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I looked at the man warily, holding the hand holding the knife behind my back.

The man obviously noticed that I was sizing him up, so Shang Wanxiang turned around and said hello to me.

"Hello, my name is Wuming. We are all in the same room tonight. I hope everyone is safe!"

It seemed that there was something in his words. After he finished speaking, he found a place to sit down and stopped talking. He looked taciturn.

nameless? What the hell is that name?

I observed and compared it repeatedly with my naked eyes and the mobile phone in the live broadcast room, and found nothing unusual about this man named Wuming.

He seemed like a real human being.

But staying overnight in a coffin shop in the middle of the night, who in the right mind would do such a thing? Even if you spend one night under the roof of a shop outside, it's still better than here!

Judging from his clothes, he is not a beggar living outside. What is the purpose of entering the coffin shop at this time?

What he just said seemed to be implying something, but he didn't say it clearly, making it unpredictable. No matter what, you must be careful.

He was making all kinds of guesses in his mind, but remained calm on the surface.

Now, in addition to staring at the four coffins, I also have to guard against the man, which is very stressful.

"Hey, why did a man come this time? Anchor, you have changed. You actually learned to pick up soap!"

"It tastes so strong, the picture is so spicy just thinking about it!"

"Protest! Serious protest! We want to see fair-skinned and beautiful young ladies!"

"Anyway, I can't stand it any longer. Are there any pretty girls playing with me? My brother will take you flying!"

Glancing at the live broadcast room, I couldn't help but feel that my head was full of black lines. Not only was there no one to reward me, but my popularity had dropped by half.

Boom, boom, boom!

At this time, there was another knock on the door.

Anyone else coming?

I stood up immediately and glanced at the tall, thin man named Wuming.

His face was expressionless, and it was hard to tell what he was thinking. He seemed indifferent to the knock on the door.

Boom, boom, boom.

The knocking on the door continues.

I looked at the door in confusion, holding the multifunctional knife tightly in my hand.

There were three knocks on the door, and a woman's faint voice came from outside.

"Today is my dad's memorial day. I'm here to burn paper for him." The woman's voice was slightly changed by the night wind, which sounded scary.

No one asked her, who was she answering?

Then, the dark door creaked open, and a woman in a red dress appeared outside the door carrying a bamboo basket.

Red dress again? !

My eyelids were twitching wildly. After what happened with Sister Hong, I was simply allergic to women wearing red dresses.

"Excuse me." The woman stood at the door and nodded politely before walking in with a basket in hand.

She is also in a red dress and has black hair, but her appearance is completely different from Sister Hong's. Her black hair is braided into a braid and rests on her shoulders. Her eyes are clear and gentle, and she is elegant and refined without any makeup.

I used my mobile phone in the live broadcast room to observe the women, and sure enough, the fans were excited again.

"Finally waiting for my beloved lady in red!"

"It looks like she's not the same person as last time. She's more beautiful. I love her!"

The water friend who threatened to reward them fulfilled his promise and received a pair of golden boys and girls in the live broadcast room, worth 1,000 ghost coins.

Seeing two grown men in the lobby, the woman looked slightly surprised, but she didn't say anything. Like the man named Wuming, she went to the altar to burn incense first.

Looking at the graceful back of the woman, I murmured in my heart, why do they all have to burn incense? Is this the default rule of the coffin shop?

Do I need to make up for it?

"Hello, my name is Axiang. We are in the same room tonight. I hope everyone is safe and well." After the woman finished applying the incense, she turned around and smiled at Wuming and me.

Same words again.

Wuming acted as if he hadn't seen her, and his expression was calm. Out of politeness, I nodded to the woman named Axiang.

Although nothing scary has happened on the surface so far, the atmosphere is getting weirder.

Then, something even more unexpected happened.

Axiang actually carried the basket, walked to the opposite side of the second black coffin, and slowly knelt down.

"Dad, I'm here to see you."

She wiped her eyes with a sad expression, took out the yellow paper from the basket, and burned them one by one.

"What?"

Is there really a dead person in the coffin? !

The hairs all over my body suddenly exploded, and I subconsciously moved back a little.

The uncertain light of the fire reflected on Axiang's beautiful face, making her expression unpredictable. It was hard to tell whether it was sadness or joy.

She watched in silence as all the yellow paper turned into ashes, then slowly stood up and looked around the lobby. Whether intentionally or not, she found a seat next to me and sat down, hugging her legs.

Wuming was sitting on the other side, not even looking at Axiang during the whole process.

I used my mobile phone in the live broadcast room to verify repeatedly. The man and woman were obviously human, but they felt too weird to me.

After thinking for a while, I approached Ah Xiang and asked politely in a low voice: "Girl, excuse me, do you have to burn incense after you come in?"

"Singing incense and saying hello are both necessary." Axiang seemed to be easy to talk to and nodded.

"Who are you saying hello to?"

"Of course it's the owner of the coffin shop. If you don't do this, you will be kicked out."

Axiang's tone was very calm, but it made my scalp feel like electric shock.

"Isn't the owner here dead?"

"They are still here." Axiang glanced at the roof with strange eyes.