Wen Yi left.

He left me some incomprehensible words and then walked away without even looking back.

But I sat there and poured myself a glass of wine: "If you want to drink, just bring your own cup. I don't have any empty cups here."

When Ye Yang walked in from outside, he not only brought a cup, but also a bottle of wine.

Ye Yang is different from me. When I was a child, I was in the village and when I was a teenager, I was in the mountains. I didn’t pay much attention to it. As long as it was something used by an acquaintance, he didn’t mind and I would just pick it up and use it.

Ye Yang never touches other people's things, and he doesn't allow others to touch his own things.

I can understand why he brought a cup. Why did he bring a bottle of wine? What’s even more interesting is that he also took out a bag of peanuts.

Ye Yang pushed the peanuts forward and poured himself some wine!

He doesn't drink my wine, and he doesn't plan to eat my food?

What's this fuss about?

I didn't care what Ye Yang thought, I poured the wine and took a sip: "What do you think of what Wen Yiliao said?"

Ye Yang said: "I think I should go see the eight-foot old man. I can't understand the coffin brought back from Xiaoshan Village."

"It stands to reason that Eshun's remains should be in this coffin, but the compass in the middle does not look like a place where the remains are stored."

"Think about it again, among the immortals in The Romance of the Gods, who has ever used a compass?"

When Ye Yang said this, I also felt something was wrong!

The most common thing that appears in "The Romance of the Gods" is: "On a whim, on the tip of a finger." At that time, there really was no such thing as a compass.

The compass should have been truly finalized around the Tang Dynasty. Ancient warlocks did not use compasses.

In other words, the Greedy Wolf Coffin did not come from the period of the Conferred Gods. Even if it does contain the remains of Eshun, it should have been moved to another coffin in a later period.

I frowned and said, "What's going on with the writing in the coffin? Isn't that ancient writing?"

Ye Yang said: "That's why I feel strange. Have you noticed the attitude of the ancestor?"

"What's your attitude?" Although I was talking to Black and White Wuchang at the time, I didn't notice anything wrong with them.

Ye Yang looked at me and shook his head before saying: "I took out the Greedy Wolf Coffin just to see the Patriarch to see if I could get some life back."

"At that time, the two ancestors glanced at the coffin, but the eighth master shook his head. I guess he meant something, but he didn't say anything."

"Someone has to solve the mystery on this coffin."

I thought of Bai Wuchang's abnormality at that time, and felt that the greedy wolf coffin was a bit strange: "Then let's go to Feng Shui Street tomorrow to have a look."

Early the next morning, when Ye Yang and I rushed to Feng Shui Street, the place had not yet regained its vitality. The whole street was still deserted, with only a few shops open.

According to Wen Yiliao's words, after walking eighty steps from the street intersection, my heart sank slightly.

If I take the 80th step, there is no way I can reach the open shop. Who else can I ask about?

What I didn't expect was that after I stopped at the eightieth step, someone would be standing in front of a shop for no apparent reason.

I looked back at Ye Yang and whispered: "Is this eighty steps?"

"Yes!" Ye Yang lowered his voice and said, "But it's a distance of one hundred and twenty steps."

I understand what Ye Yang means. What he means is: The two of us obviously walked out eighty steps, but the actual place we landed was where we should have walked one hundred and twenty steps.

Someone used the secret method of "shrinking the ground into an inch" for us, or did someone put some restrictions on this street?

After Ye Yang and I looked at each other, we walked into the paper shop opposite: "Boss, I want to find a coffin shop called Bachitang."

The boss scratched his head: "What is Bachitang? Are you kidding me? How can there be such a place on Feng Shui Street?"

I took out a stack of big bills and put them on the counter: "Just asking, are these enough?"

The boss said: "Money is a good thing, but I really don't know where there is a Bachitang!"

I took out another stack of money and slapped it on the table: "These..."

"Young man, look what you did." The boss rubbed his hands and said, "If I knew, could I not tell you? Who has a grudge against money!"

I slapped the third stack of bills on the table: "You really don't know?"

"I..." Before the boss could finish his words, the old man sitting at the counter, tying paper, spoke up: "There is no eight-foot hall here, but there is an eight-foot coffin."

The boss turned around and said, "Dad, is there really such a place in Feng Shui Street?"

"It's true!" The old man lit up a pipe: "This matter has to start from the time when Feng Shui Street was not renamed. At that time, it was called Ghost Street. That was the name of Feng Shui Street before the founding of the People's Republic of China."

I couldn't help but be slightly startled. What was your name before the founding of the People's Republic of China?

That is to say, the Bachi Coffin Shop has existed for at least seventy or eighty years.

The owner of the paper goods shop looks to be in his fifties. He doesn't even know about Bachitang. Doesn't this mean that the coffin shop has disappeared long ago?
Chapter completed!