Yang Jian could no longer stand this black shopâs constant price increases. He thought that if he really had to spend money to buy back a coffin, the remaining money in his hand wouldnât be enough. Since that was the case, he wouldnât indulge this unscrupulous business any longer.
At this moment, the eerie ghost flame spread throughout the coffin shop, and in just a moment, it almost engulfed the entire store.
The originally dim, yellow oil lamp was now glowing with the color of the ghost flame, and from a distance, the coffin shop looked like it was set ablaze.
For personal reasons, Yang Jian deliberately controlled the ghost flame to avoid the coffins in the shop, preventing them from catching fire.
âAre you really going to take action?â Lin Yunhui, standing nearby, was somewhat surprised, seemingly not expecting Yang Jian to be so reckless, using supernatural power in the coffin shop over a disagreement.
Yang Jianâs face remained grim, âI donât have the habit of being a sucker. This coffin shop wants to be a profiteer? Letâs see if they have the guts. Plus, Iâve mentioned before that I had thoughts of robbing this shop. Did you think I was just saying it? Well, since Iâve already taken action, donât hold back. Today, weâll take all the coffins from here and destroy this shop so it disappears from Ghost Street forever.â
He either wouldnât do it or would do it thoroughly.
Saying this, he directly reached out and lifted a red coffin, then walked straight out of the coffin shop.
However, Yang Jianâs actions obviously violated the biggest taboo in the coffin shop.
No one has ever heard of a ghost handler successfully robbing a coffin shop. In the past, there might have been some who were bold enough to try, but they didnât succeed and instead met their end in the shop.
Though time has passed, and perhaps the glory of this coffin shop has faded, it certainly wouldnât just sit back and watch Yang Jian take a red coffin without paying.
âBang!â
Instantly, the old door of the coffin shop slammed shut, with the lock automatically dropping into place, clearly not intending to let Yang Jian leave.
âJust a door trying to stop me?â Without saying a word, Yang Jian raised his other hand, and a tightly gripped spear dropped without hesitation.
The Firewood Knife became incredibly sharp upon touching the supernatural.
The coffin shopâs door was not an ordinary one but a supernatural door, resembling two coffin lids, seemingly harboring inexplicable terrifying ghosts.
As the Firewood Knife fell, the just-closed door instantly split into several pieces, accompanied by eerie screeching sounds.
Yang Jian glanced down slightly.
He found that the shattered door panels were subtly wriggling, with blood seeping out, revealing that inside the wood wasnât wood at all but chunks of foul-smelling flesh embedded within.
Stepping over these broken door panels, Yang Jian strode out of the coffin shop.
However, once outside, he found that it was completely dark, and the familiar Ghost Street had utterly vanished. Or perhaps this wasnât Ghost Street at all, because not far in the darkness, a dim yellow oil lamp swayed slightly in midair, identical to the one inside the coffin shop, with a wooden door beneath it.
The wooden door was old-fashioned, bolted, the very door Yang Jian had just shattered.
âWalk out the door, only to return to the coffin shop?â Yang Jianâs ghost eye slightly turned as he observed the scene in the distance, and he came to a halt.
Then he looked around to find a startling scene outside the dark store.
On the way to that dim oil lamp afar, both sides were lined with coffins, which seemed very old, with their paint faded. Most unsettling, many coffins were open, and through those open lids, one could vaguely sense terrifying supernatural beings about to awaken inside.
The coffins were arranged in rows, their sheer number enough to make oneâs skin crawl.
âIf we take a few more steps, the ghosts inside the coffins might resurrect, and theyâll tear us apart. Robbing this coffin shop is too dangerous; you should reconsider carefully,â Lin Yunhuiâs voice came from behind.
Yang Jian said, âI never intended to reach the other side. Even if I did, Iâd just end up back in the shop, and opening the door might lead to yet another coffin shop⊠This is an infinite supernatural loop enough to trap any ghost handler here. To escape, I must break the supernatural cycle within the shop.â
He understood that the moment he stepped into the coffin shop, he was no longer on Ghost Street but inside the supernatural world of the shop.
Acting on someone elseâs turf, thereâs no way to succeed.
âPeace and prosperity. Put down the coffin and compensate twenty yuan for the door, then you can leave.â A haunting voice echoed, though this time not from within the coffin shop but floating over from the darkness outside the shop.
With this voice, many of the coffins arranged outside began to tremble slightly.
