Mysterious Revival - Chapter 1548 - 1511: A Few More Times
“I really couldn’t tell you’re so ruthless. I only snatched three coffins, and you actually snatched five!”
At this moment.
Yang Jian and Lin Yunhui successfully retreated from the coffin shop and returned to the real Taiping Ancient Town.
After a brief adjustment, Yang Jian looked at the five coffins next to Lin Yunhui with a hint of surprise.
Lin Yunhui seemed a bit embarrassed: “It was my first heist, I was a bit rough, but I’ve gained experience. If there’s another chance, I could at least grab ten coffins next time.”
“This was really your first heist? You looked so skilled before, I couldn’t tell at all,” Yang Jian couldn’t help but size her up.
In terms of speed, he couldn’t even match a newbie like her.
Remember, he was the one who struck first.
“Eight coffins, five red and three black, should last us a long time. After all, heisting isn’t something you can do often, it’s risky,” Lin Yunhui said.
“The risk is indeed great, but the rewards are high. It’s worth the gamble.” Yang Jian said as he sank all eight coffins into his Ghost Lake and then set off again.
“Where are you going?” Lin Yunhui asked.
Yang Jian replied, “To the coffin shop on Ghost Street.”
“Didn’t we just escape from there? What are you going back for?” Lin Yunhui was a bit puzzled.
Yang Jian said, “If you can rob once, you can rob twice. While I can still move, I should strike again. Anyway, the coffin shop can’t do anything about me.”
“What?” Lin Yunhui, a ghost controller from the Republic of China Period, was shocked by Yang Jian’s modern-day audacity.
According to Lin Yunhui’s logic, you should quit while you’re ahead.
But Yang Jian was determined to exploit every opportunity, disregarding everything else as long as there were gains to be had.
It’s incredibly foolish to reason with the supernatural.
Soon.
Yang Jian circled back to Ghost Street and headed straight for the coffin shop’s location.
He moved quickly.
In just a moment, he was standing in front of the coffin shop’s door once more.
“Really going for another round?” Lin Yunhui still doubted it.
“I’m here, aren’t I? Do you think I’m joking? If this shady shop dares open its doors for business, I dare to rob it. Unless the owner storms out and kills me, I’m going to rob it until it can’t operate anymore.” Yang Jian was still bitter about being swindled before.
He hated these deceitful merchants, so he hesitated not and strode forward with his red long spear in hand.
“Boom!”
Yet before he could enter, the coffin shop’s door slammed shut, with a wooden plaque hung on it, inked with two crooked characters: Closed.
Clearly, the coffin shop sensed Yang Jian’s bad intentions and chose to shut down immediately.
“Thinking of closing up shop? That’s not up to you today.” With that, Yang Jian lifted his red spear and smashed the door open.
A wooden door couldn’t stop him.
As Yang Jian looked inside the coffin shop, he found that there were only four coffins left, which was noticeably fewer than before.
Previously, although he and Lin Yunhui had snatched eight coffins, the remaining coffins were definitely more than just four; there were quite a few left. It seemed the shop immediately hid the remaining coffins upon realizing Yang Jian’s return.
However, Yang Jian acted too swiftly, leaving four coffins behind that couldn’t be moved in time.
“You robber, give back my coffins…” a ghostly voice full of resentment echoed inside the shop.
“Robber? Who says I’m a robber? I’m here to settle the coffin money with you. But you haven’t delivered all the goods, there are four coffins missing. Once you hand them over, I assure you I’ll pay every penny in one go, how about that?” Yang Jian said.
“I don’t trust you, and you’re not welcome here anymore,” the resentful voice resounded again.
“If you don’t trust me, there’s nothing I can do, but if you won’t deliver the remaining four coffins, then you’re breaching the contract. Now I’ll not only refuse to pay for the previous eight coffins but also demand two hundred dollars in compensation for my emotional distress,” Yang Jian said.
“So now you owe me two hundred dollars. I’ll first take your four coffins to offset that. Each coffin is worth ten, and after taking the remaining four, you still owe me a hundred and sixty dollars.”
“Now I’m your creditor, it’s a matter of course to repay debts, you can’t deny it.”
“…” The voice in the coffin shop immediately fell silent.
Even Lin Yunhui beside him widened her eyes at Yang Jian.
Could the calculation really be done this way?
This was even more cunning than those deceitful merchants.
Yang Jian sneered silently; it’s just playing the game, isn’t it? He can do it too.
