Yang Jian could no longer stand this shady shop's constant price hikes. He felt that if he really tried to buy a coffin, even all the money he had left would not be enough. Since that was the case, he saw no reason to indulge this crooked business.
At that moment, eerie ghost fire spread through the Coffin Shop. In mere moments, it had almost engulfed the entire store.
The originally yellow, dim oil lamps were dyed the color of ghost fire. From afar, the Coffin Shop looked as though it had been set ablaze.
For his own reasons, Yang Jian deliberately controlled the ghost fire to avoid the coffins in the shop, preventing them from being ignited.
"Are you really going to do this?" Lin Yunhui was somewhat surprised. She clearly had not expected Yang Jian to be so reckless, using supernatural power in the Coffin Shop over a mere disagreement.
Yang Jian's expression remained grim. "I don't have a habit of being fleeced like some fool. If this Coffin Shop wants to be a dishonest merchant, it has to see whether it has what it takes. Besides, I already said I was thinking of robbing the Coffin Shop. You didn't think I was just talking, did you? Fine, since I've already made my move, there's no need to be polite. Today, we'll empty this place of coffins, then destroy the shop and make it disappear from Ghost Street for good."
Either he did not act at all, or he went all the way.
As he spoke, he directly reached out, lifted a red coffin, and strode toward the exit of the Coffin Shop.
However, Yang Jian's actions had clearly violated the Coffin Shop's greatest taboo.
From the past until now, no Ghost Tamer had ever been heard of