**Chapter 49: Old Wang from the Coffin Shop!**
Back at the funeral parlor, Xu Yang froze at the sight of the elderly man pacing outside. "Uncle Wang? Weren't you retired in Shanghai with your son?"
The old coffin-maker squinted through round spectacles. "City life's no good—too much smog, too little death business." He strode inside, nostrils flaring. "Boy, who's been haunting your store? The yin energy here could freeze a yak!"
Xu Yang chuckled nervously. "Just... redecorating. Feng shui adjustments."
Old Wang's cane tapped the floorboards. "Feng shui? More like *ghost* shui!" His eyes narrowed at the staircase where two spectral giggles echoed. "Since when do you keep—"
He froze mid-sentence, staring at Xu Yang like he'd grown a third eye. "You... you're channeling qi? But your grandpa said you were—"
"Medically hopeless?" Xu Yang grinned. "Let's just say I found... alternative therapies."
A crash sounded upstairs. Old Wang's cane shot toward the noise. "Therapies that involve housing Ming Dynasty ghosts?"
From the shadows, Liu Shishi's voice dripped ice. "Watch your tongue, mortal. This one dueled imperial censors before your great-grandfather was born."
Yang Yin's head phased through the ceiling. "Oooh! Are we playing hide-and-seek?"
Old Wang's face paled. "Two? You're keeping *two*?!"
Xu Yang shrugged. "Buy one get one free?"
The coffin-maker collapsed into a mourning chair, muttering about "modern youth" and "death wish tourism." His trembling hand pulled out a jade talisman. "Take this. For the love of Tao, don't let them near my shop's premium cypress stock!"
As Old Wang fled, Xu Yang examined the talisman—an antique *Ghost Market* entry pass etched with fading characters: **Enter at Your Peril.**
Upstairs, Yang Yin squealed: "Master! Sister Shishi found spicy crayfish delivery menus!"
Xu Yang sighed. The real haunting had just begun.