Grandmaster's Coffin Board Can No Longer Hold It Down

This shop has been passed down for countless generations, and Shen Guzhi felt that he could not lose money after it was taken into his hands. The previous shop owner brought him here and said he would take a walk downstairs and hand over the goods when he came back. Where is it below? Shen Guzhi didn't know, but the man never came back. The shop became Shen Guzhi's, and the things inside became restless. That night, all the paper people grinned and waved at him. The candles and lanterns on the table flew up and circled around him. Coffins large and small were making strange noises. Shen Guzhi had a gloomy face: Dare you scare me? I'll kill you so much! * Later, Shen Guzhi looked at the paper man who helped tie the wreaths with a complicated expression: "So you were welcoming me that night?" The paper man nodded aggrievedly, as he still had plenty of work to do. Soon, a pale-faced customer came into the store, looking like he was about to die. Shen Guzhi looked at him: "We have wreaths, shrouds, urns, and everything you need. You are welcome to buy." The guest looked around and sighed: "The gate to the underworld is about to open. Please come with me." Shen Guzhi: "..." What is he talking about? Looking for death, right? The atmosphere was tense for a moment. The paper figures behind them all shook their heads: This bastard has turned Lingdu Shop into a wreath shop. No wonder the Patriarch's coffin board can't hold it down. A non-virtuous person who kills at the slightest disagreement & a sick man who likes to die when he has nothing to do. Intention: Start well and end well