The Coffin Shop chose to compromise. It was actually willing to compensate Yang Jian voluntarily, just to keep him from coming back to rob it again.
Watching the paper money fluttering all over the sky, Yang Jian finally found his conscience and decided to quit while he was ahead, agreeing to the Coffin Shop's deal.
Stretching out his ghost hand, Yang Jian swiftly grabbed all the ghost money.
Very soon, he had a thick stack of colorful banknotes in his hand. Counting them carefully, including the thirty-six yuan he already had, he now had a total of two hundred and thirty-six yuan.
The Coffin Shop had actually compensated Yang Jian with two hundred yuan in one go.
Whether in the present day or during the Republican Era, this was an enormous sum of money.
It seems this Coffin Shop was truly terrified of being robbed. Otherwise, how could it bear to pay out so much? Yang Jian thought.
Or perhaps the Coffin Shop had made too much money from its shady business in the past. It dared to sell a single coffin for thirty-six yuan, so two hundred yuan would only have been worth the price of five or six coffins back then.
Regardless, Yang Jian's trip had been worthwhile.
He gave the Coffin Shop a long, deep look.
Yang Jian did not step inside again. Instead, he turned and left.
This time, he truly left Ghost Street and Taiping Ancient Town. He probably would not set foot here again for a long time.
"Let's go back to Dachang City."
Yang Jian needed to start figuring out how to deal with his ghostly resurgence.
With a Red Coffin as a safeguard, he at least had some confidence now. He would not be completely helpless. After all, if things truly came