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Just after midnight, there were three knocks on the grave.

The paper maker who was keeping watch at night was squatting by the brazier to warm his hands. His face turned pale when he heard the first sound, and his legs became weak when he heard the second sound. As soon as the third sound fell, he rolled and ran down the hillside, not even paying attention to the half-made paper horse.

Only Shen Qingluo was left in front of the grave.

She was sitting on the bluestone, with an old gray and blue coat draped over her shoulders, holding a ledger in her left hand and a mahogany sword in her right hand.The silver bell around his waist was blown gently by the night wind, and in this cemetery, it was clearer than the ghost's cry.

The new soil on the tomb has not yet dried, and the flame of the ever-burning lamp is tilted, illuminating the words on the tombstone half brightly and half darkly.

Another sound came from the coffin.

Shen Qingluo looked up.

"You're in such a hurry to be reincarnated?"

The grave was quiet for a moment.

Shen Qingluo turned to the last page of the account book and drew a line with a charcoal pen.

"Let's make an agreement first. If there is an injustice, we will pay for the injustice, and if there is a debt, we will collect the debt. If you just want to chat with someone, we will charge you a night chat fee."

There was another thud in the grave.

She frowned.

"Don't rush me. If you dead people are anxious, you will scare people. If I, a living person, are anxious, I will ask for more money."

This time there was no knocking in the coffin, instead there was a thin scraping sound, like someone digging at the coffin board with their fingernails.

If it had been anyone else, he would have knelt down and begged his ancestors for mercy.Shen Qingluo put the mahogany sword on her shoulder, walked to the grave, squatted down, and touched the soil of the grave.

The earth is cold and the Yin Qi is light, not like a corpse.

She took out another Qianlong Tongbao and pressed it on the grave.The copper coins were not hot, but there was a little moisture on the edges.

"It's not about picking up the body." Shen Qingluo breathed a sigh of relief, "That's easy to handle."

Suddenly there was a gasp from behind the tree.

Shen Qingluo didn't look back, she just knocked the ground with her scabbard.

"Come out."

Half of his head poked out from behind the tree. It was Wang Xiaoman, the nephew of the deceased.When he invited her to guard the first seven hours during the day, he cried the loudest and his hands shook the most when he gave him money.

Now his face was as white as newly pasted paper.

"Miss Shen, I, I'm just worried. Come back and have a look."

Shen Qingluo looked at the grave.

"Looking at the grave, or whether your third uncle can get out?"

Wang Xiaoman's legs went weak and he almost knelt down.

"Is my third uncle coming out?"

Shen Qingluo stood up and patted the dirt on her hands.

"Whether he can get out or not, it's up to you."

Wang Xiaoman's voice changed: "Look at me?"

"What about buying land certificates?"

"What do you want to buy a land certificate for?"

There was a thump in the grave.

Wang Xiaoman was so scared that he held his head.

Shen Qingluo turned around and looked at him.

"When a person dies and is buried, he must have a certificate of the underworld. Your third uncle prepared a land purchase certificate for himself before his death. It has yellow paper and red inscriptions and is pressed into the shroud. It is gone now."

Wang Xiaoman's eyes rolled around wildly.

"I-I don't know!"

There was another thud in the grave, the sound was stronger than before.

Shen Qingluo thrust the mahogany sword into the grave.

"You can continue not to know. Your third uncle can also go to your house tonight and ask."

Wang Xiaoman knelt down with a thump.

"I took it! I just took a piece of paper! I saw that the writing on the paper looked like a talisman, so I thought it was valuable, so I took it to the town shop. I didn't know that a dead person could use it!"

Shen Qingluo's face was expressionless.

"You can live a good life if a living person robs a dead person of his house deed."

Wang Xiaoman said with a sad face: "Miss Shen, I will get it back right away. Please don't let my third uncle look for me."

"Take it now."

"But, but the shop is in the town..."

Shen Qingluo lowered her head and glanced at the grave.

Immediately there was a dull bang in the coffin, as if the person inside was in a hurry.

Wang Xiaoman rolled up and climbed up.

"I'm going! I'm going right now!"

He ran out a few steps, and Shen Qingluo called to him again.

"Wait."

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