I'm going to raise my head again today

Chapter 330 Husband is a ghost, 20
"Don't open." It was an old voice, and it was a little hoarse, as if the vocal cords had been ground on abrasive stones.

Luo Lan followed the sound and saw a figure sitting behind the wooden counter near the wall.

The figure sat upright behind the dark counter, with his head lowered, but his shoulders were moving mechanically and stiffly, he didn't know what he was busy with.

It's strange to say that it's the morning now, and it stands to reason that there should be plenty of sunlight, but the sunlight doesn't seem to be able to penetrate inside.

It was a gray area, mixed with a decadent atmosphere, and a gloomy atmosphere seeped out from all parts of the wall, which was extraordinarily cold.

Luo Lan approached slowly, only to realize that it was an old man wearing a pair of presbyopic glasses from the last century.

The skin is wrinkled, but the complexion is very pale.

"Don't open it." He repeated again, his voice hoarse as if it had been ground through the crack of the door.

Hoarse, rough, and mechanical, without the slightest emotion.

Luo Lan didn't have the heart to ask why she didn't ask such a question.

She stopped at a distance of five or six meters from the counter, and then asked tentatively, "Here...can you help me with some trivial matters?"

"50 yuan, bet 20 yuan."

The old man's voice trembled, and he hadn't raised his head since talking to her.

"So expensive?" Luo Lan couldn't help but exclaimed.

It costs more than 1 yuan to do an ordinary funeral, and no more than [-] yuan.

As soon as you open your mouth here, you shout 50. Could it be that the lion opened his mouth?
At this moment, a woman's lazy giggling suddenly sounded from the corner.

Luo Lan turned her head to look, and saw a woman in a red cheongsam walking down the stairs in a corner of the shop.

Comb the bun of the Republic of China period, the lips are painted with bright red lipstick, and the face is as white as paper.

The woman put her hands on the railing of the stairs and walked down step by step.

In the dimly lit shop, Luo Lan saw at a glance that the five fingers of the woman's right hand were wearing emeralds of various sizes, emitting a faint green light.

At first glance, it looks weird.

The woman has a very good figure. Although she looks 40 years old, she is comparable to the figure of a girl in her twenties.

It is truly graceful.

"Little girl, do you know that it is not an ordinary thing for the people who found us to do for us." She walked over coquettishly.

The voice is like a yellow oriole, clear and sharp.

She circled around Luo Lan, with a smile on her face: "Little girl, I see that you have a lot of yin in your body, did you come across something unclean recently?"

Luo Lan was startled.

The woman could see it.

It looks like there are two brushes.

She has been in contact with Shen Yu recently. He is a ghost, and his body is extremely dark. It is normal for him to get some.

Since this woman could tell, it was not easy.

What's more, Shen Yu brought her here.

"If we offend someone or someone we shouldn't mess with, we will have to pay the price. Since we set the price, it is naturally because it is worth the price."

Seeing that Luo Lan didn't speak, the woman spoke quietly again.

She glanced up and down at Luo Lan with a gloomy and cold look, "If you think it's too expensive, you can leave now. We do business on the principle that you get what you pay for, and adhere to the principle of no deception."

Luo Lan watched the woman's red lips opening and closing in the dimly lit shop, and after a moment of silence, she said, "I would like to ask you to help bury a boy. He was only 15 years old when he died."

　Thank you [Muzi] for the cute tickets~~~Ai Nao
　　
　
(End of this chapter)