Do you need to buy a coffin

Chapter 5

She doesn't believe in evil spirits, she doesn't believe in gods, she only believes in herself.

Curses and such things don't exist.

Mr. Han doted on his wife so much that he listened to her every word and wisely left the bedroom.

The room was empty, and Ru Yan was restless.

She did nothing wrong; she only saw her father's poverty and dependence on others, and she only saw her mother's sallow and emaciated appearance.

She simply harbored girlish fantasies, hoping for a magnificent home and a dashing husband.

Is that wrong too?

Initially, she met Han Ye, the young master of the family.

Han Ye perfectly met her standards; he was practically the embodiment of her dreams. He was rich, talented, and handsome, and what was even more commendable was his genuine and devoted love for her.

But life played a cruel joke on her.

She unexpectedly encountered Han Ye's father.

They really are father and son, their tastes are exactly the same.

She was indecisive; rejecting either side would threaten her dreams.

She was determined not to return to that dark and impoverished home.

The truth will out.

Han Ye was an idealist. Having lived a life of luxury, he couldn't understand Ru Yan's urgent desire to escape poverty. His biggest mistake in life was making that suggestion.

On the night of their elopement, Ruyan was a little late.

She gave him a kiss.

Han Ye, you don't understand what I want.

The sound of a heavy object falling could be heard from the babbling river.

Was she wrong? Did she do something wrong?

If you truly love me, you shouldn't have sent that person to curse me.

If you truly love me, you should let me go and find the life I want.

"Hmph, laughable." Fujihime appeared in the room at some point. "Is this what you call love that makes people willing to die for each other?"

"Who are you, Xiaoju—" Ruyan shouted in a panic.

"It seems you don't know our rules. Well, the boss doesn't like to talk, so we subordinates have to work hard."

"What rules? Why should I know your rules?" Ruyan quietly picked up the scissors from the embroidery basket, gritted her teeth, and threw them at him with all her might.

Fujihime caught the scissors with ease. "It's best not to play with something so dangerous. Here you go!"

The scissors were flung back and stuck upside down in the wall, just inches from Ruyan's ear.

"What do you really want? Money? I'll give it to you." Ruyan rummaged through her savings and jewelry, piling them on the table. "I'll give it to you, I'll give you everything."

"Fate." Fujihime blinked slowly.

Ruyan was stunned for a moment. "Okay, here you go, I'll give it to you."

The moment Ruyan lunged at Fujihime, a fierce, beast-like look appeared in her eyes.

Fujihime didn't need to do anything extra. Unlike her boss, she was nothing more than a tangible wisp of air to humans.

Ruyan incredulously passed through Fujihime's body and rushed towards the scissors on the wall.

Blood splattered all over the wall.

Having watched many TV dramas, Chu Fan knew that one of the primary requirements for nighttime spies was to have a black night-clothes outfit.

Secondly, one should approach the target stealthily and use a prepared liquid substance (saliva?) to poke a small hole in the paper window to observe the enemy's situation.

Secondly, if you find the target's door ajar, there's a high chance a trap has been set ahead. In this case, take three steps back, look around, and check above and below to make sure no one is lying in ambush before gently pushing the door open again. Remember, keep your body at least one step away from the door to avoid being hit by buckets, erasers, or other objects.

Stop! Stop! Stop!

Chu Fan called out to himself, "Cut!"

It seems he just saw something through the homemade kitten's eye?

"Ah—" The scream came from the maid who had been replaced by Master Han as Xiaoju during the day.

The first reaction anyone has when they see a masked intruder dressed in black is to scream; the second reaction is to add some details.

"Thief!"

"I...I didn't..." Chu Fan was speechless, he hadn't done anything.

What to do? He didn't have the ability to scale walls. Force his way in? Looking at the large, burly group of servants, Chu Fan wisely surrendered.

A wise man doesn't suffer a loss he can avoid.

Those who are clean will be clean by themselves.

The government's ruling was fairly fair. Ruyan's death was basically an accident and had nothing to do with Chu Fan. As for why Chu Fan was there at that time, the government accused him of 'attempted theft' and put him in jail for a few days.

The dungeon in this government building had a small skylight in the wall, which was very high up, and occasionally people could be seen walking by.

Chu Fan ate his prison food in a very depressed mood. What had he done to deserve such an embarrassing situation?

Suddenly, the prison cafeteria, now gleamingly ruined, lay on the ground. In the instant Chu Fan turned his head, he only had time to see a white shadow disappear through the skylight.

A voice, seemingly coming from a very distant horizon, was deep and resonant.

My coffins are only sold to the dead.

Anyone who buys my coffin will surely die.

Those who refuse will not escape either.

