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As Old Wu's words faded, a chill swept through the air, causing those nearby to instinctively glance towards the shop. They saw Wang Hongtao smiling and waving at them, while Wu Chun was preparing tea, carrying a cup towards the table.
Before Old Wu's appearance, Huang Ping and the others might not have sensed anything unusual. However, now, seeing the smile on Wang Hongtao's face sent a shiver down their spines. Even Wu Chun's fair skin made them wonder if it was due to being dead that she appeared so pale.
"Whoosh..." A sudden gust of cold wind brushed past Huang Ping and the others, sending a wave of chill through them. They dared not approach the shop any closer and instead retreated to the back of the street, watching the shop from a distance.
At this moment, Huang Ping finally had time to check his phone for messages. He found information about his family and his life experiences recorded on it.
It turned out that Wang Hongtao had been an orphan. He had once lived by begging on the streets until an elderly man who folded paper for funerals took pity on him and brought him into his home.
Wang Hongtao learned the craft of folding funeral items from that old man. As he honed his skills over time, he became increasingly proficient. By the age of thirty, dissatisfied with merely folding funeral items, he left the old man's home to venture out on his own.
Twenty-three years later, Wang Hongtao returned to the old man's house, only to find that the elderly man had passed away. Feeling remorseful towards the old man, Wang Hongtao purchased the shop and inherited his craft, continuing to fold funeral items there.
However, two months ago, Wang Hongtao experienced a sudden car accident. By the time he was taken to the hospital, doctors had already declared him dead. As hospital staff were transporting him to the funeral home that night, Wang Hongtao unexpectedly revived and stealthily escaped from the mortuary.
For these past two months, Wang Hongtao's shop had remained closed until tonight when it finally opened.
"Old Wu, wait a minute," Huang Ping said as he looked at the information on his phone. "According to this data, Wang Hongtao is barely sixty this year; how could he look so old?" He noticed that Wang Hongtao's appearance matched exactly with the man sitting inside drinking tea, yet he seemed much older than his actual age.
Huang Ping handed his phone back to Old Wu and rubbed his chin thoughtfully, furrowing his brow in confusion. "Old Wu, have you found out anything about that woman named Wu Chun inside?"
Old Wu shook his head. "Yellow Team, according to the information department, Wang Hongtao has always managed his shop alone. He never married or employed anyone. All of this is recorded in the system."
Upon hearing Old Wu's words, Huang Ping's confusion deepened. He turned to glance inside the shop and muttered, "Could it be that Wang Hongtao is really a dead body? No, I clearly saw a shadow under his feet earlier. He can't be a ghost!"
After a moment, Wu Chun walked to the shop's entrance, smiling as she waved at Huang Ping and the others. "Comrades, the tea is ready. Come in quickly, or it'll get cold and won't taste good."
At the sound of Wu Chun's sweet voice, Huang Ping suddenly stiffened. Seizing the opportunity, he glanced down at her feet. To his shock, he saw nothing but emptiness beneath her; there was no black shadow on the ground.
Huang Ping's heart raced wildly, filled with fear. Doubting his own eyes, he rubbed them and looked three times, but each time he confirmed that there was indeed no shadow under Wu Chun's feet.
Noticing the sweat pouring down Huang Ping's forehead and soaking his clothes, his colleagues exchanged worried glances. They patted him on the shoulder and asked anxiously, "Yellow Team, what's wrong? Why are you sweating so much? Should we take you to the hospital?"
Huang Ping snapped back to reality upon hearing his colleagues' voices. Wiping the cold sweat from his brow, he forced a smile and looked at Wu Chun. "Sister Wu, please tell Mr. Wang that we have an urgent matter to handle at the bureau and are short-staffed. We'll have to pass on the tea this time. We'll visit again when we have the chance."
Without waiting for Wu Chun's response, Huang Ping signaled to his colleagues, and they quickly made their way out of the street where Wang Hongtao's shop was located.
Once they exited that street and saw pedestrians appearing one after another around them, they finally stopped and let out a collective sigh of relief.
As Huang Ping heard the bustling sounds coming from inside the shop, color returned to his face. He glanced back to confirm that Wang Hongtao had not followed them before turning to his colleagues. "Old Wu, this situation is a bit unusual. We can't handle it with our current manpower. Quickly call the bureau and request more personnel."
After thinking for a moment, he added, "Also, make sure to bring Jiang Ling over; he should have some means to deal with Wang Hongtao."
Old Wu nodded and took out his phone to contact their colleagues at the bureau while Huang Ping stood guard at the street entrance with the remaining team members, preventing anyone from entering Wang Hongtao's shop.
Meanwhile, Wang Hongtao sat at a table in his shop, sipping tea with narrowed eyes as he watched Huang Ping and his team leave. A faint glimmer of murderous intent flickered in his gaze.
Wang Hongtao drained the tea from his cup in one gulp, seemingly oblivious to its scalding heat. He stood up and called to the entrance, "Wu Chun, those cowards have run off. They’ll probably go get reinforcements. Light the lantern at the door and hang it back up. I’ll prepare some things to give them a proper fight."
With that, Wang Hongtao walked behind the counter, retrieving a pair of oddly shaped scissors from inside. He then picked up a fresh talisman from the side and began to cut it into shape.
After hanging the lantern at the entrance, Wu Chun quietly approached Wang Hongtao from behind, holding a fan in her hand and gently fanning him.
Suddenly, the lantern at the shop's entrance shook, and the wind chime hanging beneath it jingled as if something had brushed against it, producing a clear sound.
At that moment, a figure walked in. The person smiled at Wang Hongtao and said, "Wang Hongtao, your shabby shop is finally open! I’m starving; hurry up and bring me something to eat!"
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