Chapter One

It was July 15th, and the clock on the wall pointed to nine o'clock. No one had come into the flower shop since dark. Fang Xuan lay on the checkout counter bored and glanced at the newly opened Yin Yang Pavilion opposite, thinking about the Yin Yang in her heart.

What does the museum do?

The Yin Yang Pavilion opened today. It is a facade with a Yin Yang Pavilion sign hanging on the top of the door. The glass door is ajar. Behind the door is a black curtain that covers the glass door tightly. There is no text on the outside to explain the yin and yang.

The business scope of the pavilion. Yin Yang Pavilion, judging from the name, it should be Feng Shui reading, fortune telling and so on. Thinking of this, Fang Xuan was very doubtful, could that sloppy boy in his twenties know Feng Shui? Yes, that's right.

The owner of the Onmyokan is a sloppy twenty-year-old boy with these beautiful green eyes.

Those green eyes appeared in front of Fang Xuan again. In the afternoon, Fang Xuan happily sat at the cashier and counted money. The white chrysanthemums sold very well today, the price was three times the usual, and it was very profitable. If the number was positive, someone clicked.

Ta walked into the store, Fang Xuan quickly put the money in the drawer, locked it, and went forward.

A twenty-year-old boy came in. His hair was messy, and the long hair hanging down from his forehead covered his face. He was wearing a purple T-shirt whose color was almost indistinguishable. The jeans on his lower body were old and yellow, and he didn't know if he had worn them.

I have been wearing flip-flops on my feet for many years.

"Welcome, what flowers do you need?" Fang Xuan asked kindly with a smile on her face. She never judged people by their appearance.

"Three white chrysanthemums," the boy said with his head lowered. His voice was very magnetic and pleasant, which surprised Fang Xuan.

Fang Xuan took three white chrysanthemums, bandaged them briefly, and handed them to the boy, "15 each, 45 yuan in total."

The boy took the flowers, dug in his pants pocket for a while, and took out three five-dollar bills, which were still crumpled.

"My name is Ye Chen. I'm the owner of the Yin Yang Pavilion opposite. Can I give you thirty yuan on credit? I'll pay you back in a minute." Ye Chen raised his head and said a little embarrassed.

He had kept his head down before, and Fang Xuan didn't see his appearance clearly. Now he suddenly raised his head, and Fang Xuan couldn't help but secretly screamed in her heart that it was a pity that such a handsome boy could be so sloppily dressed. Yechen's facial features were perfect, with sharp outlines.

The face is as sharp as a knife, with two thick and neat black eyebrows, lips that are just the right thickness, and a pair of green eyes that are as dazzling as gems and as deep as the vast sea, making it impossible to see through.

Fang Xuan was distracted for a moment, "Is this okay?" Ye Chen asked again, looking at Fang Xuan.

"Forget it, you opened your business today, and these flowers are my gift to you." Fang Xuan quickly looked away and looked at the handsome guy. She couldn't stand it, and the red clouds were flying on her face as soon as she looked at each other.

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As soon as I finished speaking, I felt something was wrong. There are people who give white chrysanthemums to living people. Isn't this a curse to death? I had no intention of cursing such a handsome boy. Just when I was about to explain, Ye Chen was already holding the chrysanthemum.

, dragging his slippers, pattered out. After he walked out of the flower shop, a white cat jumped out from the side and glanced at Fang Xuan, followed him, one person and one cat wandering away.

Go back to the Yin Yang Pavilion opposite,

"Jingling," the phone on the cashier's counter rang, interrupting Fang Xuan's thoughts.

Fang Xuan glanced at the phone and knew it was from her mother Wen Jiaqian. Today was the Ghost Festival. Wen Jiaqian went back to Jizu very early, leaving Fang Xuan to look after the store. When Wen Jiaqian left, she told Fang Yu to close the door early and go back.

Home, coming home too late during the Ghost Festival can easily lead to dirty things. From six o'clock to now, Wen Jiaqian has made three phone calls, and this is the fourth call.

"Hey!" Fang Xuan picked up the phone. "Why aren't you back yet? Come back quickly. Walking at night too late during the Ghost Festival will attract dirty things. Oh, bah, bah, I'm such a crow. If you don't say anything, come back quickly.

," Sure enough, Wen Jiaqian's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Yeah," Fang Xuan agreed perfunctorily.

"Stop umming and come back quickly. Don't look back on the way, don't look around, and don't answer anyone's call." Wen Jiaqian gave a few uneasy instructions before hanging up the phone.

After putting down the phone, Fang Xuan looked at the street outside the glass window. The dim street lights were shining quietly on the road. There was not a single pedestrian on the road. The lights were still on at the Yin Yang Pavilion opposite, but the other shops were closed because no one was there.

I kept watch for several hours at night in vain. No one came to buy flowers. Normally, the period from 6 to 9 pm is when business is good. People have got off work and have time to buy flowers. Fang Xuan

After she decided to close the door and get off work, she got up when a strange man in black clothes walked into the flower shop.

