"No, no, no, I have the final say whether to sell it or not."
"Little brother, do you want to sell it? You are a virgin, handsome and rare, but you can just talk about the price? Do you want to do something, or do you want money?"
The donkey-faced boss looked extremely flattering, as if he were selling real estate or insurance.
As long as it can facilitate this business, anything can be done.
But what he said gave me goosebumps.
Collecting corpses here is selling your own corpse! ?
My eyelids twitched slightly, I shook my head, my voice was dry and hoarse: "Sorry, I just asked."
The entire face of the donkey-faced boss drooped, looking gloomy.
I didn't exert any more effort and let Tsubaki pull me along, and hurriedly walked towards the inside of the narrow street.
From the corner of his eye, he saw that the round objects in the glass cabinets of the shop opposite were dilated eyes, covered with red bloodshot eyes, constantly turning left and right. The other shops sold even weirder things.
It looks like a Chinese herbal medicine shop, but the shelves are filled with miscanthus, goosegrass, and white-flowered ghost grass.
These are all grave grasses, especially miscanthus, which has a strong vitality. Generally, it will take fifty or sixty years for the grass on old graves to wither, and the yin energy is very strong.
On the shelves on both sides of the shoe shop, there are colorful large-toe cloth shoes with narrow and short backs and high hats, as well as various top hats.
When it comes to shoes, I like big-toe shoes, because basically you have to stand on tiptoe to hold up the heels.
I also noticed a shop with a dazzling array of "paper goods" on display. The boss was dressed in cloth, had a full beard on his upper lip, and had a loyal smile.
The plaque at the door reads: "Our store is honest and honest, sells everything with trust and sincerity, and strives to achieve perfection without regrets."
I almost understand the meaning of Mingfang. This place sells dead people's things.
The corpse trade is just one of the businesses...
There were only a few people on the narrow road, but when one passed by, he glanced at Chuying and me, his expression gloomy and strange, as if he was harboring evil intentions. I stopped scanning and looking more, just silently remembering the route we took.
After about ten minutes, Chaoying stopped.
What you see is an old teahouse, full of people sitting there.
There are many people, and it should be lively, but these people are extremely quiet. Even if they talk in pairs, there is almost no sound.
The innermost side of the teahouse is a stage.
It is not the people who perform the opera, but the paper makers.
The vivid paper pricks people, the blush is obvious, the eyes are swaying, and the legs, feet and arms are fidgeting.
Zhizana ghosts look like paper-zha opera, but they are actually ghosts singing opera.
Firefly led me up the wooden stairs on the left to the second floor.
The second floor is built on three sides, with tables and chairs. The middle and rear are hollow, and you can see part of the guests and the stage below.
The distance between tables and chairs is longer than that in the hall, and there is a partitioned private room facing the stage.
Some private rooms are covered by curtains, and a figure can be vaguely seen moving through the gaps in the curtains.
We entered an elegant room, and as soon as we sat down, we heard babbling singing, which was melodious, slender, and extremely plaintive.
"You two, what would you like to drink?" The hollow voice came to my ears.
I don't know when, a boy walked to the door of the private room. He was short in stature, wearing burlap clothes, with a round face full of freckles, two groups of blush on his cheeks, and a pair of eyes that seemed to be painted on.
He was respectful, but the smile on his face was fake, as if he was smiling but not smiling.
Chuying casually answered with two words, which sounded to me like "Feiju".
When the tea arrived, what was floating in the cup was indeed an unopened chrysanthemum bud.
But I could tell at a glance that these were also wild chrysanthemums growing on graves.
The boy also brought some pastries, puff pastry cakes, and rice cakes, all of which were decorated with red, making them more like tributes to the dead.
"Accounting." Chuying said two words lightly.
The young man respectfully lowered the curtain of the private room and stayed away.
"You can take a nap if you're sleepy. It's very safe here. No one dares to approach anyone casually." Chuying said softly: "When they see us coming here, they will consider it carefully. I have to go back to get something to make sure Yang If the steward doesn't do anything big, he will call you out, for a day or two at most."
I nodded.
Tsubaki picked up the teacup, blew on it, and took a sip.
Putting down the cup again, she stood up and prepared to leave.
"Ma Hu is dead." My voice was very low.
Tsubaki Ying's expression changed slightly.
"More than one died, I don't know who else." I added.
"I understand." Chuying pursed her lips.
Firefly is gone...
My eyes fell on the stage diagonally below. The ghost play was still singing. The melodious tune should have made people panic, but I don't know why, but it made me calmer.
After taking a sip of the chrysanthemum tea from the grave, the pain in the injuries on my wrists and knees seemed to disappear.
Mingfang is too weird and special. Without Chuying to lead the way, I really don't dare to walk around casually. I want to investigate my parents' affairs, but I still have no way to start.
Time passed very slowly, and the show changed one after another. I took out my mobile phone to watch it, but there was no signal at all, and the screen seemed to be stuck, unable to move.
I don't know how much time passed, I just knew that I was sleepy, so I took a nap as Tsubaki Ying said.
Then I had a strange dream. I was asleep, so there was no big problem, but there was always a pair of eyes staring at me blankly.
When I woke up, as soon as I opened my eyes, I saw a broad, white donkey face, with small eyes looking straight at me with extremely greedy eyes.
The donkey-faced boss who collected the corpses was actually sitting across from me!
My pupils shrank, my arms shook, and two razors came into my hands!
He quickly hissed, pressed his hands down, and whispered: "Little brother, calm down and don't be impatient. Are you the first to come here? You can't do anything randomly, no, no, no."
I frowned, but I didn't let down my guard.
There's something very wrong with this guy.
Tsubaki Ying said that no one would dare to approach anyone casually.
But this donkey-faced boss came over...
"That's right, little brother, I see you're still injured. You came here to hide from danger, right?"
“How about three things?”
"Sell you to me, and I'll do three things for you, and I'll kill and hurt your people as well."
The donkey-faced boss licked the corner of his mouth. He looked at me as if he were looking at something he treasured.
"Don't worry, you won't die immediately after selling yourself. I won't collect the body until a year later!"
After a pause, the donkey-faced boss looked troubled and thoughtful again.
Then he stretched out three fingers and gritted his teeth and said, "Well, for you, I can change the rules. How about collecting the body in three years? There is only one small condition, you have to keep your virginity."
"Three things, three years to collect the corpse, this has never happened in Hades."
"My golden sign is Mao Yousan. No matter what you do, I will finish it for you within three days."
"Are you selling it?"
My eyelids kept twitching, and the more I listened, the more uncertain it became.
Even though they are low-life people who eat the food of the dead and have surly and peculiar personalities, no one is willing to sacrifice their lives.
Who would sell their life and body?
"You can leave, otherwise, I won't be able to help but shave your head." I said coldly with an extremely ugly face.
Unexpectedly, Mao Yousan's donkey face was even more excited!
He said excitedly: "You can't just shave your head, right?"
