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I kept feeling that this little six was a little strange. Other than his eyes, I kept having the feeling that he had something he wanted to tell us.

Walking into the backyard, there were all sorts of finished products made of paper. Beside the corner of the wall, there was even a coffin. Although this place was also pitch black, the big red coffin was very eye-catching and could be seen the moment you entered.

I asked Uncle Zhang, a little puzzled. Isn't this a paper making shop? Why would there be a coffin? Could it be that he was selling coffins part-time?

Uncle Zhang laughed. He turned his head to look at the coffin and said, "The coffin is mine. If someone suddenly leaves, they will need a place to stay."

I nodded to show that I understood. There was also a custom on our side, which was to prepare a coffin before the old man left, and then wait for the old man to die before entering the grave.

However, this kind of method is only used by elderly people who have been sick for a long time, or whose body is a little strange. Uncle Zhang doesn't look that old, and I can't tell what's wrong with him either.

Moreover, most longevity ingredients were kept in shady areas to prevent them from melting over a long period of time. However, this coffin was kept in the yard, so wouldn't it be troublesome if they stayed there for a long time? That was to say, when preparing the longevity materials, they had to place some junk on top of them, which meant that they wouldn't need to use this thing. This was also a kind of prayer for their ancestors, but not to mention that the coffin in front of them was very clean, there wasn't even a speck of junk on top of it.

What was going on? Could it be that Uncle Zhang didn't even know about this? The one in the living room is Lil 'Six, which means that Uncle Zhang still has five other sons. Even if he didn't notice, he should at least pay attention to those sons of his.

After passing through the backyard, we finally arrived at the other courtyard. This courtyard was extremely clean, there was basically nothing else here, but it was a little strange, there was a white paper stuck in each of the four corners of the courtyard. Of course I had seen this look before, isn't this the White Impermanence of the Yin Master?

What did that mean? I sized up the place as we walked, but didn't ask much. It wasn't until Uncle Zhang arranged a room for Ling Hua and I that I asked curiously. Because we were both girls, Uncle Zhang arranged a room for the two of us.

Uncle Zhang smiled, then explained to me, "Our place is different from other places after all. Occasionally, there would be some messed up things causing trouble, so we have to put a Yinsi in order to suppress them so as to not disturb the people living here.

So that's how it is. Although it's a reasonable explanation, it's the first time I've heard something like this. If I suppress some evil spirits or ghosts, putting some Buddha statues in there, won't it be more useful? Why put a yin division here?

Uncle Zhang did not explain anything to us. He turned around and walked out, telling us to sleep well tonight, not to think too much and not to come out for a stroll, especially not to go to the front yard.

This isn't a good place either, not to mention that we're only staying for the night, we'll be leaving tomorrow morning. We won't leave if we don't want to, since Uncle Zhang has already said so, I don't want to frown, especially after what happened last time in the deserted village. Just thinking about it makes me scared.

Although it was only later that she explained to me that he had done it at night to scare me out of there, the scene was so seeping that if I had to go through it all over again, I would have chosen not to go out, no matter what happened outside.

It seemed that there were people frequently coming to stay here. Aside from the two beds, there was a bookcase and a fish tank with two black fish in them. I didn't know what kind of fish they were, but the light in the room was very dim and it was like a candle with no TV and no internet. I filled my phone with electricity, said a few words to Linghua and went to bed.

Linghua looked exhausted and she also lied on the bed, but when I thought about Lil 'Six, I asked Linghua, "Did Uncle Zhang have six sons?"

After that, she immediately sat up and told me, "Uncle Zhang does have six sons, but I heard that four of them have already died. There's also one in the town, and our family only has this little six. When we came back, Uncle Zhang told us that he was a pitiful person."

I nodded my head. So that's how it is, the world is unpredictable, no wonder Uncle Zhang wanted to put in a lifespan, if it was anyone else who had experienced this kind of thing too much, even if there was nothing wrong with their bodies, they would still slowly have something wrong with them.

I laid down first, but when Linghua let out a soft snoring sound, I still didn't fall asleep. I didn't know if there was something on my mind or what, but I felt a little unsettled. Mu Feng hadn't said anything since coming in, as he was worried that Linghua would find out.

It was only at this time that Mu Feng finally asked me what was wrong. It seemed like there were a lot of things on my mind, and I couldn't even explain the reason myself. I could only shake my head, indicating that I was fine.

Mu Feng asked me if I was still thinking about yesterday's nightmare. After hearing Mu Feng's words, I suddenly remembered. Yes, I dreamt of this kind of strange dream last night, and I stayed in a paper binding shop tonight.

Mu Feng continued saying, "Actually, I also feel that something is amiss. That Little Six seems to have something that he wants to say to us, but after being stared at by Uncle Zhang, he doesn't dare to say it."

I finally understood why I felt a little uncomfortable. That's right, when we entered earlier, Little Six seemed to have mumbled something, but it didn't seem like he was greeting us. However, after being shouted at by Uncle Zhang, he squatted down.

While thinking this in my head, I subconsciously turned my head to look outside the window and almost cried out. There was actually a person standing by the window, and the dark moonlight outside the window illuminated his figure.