âYou want me to pay? Dream on, you profiteer! Raising the price of a ten-yuan coffin to twenty-four yuan, I wonât give you a penny today. If you dare, kill me, otherwise Iâll empty out your shop.â Yang Jian no longer tolerated it, retorting bluntly.
âPay twenty yuan; itâs your price for life.â The haunting voice reappeared, more eerie this time, like a ghost whispering.
Meanwhile, from the darkness outside, a creaking sound, the noise of coffin boards rubbing against them, could be heard.
This indicated that many things inside the coffins were awakening.
If there was a ghost inside each of the coffins outside, the number Yang Jian might face now would be enough to drive one to despair.
âYouâve wasted my time. Pay me twenty yuan, which is more like it. If not, Iâll burn your shop and take all your coffins.â Yang Jian said coldly, then his ghost eye turned, observing the surroundings.
In his sight, the boundary between reality and the supernatural was forcibly broken.
Though still within the eerie coffin shop, his vision had reached the Taiping Ancient Town submerged by Ghost Lake.
Lin Yunhui, standing by, looked at Yang Jian with great astonishment.
It was hard for her to believe that such an impulsive and reckless individual could have come this far down the supernatural path.
Given the current situation, no matter what, it was disadvantageous to her. Choosing to pay up and move on was a normal decision; for someone with less courage, even kneeling to beg for mercy wouldnât seem improper.
Yet, Yang Jian chose the most incredible action.
However, Lin Yunhui did not offer advice, but chose to trust Yang Jianâs approach.
Because no one would be foolish enough to seek their own demise.
The next moment.
Yang Jian acted.
With one hand, he lifted the red coffin and directly hurled it forward.
The immense force sent the empty coffin flying, but surprisingly, instead of hitting the ground, the red coffin smashed open a large hole in mid-air.
Light poured in through the hole, dispelling the surrounding gloom. Through it, the outside world could be seen.
It was an ancient town submerged in lake water.
âBang!â
A loud crash echoed as the coffin landed on the roof of a house in the Taiping Ancient Town of the real world.
âBreaking the boundaries between the supernatural and reality so easily?â Lin Yunhuiâs expression changed slightly, revealing astonishment.
Such a method in the Republic of China Era wouldnât be strange, but for someone in this era to achieve this was quite incredible.
Because dealing with the resurgence of the supernatural has only been a matter of a few years in this era.
In other words, Yang Jian had grown to this extent within just a few years.
âWhat are you standing around for? Help me clear out the coffin shop?â Yang Jian glanced at Lin Yunhui, then turned back to the coffin shop, lifting another red coffin.
Again, he threw it out.
Taking advantage of the passage between reality and the supernatural remaining open, Yang Jian threw out another coffin.
Lin Yunhui hesitated for a moment but quickly caught on. Her movements were even faster and more practiced than Yang Jianâs. Seizing the opportunity, she instantly hurled out three coffins.
The three coffins aligned in a row, crossing the passage and landing in reality.
Seeing such easy success, a trace of excitement appeared on Lin Yunhuiâs face. She took action again, throwing another three coffins out.
But this time luck seemed not as favorable, with two coffins flying out while the last one fell inside the coffin shop.
The passage between reality and the supernatural closed at this moment, seemingly corroded by the darkness outside, causing the passage Yang Jian had opened to become unsustainable.
âThieves, two thieves, you will definitely die here.â A ghostly voice in the outside darkness revealed rage.
Simultaneously, cold and terrifying figures appeared in the darkness. Those figures gathered together, surging toward the two in the coffin shop.
At this moment, countless malevolent spirits were released.
Yang Jian, expressionless, broke the boundary between reality and the supernatural again, tossing another coffin out: âGo, leave here, donât hesitate.â
Without delay, he stepped forward across the supernatural boundary, left the coffin shop, and returned to Taiping Ancient Town.
âSuch a pity.â Lin Yunhui, seeing this, had no choice but to quickly retreat.
She knew Yang Jian was being cautious, avoiding mishaps, otherwise she might have stolen a few more coffins.
The two disappeared just as quickly.
Meanwhile, inside the coffin shop, Ghost Flames rapidly began to extinguish, while worn and terrifying ancient corpses seemed to appear out of thin air, filling the entire shop, as if ready to engulf everything.
But it was too late.
Yang Jian had already succeeded in robbing the coffin shop and escaped back to Taiping Ancient Town.
Moreover, the coffin shop seemed to have certain rule restrictions; the ghosts within did not pursue them outside the shop.
Afterwards.
A voice filled with resentment echoed through the dim coffin shop: âGive me back my coffinsâŠâ
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