Chapter 409

Han Youjun is gone.

Yi Xiaoqiao is no longer in the mood to deal with Mu Yian.

Mu Yi'an was not so inhuman. Naturally, he didn't force her to do anything, but sat with her in silence.

"Young master, where are you going?"

Wei Liang's anxious voice interrupted the silence in the room.

Yi Xiaoqiao hurriedly got up and chased out. At this time, there were no customers in the store. Only Tan Tan sat behind the counter and was in the general ledger. When she saw Han Youjun go out, she subconsciously shouted, "Sir, you can't go out. Martial law at night!"

Yi Xiaoqiao pedaled downstairs and chased out.

"Hey, my guest, you really can't go out." Tantan subconsciously stops Yi Xiaoqiao.

"Tan Tan, it's me." Yi Xiaoqiao was worried and hurriedly reported his identity: "I'm Xiaoqiao."

"What?"

Before Tan Tan reacts, Yi Xiaoqiao has turned and ran out.

Tantan hurried to the door. Yi Xiaoqiao had already run away. She was worried: "Xiaoqiao, is it really Xiaoqiao?"

Mu Yi'an stood at the door of Yi Xiaoqiao's room and didn't go out with him. He came secretly, but if he went out like this, he was afraid that Yi Xiaoqiao's identity would be suspected.

Now the border town is also unstable. If Yi Xiaoqiao's identity is found, Yi Xiaoqiao must be in danger.

Hesitated for a moment and closed the door. Mu Yian turned and left the room through the window.

Han Youjun stumbled down the street. It was late at night. The border town was already under martial law. There was no one above the street, only a dead silence.

Just like his heart at this time, there was no movement at all. It made him afraid quietly.

Wei Liang followed Han Youjun all the way and saw him walking aimlessly, but the street was obviously under martial law. He stepped forward quickly: "young master..."

Yi Xiaoqiao came forward and grabbed Wei Liang's arm and silently shook his head.

Finally, Han Youjun stopped at the door of a shop.

Wei Liang looked up at the shop's plaque and his face sank. It was a coffin shop. Thinking of the old man at home, Wei Liang finally understood something and felt sad.

Han Youjun walked to the door and knocked: "open the door, open the door!"

"I'm sick. What do you knock at night?"

The owner of the coffin shop opened the door and was startled. The man standing outside was more terrible than a ghost. His pale face was like his own paper doll, not to mention how terrible it was.

For a moment, the boss thought a lot. It's not really a ghost.

Who goes out so late? The key is that there is martial law in the city. Who dares to go out!

"I want to buy a coffin."

"What... What?" The boss trembled.

"I want to buy a coffin!" Han Youjun suddenly raised his head, blood red eyes and stared at the boss: "buy your most expensive and best coffin!"

The boss was too frightened to speak.

Yi Xiaoqiao stepped forward quickly: "we haven't received master's body yet. What are you doing buying a coffin now?"

Han Youjun suddenly smiled: "do you think he will leave my grandfather's body? I want to buy a coffin. I want to buy it now. I want all the things I use now."

"Young master?" Wei Liang looked at him anxiously. He always felt that the young master was stunned along the way. Now he looked more and more like him. He ran to buy a coffin in the middle of the night. Even if he bought it now, you can't carry it away and can't get out of the city. Do you want to put it at the gate of the city?

"Young master, it's late today. Why don't we come back early tomorrow morning."

"I must buy it." Han Youjun became more and more stubborn: "do you sell or not!"

"Are you sick? You didn't sleep in the middle of the night. You came to buy coffins and didn't sell them!" The boss is so angry.

Just about to close the door, Han Youjun held the door: "really don't sell?"

"What's the matter? Do you still want to rob openly?"

"Yes."

"Han Youjun!" Yi Xiaoqiao couldn't help it. She understood Han Youjun's grief, but she couldn't understand Han Youjun's behavior. Even if she couldn't vent her grief, she shouldn't lose her mind and do such a thing in the big night.

"I don't think Shifu will like this ordinary coffin." Yi Xiaoqiao slowed down his voice: "master has been studying mechanism technology all his life. Now he is dead, but he may not want to lie in this ordinary coffin. Instead of embarrassing the boss here, you and I might as well rebuild one."

Han Youjun slowly raised his head and looked at Yi Xiaoqiao with grief in his eyes.

"You don't think he likes it?"

Yi Xiaoqiao whispered, "I think he prefers to have some mechanism on it. He has nothing to do. Maybe he can dismantle the mechanism to relieve boredom."

Han Youjun suddenly burst into tears. A 1.8-meter-old man sat on the ground crying and had no image.

He used to hope that he could become a man like Mu Yian. Although this situation could not happen because of physical reasons, he also hoped that he would be strong inside, but now he found that he was strong and tenacious. He was just as vulnerable in the face of the death of his relatives.

In the past, when Grandpa was alive, he always hated him and quarreled with himself. Now that grandpa is gone, he begins to miss him and miss every word he said

"Grandpa..."

Yi Xiaoqiao held back his tears, winked at Wei Liang and asked him to take Han Youjun back to the inn.

Han Youjun stumbled up and said, "I can't have the coffin, but everything else should be ready for me."

Yi Xiaoqiao understood that he was talking about shroud, paper money and so on.

In order to appease Han Youjun, Yi Xiaoqiao had to knock on the door of the coffin shop again and buy some incense and paper money from the boss. Except for the coffin, she bought everything she needed. She thought she was an apprentice. Before her master died, she failed to show filial piety to her master. After her death, she should burn more paper money, so she bought more paper money.

Because of the martial law at night, the guy in the shop refused to give it away. Yi Xiaoqiao had to get the things back by himself.

Holding paper money and incense candles along the way, paper money kept running out of the basket and floating in the street because of the wind. It was like a dark soldier opening the road in the middle of the night.

It happened that Yi Xiaoqiao was ignorant and scattered all the way. The soldiers who came to inspect immediately peed.

At night, three people walked awkwardly with dishevelled hair. It seemed that people were neither human nor ghost. They floated paper money while walking, and from time to time came low sobs. This is really a human tragedy, okay!

It must be the ghost of hell.

The young general fainted with a scream before he could see clearly.

Originally, someone was brave and wanted to ask. As soon as he fainted, others were frightened, lifted him up and ran away.

Yi Xiaoqiao looked back and saw that paper money had been sprinkled on the ground. He simply grabbed a handful and threw it into the air: "master, please go..."

Mu Yi'an, who was watching them in the distance, jumped fiercely in the middle of his eyebrows. He decided to go back and punish those brave soldiers!