Chapter 75 Ghost Buying Clothes
The noisy city during the day slowly fell into silence.
Dim yellow street lights turned on, casting clusters of light in the dark night. Occasionally, vehicles or pedestrians passed by in a hurry.
Wang Ming sat in the shop settling accounts and decided to close the shop after watching it getting darker and later.
"I didn't make a penny today, and I spent a lot."
I walked out of the store a little depressed, thinking about what I had been doing for so if he didn’t make much money, he would still lose a lot.
"Dad doesn't know what he thinks, but he opened a shroud shop in a big city. Isn't this the old birthday star who hanged himself - are you tired of living? Who in the big city believes this thing! If you die, you will be dragged to the crematorium and burned. , find an urn and bury them."
"Who would still wear a shroud or sleep in a wooden coffin these days? Who would still be buried in the ground?"
Wang Ming couldn't help but sigh when he looked at the three characters "Shroud Shop" on the shop sign.
These days, even remote rural areas have begun to practice cremation.
Who will be buried?
Although burial is a folk tradition, it has been around for a long time.
But its rituals are complicated and there are many processes.
In modern society, few people are willing to carry out the folk custom of burial.
Shroud shops like Wang Ming's also sell shrouds and wooden is absolutely no business in big cities.
Normally, when others see it, they would stay away from it, for fear that it would be bad luck if they stick to it.
Not to mention dating girls.
Thinking about these things, Wang Ming felt that his life's future was gloomy.
"Forget it, at least I still have savings. This shop is my own and I don't have to pay rent. It's a blessing among misfortunes."
Thinking to comfort himself, Wang Ming prepared to lock the door in the dim light of the store.
But at this moment, the hand that had always been pale stretched out.
He stopped Wang Ming from closing the door.
"Please wait a moment." A misty female voice sounded.
"Holy shit!" Wang Ming was startled by this sudden turn of events. He opened the door angrily and annoyed to see if it was the woman with cerebral palsy who was scaring her so late at night.
"It's midnight! You can't knock on the door..."
He looked out the door angrily and was stunned for a moment when he saw the person coming.
It was a woman in white pajamas.
The long black hair is fluffy and covers her face.
His face looked extremely pale as if he had lost too much blood.
The lips were covered with dead skin, as if they hadn't drank water for a long time.
Especially those eyes.
It was as big as a copper ball and filled with bloodshot eyes.
"..." Wang Ming looked at this woman, and he seemed to have thought of something bad.
"Can you wait a moment?" The woman looked at Wang Ming and said silently.
"What are you here to buy?" Wang Ming said looking at the woman.
"I want to buy a shroud for myself, but I wonder if the shop owner still sells it?" The woman clutched Wang Ming's sleeve tightly, with a hint of pleading on her face.
No one would buy a shroud for themselves, unless... Wang Ming thought in a panic.
"Shrouds are for those who are buried. Why do you want to buy yourself a shroud?" Wang Ming asked the woman.
"I..." When the woman heard his words, she couldn't help but smile sadly.
"I probably won't live too long."
"Half a month ago, I was already targeted by evil spirits..."
The woman told Wang Ming the story of what happened to her in detail, but her eyes that should have been bright were lifeless at the moment.
Wang Ming felt a little flustered, but still forced himself to haggard woman in front of her encountered an evil spirit on her way home from a night shift. From then on, she was haunted by nightmares every night.
No matter when or where she fell asleep, she would fall into an endless nightmare.
She tried to seek official help, but after an investigation, the police could only regretfully tell her that there was nothing at home.
"I really can't bear it, and I want to buy a shroud to bury myself in, so as not to suffer any more torture."
The woman spoke very calmly, but Wang Ming only felt sad.
It is a feeling of powerlessness, unable to resist death, and can only choose to embrace death in the most relaxed way.
"...What style of shroud do you want to buy?"
Wang Ming didn't refuse the woman's request. After all, they were all customers, not to mention that the other party's affairs were so he doesn't really believe in ghosts in the world, business still needs to be done.
He led the woman into the store, although it didn't look big from the outside.
The woman looked at the various statues of gods hung around the walls, including the Rakshasa with three heads and six arms, and the True King with three eyes and a tiger face.
There are ferocious beasts and majestic gods with flying ribbons.
She had never seen these statues before.
Even at a certain moment, the woman felt that these statues were staring at her, giving her goosebumps all over her body.
"Boss, what kind of gods are these?"
"Immortal?" Wang Ming searched for a shroud similar to that of a woman and looked up at the statue she pointed at.
"That's not a ghost, that's the orthodox god Erlang Zhenjun."
"Zhenjun Erlang?"
He handed the chosen shroud to the woman and gave her a sympathetic look.
It's not like he has any idea of a hero saving the beauty. After all, he is just the owner of a shroud shop.
Not to mention magic, even carrying a few buckets of drinking water on weekdays would make him fall down from exhaustion.
"How much?" The woman silently took the shroud and sighed softly.
"88." Wang Ming reported a price that even he felt embarrassed about.
A shroud can sell for more than 80 yuan, and he himself feels embarrassed.
The woman looked at Wang Ming and said, "This is 100 yuan, no need to look for it."
Wang Ming was ashamed to take the woman's money. He felt that he was a profiteer who had added insult to injury.
But he had no choice about the price, it was all set by his father, so he had no choice but to spread his hands.
"This is the purchase price. Girl, please understand."
The woman didn't bargain, she just took the shroud and walked out.
Wang Ming looked at the woman's pitiful look, thought for a moment and took out a pair of portraits of door gods from the shelf.
"Girl, this portrait of the door god is a gift. It might be useful to stick it on the door."
The legend of the door god originated in the Tang Dynasty. It was spread from the story that Li Shimin was disturbed by the ghost of the Dragon King and sent a general to guard it.
In folk stories, sticking a door god on it means family harmony and protection from ghosts and monsters.
It's just that Wang Ming is not sure whether this door god is useful, but he knows that sticking to the door god can at least give people comfort.
The woman turned her head in surprise. When she saw what Wang Ming handed over, she didn't refuse it.
"Thank you." After a moment of silence, the woman took the shroud and door god and left the shop.
She walked out of the shroud shop, and the street was completely are no shops still open on both sides of the street.
The biting cold wind hit him in bursts, making Wang Ming shiver coldly.
When he looked at the woman again, she had disappeared.
Back in the store, Wang Ming picked up the money paid by the when he looked carefully, the money turned into a ghost coin.
"...Ghost, ghost!" Wang Ming shivered with fright and ran into the house rolling and crawling.
(End of this chapter)
