They had come with trouble in tow.
Still, a coffin meant money!
Xu Feng had never seen anything like it. His wish had gone unfulfilled in Li Family Village a few days earlier, and now a corpse had delivered itself to his door at night. But this delivery looked dangerous!
The Meteoritic Iron Treasure Blade at Xu Feng's waist began to ring, its hilt trembling. He had no choice but to calm his blade.
Under Unruffled Mind, Xu Feng was the calmest person there.
He surveyed the place.
The Shopkeeper glanced at Xu Feng too. He was not one for praise; at most, he might have reached for some old saying.
Something about remaining unmoved even if a mountain collapsed before him, or not blinking when a deer leapt beside him.
Xu Feng asked, "Old Shopkeeper, can we still send everyone back to town? If not, they could camp near the market outside town."
Whatever happened, the others could not stay here.
No one knew what was inside that coffin.
If it hurt a bystander, that would be a disaster. A good deed would turn into a terrible one.
The Old Shopkeeper put out his pipe and rolled up his tobacco pouch. "Don't worry, boss. We won't let our affairs trouble you."
Xu Feng nodded and took some silver from his robe. "This will pay for the craftsmen's rooms. After seeing something so unlucky, they could use a drink to shake it off."
Some craftsmen observed such taboos. When they worked on temples, they would not go straight home afterward. They either bathed outside to wash the taint away or rubbed Incense Ash over themselves.
They did not want anything clinging to them to bring harm to their wives, children, or elders.
Xu Feng had made his intentions clear. Seeing