In the end, it all comes down to who has the bigger fist.
The Coffin Shop can set rules, so can he. Why should he follow someone else’s rules?
While speaking, Yang Jian had already rushed into the Coffin Shop.
At this moment, the Coffin Shop had reverted to its previous appearance, looking devoid of any danger.
Even if the Coffin Shop was a black market, unscrupulous merchants, it had to operate according to certain rules. Now, Yang Jian, who re-entered the Coffin Shop, was a customer, and this shop seemed unable to attack customers at will.
The previous dangers might have been due to Yang Jian stealing that red coffin.
Yang Jian also discovered that as long as he didn’t act recklessly upon entering the Coffin Shop, it seemed like the shop couldn’t do anything to him, at most, use some tricks to scare him.
Ignoring the eerie phenomena in the Coffin Shop, he set his sights on a red coffin.
“This time the Coffin Shop is more alert, can’t be too greedy, just take one coffin at a time. Though a bit troublesome, it won’t take too much time with several trips,” Yang Jian thought to himself.
Then, he immediately picked up a coffin.
In an instant, the light outside the Coffin Shop dimmed abruptly, followed by a terrifying supernatural scene. In that moment, Yang Jian was pulled into a supernatural realm.
But Yang Jian was well-prepared; he immediately broke the boundary between reality and the supernatural, escaping from the supernatural realm and successfully taking the coffin with him.
The Coffin Shop indeed couldn’t do anything to Yang Jian right now.
Because breaking the boundary between reality and the supernatural was too unfathomable.
“It went smoothly and successfully.” Returning to Taiping Ancient Town, Yang Jian looked at the coffin beside him without hesitation and sunk it into Ghost Lake.
Immediately after, he returned to Ghost Street again and soon appeared at the door of the Coffin Shop.
“Robber, robber…” The resentful voice resonated throughout the Coffin Shop.
“Looks like you succeeded again,” said Lin Yunhui, who had been waiting outside the Coffin Shop.
Yang Jian replied, “As long as I’m not greedy, I can succeed every time. This Coffin Shop is bound by certain rules and can’t directly deal with me. This isn’t the time to talk; there are three coffins left inside. Let’s chat after I move those coffins out.”
Saying so, he stepped into the Coffin Shop once more.
The same trick again.
As soon as Yang Jian picked up the coffin, he immediately used the supernatural power of the bus, breaking the boundary between reality and the supernatural, directly returning to the Taiping Ancient Town in reality.
The Coffin Shop could do nothing to stop such swift actions, only watch as Yang Jian took away another coffin.
Even though Yang Jian knew the Coffin Shop was perilous, as long as he didn’t confront it directly, it wouldn’t be a problem.
After a few minutes.
Yang Jian stood in front of the Coffin Shop for the third time.
Perhaps the Coffin Shop realized it couldn’t do anything to Yang Jian, a faint voice echoed: “Don’t come again. If you agree, I can give you a sum of money.”
“With open doors for business, how can you refuse a customer? Not only am I here now, but I’ll keep coming back in every once in a while,” Yang Jian said thick-skinned, not feeling there was anything wrong with what he was doing.
No voice came from inside the Coffin Shop, just a chilly breeze appeared, followed by colorful ghost money flying around the shop with the breeze.
There were bills of three yuan and seven yuan, and quite a number of them.
With a quick glance, at least two to three hundred yuan.
This sum immediately made Yang Jian pause, his eyes couldn’t help but shine.
“So much money.” Lin Yunhui was also attracted by such a large sum.
“As long as you don’t come again, all this money is yours,” the voice from the Coffin Shop sounded, this time somewhat humbled, compromising with Yang Jian.
Yang Jian looked at the three remaining coffins in the shop and the ghost money flying around, weighing his options.
Counting Lin Yunhui’s, he had taken ten coffins altogether, now plenty of coffins, but was very short of ghost money.
He still owed Sister Hong a hundred yuan.
Now, taking the ghost money seemed a wise choice, as ghost money could buy not just coffins but other things too.
“Alright, I agree. Give me all the money in the shop and I won’t continue robbing the Coffin Shop.” Yang Jian paused at the shop’s entrance.
As soon as the words left his mouth.
The next moment, a gust of wind blew from inside the shop, carrying with it numerous colorful ghost money.
The Coffin Shop seemingly feared Yang Jian would change his mind.
Source: Webnovel.com, updated by novlove.com