Black Cat's Question

Fujihime pushed open the door to the room with a displeased expression. The room was sparsely furnished, with sheets, curtains, and tablecloth all in white, so white that it seemed lifeless.

The pristine white robes worn by Mu Yan only accentuated his loneliness.

“Ruyan still has three days. Did you know that child would be there that night, which is why you sent me early? You've never been in such a rush before. Is it really because of him? Speak up!” Fujihime slammed her hand on the table, disregarding her image, and shouted angrily, “Are you deliberately trying to make him taste what it's like to be wrongfully imprisoned?”

“From the day he arrived here, I knew there was something wrong. How could you, who are always so careful, be so foolish as to lose such an important stub?” The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, and the harsher she spoke. “I don’t care what you’re up to. If this matter threatens me, even if you’re my boss, I won’t show any mercy.”

Mu Yan stood up unexpectedly, her movements slow.

But the fleeting sharpness in her eyes startled Fujihime, causing her to take three steps back.

She was indeed afraid of this person, and not just a little bit. If this person wanted to, she could disappear from this world immediately.

She was nothing more than a soul he created from the withered vines of the old tree in front of the house.

From the very first day she arrived here, she sensed a certain power within this person's aura.

She didn't know his name.

But she knew that this person had an almost obsessive love for white and was nearly mute.

More than once, she felt like she was about to be driven crazy by her boss.

She secretly vowed that one day she would leave.

***

The place looked rather dilapidated; the plaster on the walls was peeling off, the paper-cut window decorations were from last year, and the water bucket in the yard was leaking water.

However, compared to the white expanse just now, this place is clearly much more vibrant with life.

There are flowers and grass, red and green, and warm sunshine shining on the ground.

Chu Fan, with a steamed bun in his mouth, hurriedly ran out of the house, shouting, "I'm going to be late!" He wanted to finish the bun while he was talking.

After Chu Fan ran far away, Mu Yan gently stepped over the flowers and plants and stopped at the door.

"Xiao Fan?" A weathered voice came from inside the house. An elderly man, over seventy years old, came out. "You are..."

After a long, drawn-out call with no response, the old man smiled and answered himself, "You must be Xiao Fan's friend. He's gone out. Come in and sit down." The old man, ever so familiar, served tea and water, saying, "The neighbors all call me Uncle Liu."

Mu Yan gently stirred the tea in front of him with his index finger, carefully and attentively.

"When Xiao Fan first came here, he was very depressed. I heard that his family had suffered a major misfortune and he was all alone." Uncle Liu moved a small stool and sat by the stove to fold firewood. "I'm an old man with no one to rely on. The two of us have just made do and become a family. Although he's a bit clumsy, he's quite capable at taking care of people. Look at my useless body, I'm only alive because of him."

'Clatter,' the teacup overturned.

Water splashed onto Mu Yan's white clothes, and her delicate eyebrows immediately furrowed.

"Here, wipe it off, don't get your clothes dirty." Uncle Liu put down his work and handed him a rag. "I'll get you a new cup right away."

Mu Yan glanced at the rag in his hand and threw it aside.

"Do you need to buy a coffin?"

Uncle Liu was taken aback. "I thought you couldn't speak."

Mu Yan's lips twitched slightly, not in a very elegant way.

This old man is very direct.

Uncle Liu returned to the small stool, as if the question from before had never existed.

“From the day he arrived here, Xiao Fan has been looking for someone. He said that person was related to the death of his relative, and no matter what, he must find him and get to the bottom of it.” Uncle Liu took a breath and continued to break firewood. “People outside say you are a plague god. Wherever you appear, death will follow. You come and go as you please, traveling all over the world, selling your coffins. Whether the person buys them or not, as long as you come to ask, you will surely die.”

It was unclear whether Mu Yan had heard Liu Bo's account; he simply stared at the water stain on his white clothes, his fingers unconsciously scribbling on the table.

Uncle Liu continued, “In my opinion, they are all wrong. Just like throughout history, everyone has misunderstood black cats as ominous signs. In fact, they are just trying to warn people that there is danger ahead. And your appearance is just to kindly tell them that their death is imminent.”

"You're too clever for your own good!" Mu Yan said, his flat tone carrying an undisguised contempt.

As if sensing that the visitor was about to leave, Uncle Liu hurriedly asked, "That child, what's your connection with him?"

Mu Yan stopped in his tracks.

Liu Bo thought he wouldn't get an answer, but instead heard a simple and decisive "no".

If there really isn't one, in this vast sea of people, why is it that everything Xiaofan encounters is always more or less related to you?

"Wait a minute, I'll buy your coffin."

Recently, the Eight Doors have been relatively quiet, and Chu Fan has finally obtained the file about Xiang Lian that he had asked his colleagues to find.