After the funeral live broadcast, my paper shop exploded

Chapter 1

The antique street in Yunqi City is always lively on weekends. When they are free, individual tourists will come here to try their luck and see if they can get a little money for good luck.

If you really find a good thing, you will be prosperous.

Contrary to the hustle and bustle, there are a few storefronts at the end of the antique street, which are empty.

There is a paper making shop, a small stall selling buns and dumplings, and a coffin shop.

Except for the dumpling snack shop that no one dares to eat, the other two shops are not patronized if they are not necessary.

But today is different, someone came straight in this direction.

"Huh? Where is it! Looking at the picture my friend sent, it shows that there is a paper making shop nearby. It is said that the things inside are very realistic."

The middle-aged woman finished talking on her own, and continued to hold up the mobile phone with four camera holes to compare the passing shops, looking for her destination.

She was dressed like a wealthy lady, not only a famous brand, but also a limited edition, but the calculation in her eyes ruined this rich attire.

Behind her were her husband Huo Ping and stepson Huo Shiyuan.

Huo Shiyuan is tall and thin, even thin, with a pale complexion and pale lips. At first glance, he looks like a sick child with poor health. His black hair reflects his slender black eyes, which are as black as obsidian , there is a gloomy meaning in the circulation.

He raised his eyes, not wanting to start a conversation, but remembering that he came here today to buy sacrifices for his mother, he rolled his eyes a few times, raised his eyebrows, locked on to the target, and pointed not far away. signboard.

"Over there." The voice was cold, neither thick nor thin, a little hoarse like electrified noise, it was the voice texture of youth.

"Laixi craft paper shop, yes, yes, that's the name! It's here." The middle-aged woman, that is, Chen Mei, muttered, it is a paper shop that sells funeral supplies, and deals with the dead. What kind of craft name.

Chen Mei led the two of them into the paper-made shop, and after a quick scan, they saw that there were all kinds of ingots, buildings, and vehicles inside, all made of paper, and the level of detail was really good.

Inside the shop, there was a figure with his back facing them, wearing a coarse linen jacket and pants, which had a sense of age.

All the guests came in, and this person didn't say hello, just busy doing something at the table, his sleeves were shaking, as if he was writing.

Phantom.

Chen Mei had another purpose, but she didn't care. The corner of her mouth curled up, and she said, "Ah Yuan, you have to choose carefully. For today's selection, you must choose what you like."

Huo Shiyuan remained silent to her as always.

Seeing that she was being neglected, Chen Mei deliberately said: "Old Huo, it's not that I'm in a hurry, let's take advantage of A Yuan's ability to move and finish everything. Anyway, he came to pick it himself, at least make sure that everything burned It's what he likes."

The meaning in the words is to let a living person choose the funeral objects for him!

Huo Shiyuan sneered, it's no wonder that Chen Mei began to act strangely when she entered the shop, but she underestimated the shamelessness of these two people.

Suddenly, a glass display case in the corner caught Huo Shiyuan's attention. He walked straight over and saw that the glass case the size of a computer desk was full of dolls, large and small. They seemed to be all made of paper. But it is so beautiful that it is not like anything.

"Why, there are no eyes."

"The paper doll has eyes, so it's troublesome." Someone responded to him.

Huo Shiyuan took a breath and turned his face to look.

Before I knew it, there was a woman beside him.

(End of this chapter)