Section 1

In just one day's time, the miraculous event of the withered tree encountering spring spread throughout the entire Fenglin City, attracting numerous devout believers who came to offer incense and candles in worship

The coffin shop is named "Jin Guan Fang," a name that is festive. It is located in a secluded alley, closed during the day and open at night, naturally attracting no customers.

It is unclear whether a helper has been recruited or a revered deity has been invited

From then on, Liu Feiyin became an assistant at the coffin shop, arriving every evening surrounded by a crowd, and once he settled onto the soft couch, he would not move again

Bai Qingming rolled up his sleeves, yawned, and coldly commanded: "It is getting dark, I need to conduct business. All these maids and bearers should be sent to the inn to rest; the establishment is small and cannot accommodate so many deities"

It is unclear whether a helper has been recruited or a revered deity has been invited

On Qingming, a riot occurred yesterday in the capital of the Cangguo, resulting in many deaths

Liu Feiyin sat on the tiger skin mat with a hand warmer, while Bai Qingming took the soul-calling incense from the cabinet and lit it in the incense burner. The fragrance wafted gracefully throughout the room, and it seemed as if a crisp bell sound echoed in the alley, resonating in the ears.

The sedan chair bearers and maids were already drenched in cold sweat. Upon seeing their master give orders, they hurriedly exited the alley, fearing they would have nightmares at night. Once everyone had walked far away with the books, Bai Qingming finally lit the lantern and opened the shop door to welcome customers

The clouds are ablaze with red at the edge of the sky, and a pink soft sedan chair sways gently as it passes by. The curtain of the sedan chair is embroidered with the emblem of the Dugu family’s Fulong Town, depicting a dragon emerging from the clouds. Passersby assume it is a young lady from the Dugu family coming to the city to attend the plum poetry tea party with the local young ladies, but they see the sedan chair turn into an inconspicuous small alley and stop in front of a coffin shop.

Alright, I will follow your lead

The maid knocked on the door for quite some time, and after a brief interval equivalent to half a cup of tea, the grand red door adorned with golden cloud patterns leisurely opened. The man who stepped out was dressed in a modest dark red garment, with the cuffs embellished with intricate peony designs, giving the impression that he was engaged in a festive business.

Well, today a century-old dead tree in the city has sprouted new buds

Merchants do not engage in unprofitable transactions. Bai Qingming felt that he must have had his head caught in the door that day, personally taking this arrogant and ill-fated wretch to the King of Hell to exchange for a longer life. Upon checking the ledger of life and death, it was found that Liu Feiyin's lifespan was not yet exhausted. Upon further investigation, it turned out that a certain careless black wraith had drunk too much and mistakenly entered the wrong house, locking the wrong soul.

The Eastern Departure Kingdom, Windy City, in the depths of winter.

Thus, he encountered Liu Feiyin. He entered the shop, his clothes completely soaked and his body emanating the foul odor of the waters of the River of Forgetfulness. However, this man had a calm and bright gaze, and his features bore an air of nobility. Bai Qingming had not caught a big fish in a long time, so he naturally greeted him warmly: "Is this young master looking to purchase longevity and fortune? Or perhaps a fortune-telling slip?"

The money of the dead is the easiest to earn; once a person is dead, what use do they have for worldly possessions? Bai Qingming cast a sidelong glance at the one sleeping on the couch, who soon fell into a deep and even slumber, feeling that he was encountering something beyond the human realm. He recalled that two years ago, when he first opened this shop in Fenglin City, he wanted to hire a reliable assistant.

Liu Feiyin stepped forward two paces, eagerly grasping the shopkeeper's hand, her voice both plaintive and melodious: "Qingming, I miss you"

Whatever, as long as there is money to be made

Is it a spirit causing trouble

A beauty dressed in moon-white gauze stepped down from the sedan chair, her long hair casually pinned up with a jade hairpin at the back of her head, with dark tresses cascading down to her waist. Her ink-black phoenix eyes were slightly drooping, and her smile was as gentle as a spring breeze.

He rolled his eyes and stretched lazily: "It's still so early; aren't you going to go out and attract some attention? Why come here to buy a coffin?"

Last night, there were no heavenly omens, nor did the purple qi come from the east. Early in the morning, the gentlemen out for a stroll with their birds, pipe in mouth, passed by the century-old tree in the city, only to find that the withered branches were covered with tender buds, trembling in the cold wind

Liu Feiyin slammed the table and declared: "I want to return to life!"