They say he is strange because of his clothes. Now is the seventh month of the lunar calendar, which is the season of autumn. The weather is hotter than in June. Fang Xuan can't stand even wearing a vest and denim shorts. She keeps blowing on the fan, and...

He was covered in sweat. But this man was wearing a thick coat, as if he was afraid of the cold, and the collar was raised high.

Fang Xuan hurriedly walked over with a sweet smile on her face, "Hello! What flowers do you need?"

The man in black looked at Fang Xuan, and an unusually pale face appeared in front of Fang Xuan.

This is a man in his forties, with a very thin body, a black coat that is as empty as a black coffin, with some gray hair, a thin face, fine lines on the corners of his eyes, and sadness in his eyes and lips.

Thin, sickly bright red, as if coated with a layer of blood. It seemed that he had encountered a lot of trouble in his life, his brows were furrowed and his expression was gloomy.

The man kept staring at Fang Xuan, with this strange light flashing in his eyes. Fang Xuan's scalp was numb from being stared at. Fang Xuan was good-looking, and many men couldn't help but look at Fang Xuan a few more times when they saw her, but

The eyes of the man in front of me are different from those of other men. There is no admiration or covetousness in beauty in his eyes, but a bit like...like the eyes of a hungry wolf that sees the sheep's veins through the wool when it sees a little sheep. This is

The man's eyes also kept falling on Fang Xuan's fair neck.

"Sir, what flowers do you want?" Fang Xuan was really worried that the man would bite her neck if she continued to look at her, so she hurriedly asked again.

"Oh, do you still have white chrysanthemums here? I went to several flower shops and they were all gone." The man in black looked away and looked at the flowers in the flower shop.

Fang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief. Without that gloomy gaze, she felt much better all over.

"Sorry, the white chrysanthemums were sold out in the afternoon. There were too many people buying white chrysanthemums today." Except for the white chrysanthemums, it seems that no other flowers were sold today.

"Oh." The man in black had a look of disappointment on his face. He sighed and walked out. When he came to the question desk, Fang Xuan heard him whisper, "I must be very disappointed that there are no white chrysanthemums and jade branches!"

The white chrysanthemums were given to the dead, but from what he said, they were given to him as jade branches, which meant that he was dead. He must have liked jade branches very much, so he was frowning. But the look in his eyes just now was really scary. By the way.

, the name Yuzhi is very familiar, I seem to have heard it somewhere before, I tilted my head and thought about it for a while, but I didn’t remember hearing it there.

Fang Xuan shook her head to stop herself from thinking about it, and walked out. When she reached the door, something hit her foot. She moved her foot away and saw a golden ring lying on the ground. It was not there when she first moved the flowers. Now,

Only the man in black came here, so he must have dropped it. Fang Xuan picked up the ring. It was quite heavy, about five or six taels. She held the ring and ran out of the store. She saw the man in black lowering his head and following it.

Walking to the right on the street, Fang Xuan hurriedly shouted, "Sir, you have dropped your ring."

The man in black turned around when he heard Fang Xuan's shout. "Sir, you dropped your ring!" Fang Xuan ran towards him with the ring. She ran up to him and handed the ring to him.

The man in black took the ring and looked at Fang Xuan strangely, put it into his coat pocket, thanked Fang Xuan, turned around and continued walking forward.

"Sir, today is the Ghost Festival. It's not good to hang out outside at night. You should go home early." Fang Xuan reminded him kindly.

The man in black turned back and smiled at Fang Xuan. His pale smile was a bit strange. Fang Xuan felt a chill running down his back.

"Little girl, you should go back early! Don't look into dark places when you go back, and don't walk into dark places." After the man in black finished speaking, he walked forward.

Don't look into dark places? Fang Xuan couldn't help but look on both sides of the road. There were old houses on both sides of the road, and there were some alleys between the houses. Now those alleys were dark. Fang Xuan called

Shivering, I hurriedly ran back to the store, moved the flowers and flower stands at the door back to the store, then locked the door and ran out towards home.

Fang Xuan's home was only ten minutes away from the flower shop. After running for a while, I felt uneasy. On the night of the 15th, there was no moon and not a single star. The sky was pitch black.

Except for the passing cars, I didn't meet a single pedestrian on the road. Moreover, all the shops on the roadside were closed. There was no moon, and the alleys between the houses were dark, and there seemed to be countless monsters and ghosts swaying inside.

When running through a small dark alley, Fang Xuan couldn't help but look over in fear. As soon as she turned around, she heard the cry of a little girl coming from the alley, her heartbreaking cry.

Fang Xuan stopped and looked carefully towards the dark alley. She saw a seven or eight-year-old girl in red clothes running out of the dark alley crying. Seeing Fang Xuan crying even harder, she cried towards Fang Xuan.

Come running.

Seeing someone, Fang Xuan felt relieved. She knelt down and pulled the child and asked, "Why are you alone?"...

"My mother beat me, so I ran out alone. I'm afraid, sister, please take me home," the little girl cried.

"Where is your home?" He held her hand and asked. The little girl pointed to the dark alley and held Fang Xuan's hand tightly with her backhand. The little girl's hands were cold, maybe she was frightened.
Chapter completed!