"Ahem, please choose the coffin yourself and put the food behind the door."

The people walked into the shop silently. They carried slightly rotten corpses and gestured with their hands to the size of the coffin.

Ren Qing found that the coffin was really cold on the outside and hot on the inside. The number of coffins in the shop was several times higher, which means that it was a coffin that was made regardless of day and night.

The old man of coffin narrowed his eyes and was still cutting the wooden board with a blade, but he suddenly became aware and his eyes showed a hint of chill.

Ren Qing was very familiar with the residents who ordered coffins and helped transport the bodies, and did not act as an outsider at all.

When he touched the corpses, his face showed a hint of joy that was hard to detect, and his expression became thoughtful.

The old man in coffin frowned, and he hated Ren Qing's appearance.

He has lived for a few days, so why don’t he give himself some leisure?

Moreover, in the eyes of the old man of Coffin, Ren Qing was completely a rotten wood, and his cultivation level did not improve at all for more than ten days.

He was too lazy to pay attention to Ren Qing and continued to make the coffin at hand.

The coffin in the store was sold out soon, but all they obtained was a little bit of old sesame seeds and was worthless.

The people left Sanmu Lane with great sensibility.

The old man of the coffin thought Ren Qing would give up, but he didn't expect that a sound of cutting wood sounded in a moment, which seemed extremely abrupt in the alley.

He pressed the displeasure in his heart and looked away, unable to help but look at Ren Qing.

Ren Qing skillfully split the wood, using the right force, and his movements were not redundant at all, as if he had already understood it.

However, the production of coffins is inevitable and I will stop from time to time.

But as time goes by, Ren Qing mass-produces the coffin more efficiently.

The old man's anger immediately disappeared, but he was deeply surprised by Ren Qing's skill in making coffin, and he lost his mind for a moment.

In the quiet atmosphere, Ren Qingzhao completed the coffin making by copying it, and even older than the coffin with a weak body.

The old man in the coffin was speechless, and in the end he was left with a long sigh.

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Chapter completed!