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As dusk settled, the funeral street darkened earlier than other areas.

Most of the shops on both sides had already closed their doors, and the street was deserted.

Chen Mo paused for a moment as he passed Fushou Coffin Shop.

It smelled foul.

Extremely faint, as if seeping from a crack in the door, mixed with the evening dampness, barely perceptible.

If it weren't for his more sensitive sense of smell than the average person, he wouldn't have been able to smell it at all.

Chen Mo stopped and glanced at it from the side.

The coffin shop's doors were tightly shut, and faded door god paintings were pasted on the door panels, the edges of the paper already worn away.