Chapter 255: The Mysterious Tailor Shop

As soon as six o'clock arrived, the ghostly light that had enveloped the entire ancient city suddenly went out as if it was a set program, and darkness took over everything in the ancient city in a short moment.

Many abandoned houses on the street lit up strangely, and figures of all shapes and sizes filled every corner. Those figures were cold and twisted, and there was no doubt that they were real ghosts!

"In the City of Wrongful Death, when a person dies, he is dead. The dead will not become ghosts. Only when the ghost controller dies will the evil ghost take over the body."

Cao Yang was lucky. The bluestone house he stayed in seemed to be truly abandoned, unlike some of the lighted rooms outside. The color of the lights was enough to discourage most people.

"Go out and see."

Many people in the ancient city had the same plan as Cao Yang, including Liu San, Kong Wang, and Qi Chaosheng.

"It's a dead city during the day and a ghost town at night. It's interesting."

A sallow-faced paper man walked among the ghosts without much scruples. Although there were many evil ghosts around him, they were not enough to pose a threat to him, and it was very difficult to kill this paper man.

"It's too easy to get lost in the ancient city. Some of the marking methods I made are not effective. Maybe I can start with these shops that seem to be open for business."

Liu San was a man of great skill and courage. He dared to take the initiative to go to the lighted house, which most ghost hunters would avoid, to investigate the situation.

Soon, the paper man arrived at a room with a green light. It looked like a shop. There were no candles or other lighting tools in the shop, but the green light illuminated the entire shop, allowing Liu San to confirm the situation of the shop.

"This is a tailor's shop."

Liu San saw that there were a few old and worn clothes hanging in the corner of the store. Judging from the styles, most of them were popular in the last century or even during the Republic of China period.

There was an old-fashioned sewing machine near the windowsill, covered with thick dust, and the needles were shining silver under the light. There were also several balls of thread of different sizes on the table, as if the tailor had left halfway through the work.

"Needle and thread, sewing machine, maybe something is missing. Like... a pair of scissors."

Liu San looked at the sewing machine and muttered. This was a subconscious association of his. This kind of thinking allowed him to consider most situations when dealing with supernatural events. Coupled with the low trial and error cost of paper figurines, this was the key to Liu San's efficient handling of supernatural events.

"Is no one here?"

After standing in front of the door for two or three minutes, there were no supernatural phenomena in this abandoned tailor shop, and it remained dead silent.

"It seems that this tailor shop still maintains some special spiritual balance. I won't be polite then."

The next moment, Liu San took a step forward and completely entered the tailor shop.

However, at this moment, the heavy bluestone door slammed shut, completely locking the paper man Liu San into the tailor shop.

Not only that, the scene in the tailor shop also changed. The old sewing machine that had been scrapped long ago started to run on its own with a "click-click". The tattered clothes hanging on it also fluttered in the air without wind.

I don't know when a green candle appeared above my head, stuck upside down on the ceiling. The green light was the flame of the burning candle, but now it was gray, as if covered by a layer of gray gauze.

Faced with the sudden strange phenomenon, Liu San remained calm. One minute of foresight was enough for him to deal with most risks in advance, and this small situation would not make him lose his composure.

"As predicted, the tailor shop suppressed my ghost den, but it doesn't matter. I, Liu San, have never relied on ghost dens to gain a foothold in the spiritual world."

Liu San stretched out an arm, and the yellow paper on it quickly aged and peeled off, revealing the horrible old corpse hidden underneath the yellow paper.

For this operation, he prepared twelve core paper figures. It is no exaggeration to say that each of them can even be regarded as a captain-level ghost rider.

As Liu San raised his arm, the flame of the green candle above his head expanded rapidly and began to burn violently. However, although the candle flame was expanding, the green light covering the room was fading and becoming dim. The darkness of the ancient city streets was invading this lonely tailor shop.

The tattered clothes that had been swaying non-stop also calmed down. Liu San's spiritual power was strong enough that he almost suppressed the entire tailor shop with just a casual move.

"Stop it, stop it quickly."

At this moment, a sad voice suddenly echoed. It was impossible to tell whether the voice was male or female, but it seemed to be mixed with some kind of supernatural power, like hypnosis, or like a command.

Liu San responded with a sneer.

"Are you teaching me what to do?"

Then, his arms fell down limply, like a dying man taking his last breath.

The candle above his head suddenly burst into flames. In just the blink of an eye, only a few centimeters were left, and it was about to burn the moss on the ceiling.

"Stop it, stop hitting me, I surrender—"

The voice continued, and Liu San couldn't help laughing. It was the first time he met such a cowardly person in a spiritual place.

"You can stop, but you have to compensate me. The noise your little shop makes scares me."

Liu San finally withdrew his arm at this time. A stack of yellow paper with strange and complicated patterns drawn on it appeared in his other hand. He was now preparing to stick the yellow paper back on the old corpse's arm.

"I'll pay, isn't it okay for me to pay?"

A somewhat blurry figure left the sewing machine, and then took out two colorful paper money from a small compartment. They were two three-yuan ghost coins.

"This is the tailor shop's last savings. I'll give it all to you. Please leave quickly—"

The figure had a sad face and begged Liu San to leave quickly.

"The ghost market is deserted. My tailor shop has not been open for many years. I can only survive by the candle above my head. You are so generous. Take the money and leave quickly."

"How can you be so useless, you coward?"

Liu San took the ghost money from the figure with a serious face and scolded him harshly.

"Begin with courtesy before force. If you still want to attack me, say goodbye to this world."

Liu San leaned close to the man's ear and whispered, but the man suddenly opened his eyes wide with an expression of disbelief.

"How could you possibly know what I'm thinking!"

However, Liu San did not want to argue with him too much, and he put away the yellow paper that was about to be stuck on his arm. A blue-black hand with six fingers slapped the man's face. The terrifying sixth finger made his scalp tingle.

"I already know the function of ghost money. But I'm still willing to give you a chance. I ask, and you answer."

"But remember, you only have one chance, and you only have one life."

(End of this chapter)