For instance, the old man’s corpse in the ancient house during the previous delivery mission was buried in a red coffin.”

Yang Jian pondered, cautiously getting closer, trying to gather more information.

He found a black coffin placed in the center of the Coffin Shop, with several other coffins, including some red ones of varying sizes, and a few natural wood ones that hadn’t been varnished yet.

There were at least seven or eight coffins in total.

This Coffin Shop lived up to its name, selling nothing but coffins.

“There’s movement inside.” Suddenly, Yang Jian heard some small sounds from within the Coffin Shop.

He listened intently.

But found that there were sounds of knocking and sawing wood, as if someone was working inside, making new coffins.

However, what made Yang Jian feel creepy was that when he tried to get a little closer, the sounds inside abruptly stopped.

Everything around fell into silence.

“Is there really someone making coffins here?” Yang Jian wasn’t sure if there was truly someone living in this Coffin Shop.

He mostly suspected that a fierce ghost was lingering in there.

Thinking of this, he stepped back.

Unwilling to court disaster.

Just looking around was enough; there was too much eeriness here. Yang Jian didn’t want to disturb the balance and invite trouble, especially at this critical moment.

So Yang Jian turned to leave without hesitation, without approaching this last Coffin Shop.

But as he turned to leave, the shop issued a creaking sound, like a coffin lid being lifted, and a voice eerily echoed: “Young man, buy a coffin, you’ll need it sooner or later, just eighteen yuan…”

Just like the paper effigy store.

This one had a voice peddling too.

But this time, the opening price was beyond imagination.

A paper figure was three yuan, a mask was three yuan, but a coffin was actually eighteen yuan.

Can’t afford it.

Yang Jian only had seven yuan left, making him a complete pauper in front of this Coffin Shop.

Therefore, he walked away even faster with this quote.

Because, once involved, Yang Jian wouldn’t even have the chance to pay his way out of trouble and would have to fight the Coffin Shop to the end.

This peddler’s voice only rang out once and didn’t appear again.

Yang Jian retraced his steps, and the Coffin Shop behind quickly vanished into the darkness.

Faintly, the place once again resonated with knocking and sawing sounds.

Not long after.

Yang Jian passed by the previous paper effigy store again, but strangely, the black and white paper figures at the entrance had changed positions again, now standing inside the shop, not outside.

Meanwhile.

The mask stall in front also disappeared.

Some shops had even closed their doors, no longer open for business.

Checking the time.

Only then did Yang Jian realize, after wandering around, it was already 5:50 unintentionally, just ten minutes until six o’clock.

“After six, it’ll be night. Does this street not operate at night?” Yang Jian felt a sudden chill, quickening his pace.

The Ghost Post Office was like this too.

Lights out at six.

It seemed the supernatural places in that era shared some common traits.

While preparing to leave this street, Yang Jian saw a man ahead, seemingly about to leave after finishing his shopping.

The man had his back to him, wearing outdated clothing, appearing somewhat tall and distinctive.

“Who are you?” He tried to shout, as a greeting.

But the man in front didn’t turn around, continuing forward as if he hadn’t heard.

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