Yan Shouyi's words immediately stunned everyone. They did not expect that the man in front of them, who looked to be in his early twenties, would be so courageous.
Who is Shen Shuzhen?
At least in the eyes of this group of people, Shen Shuzhen is a god-like existence. Without Shen Shuzhen, they would not be where they are today.
But Yan Shouyi had already caught the young master, and he still had to go see Shen Shuzhen in person.
Knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, he prefers to travel to tiger mountains. Isn't that what he is talking about?
"Take him to see Grandma Shen."
At this time, the tied corpse driver sighed and said.
Everyone hesitated for a moment and finally gave way.
Yan Shouyi asked Long Feicheng to release the corpse exorcists.
After the corpse chaser got up, he moved his hands and feet and said to Yan Shouyi: "Come with me, I will take you to see Grandma Shen."
Long Feicheng approached Yan Shouyi and asked in a low voice: "Brother Yan, can we trust them?"
"Their young master is in my hands, and they don't dare to act rashly."
Yan Shouyi's hand still did not leave the young master. He pinched the back of the young master's neck, just like a person pinching the neck of a kitten. The young master did not dare to move.
Under the leadership of the corpse chasers, Yan Shouyi and Long Feicheng carried the young master and walked out of the encirclement.
Those who were left behind looked at each other, a little at a loss for a moment.
Fortunately, one of them came back to his senses in time and said, "Go and notify Grandma Shen!"
There were a few quick-footed people who bypassed Yan Shouyi and the others and took a shortcut back, eager to report tonight's events to Shen Shuzhen.
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Walking on the dark path, the corpse driver introduced himself: "My name is Zhong Yan."
This corpse chaser is of the same lineage as Zhong Qi.
Because most folk sects come from the same origin, most of the same sects only have a few surnames. For example, most of the coffin bearers in the past were surnamed Guan, and most of the painters were surnamed Weng.
Yan Shouyi asked: "What is your young master's name again?"
"Young Master, his name is..."
"Humph, I have a mouth of my own!" the young master interrupted, "My name is Cui Yu!"
Yan Shou gave the young master a big mouth: "Did I ask you?"
Cui Yu was stunned. He has never received such a beating since he was a child!
His grandma pampered him very much, and the people around him also protected him. He had rarely been beaten when he grew up, and even if he did get beaten, it would be his own big mistake.
But just now, he just said something and was slapped by Yan Shou!
Damn it!!
Cui Yu felt extremely wronged for a moment. The macho man's eyes were red and he was about to shed tears.
When Long Feicheng saw it, he couldn't help but laugh: "You were so mean just now. It seems that you are just a novice who has never suffered before. You can't bear any grievance. It's embarrassing and humiliating!"
If everyone has an attribute list, then Long Feicheng's taunt value must be full.
Cui Yu couldn't hold himself any longer on the spot, and started to yell at Long Feicheng like crazy, spraying out all the ugly words.
Long Feicheng, on the other hand, was a man of seclusion and a playful smile. For a person like him who grew up in the society, he had long disregarded greetings to his family and ancestors.
When Cui Yu scolded him until his mouth went dry, Long Feicheng slapped him in the face. Cui Yu immediately surrendered and apologized repeatedly.
Long Feicheng raised his hand and said, "Look, you've been scolding me for a long time, and I don't care at all, but this slap of mine actually hit you on the face. Does it hurt?"
Cui Yu nodded with red eyes.
"It's okay if it hurts. Keep your mouth clean from now on!" Long Feicheng educated, "My mouth smells much worse than yours, young master, but I know when to ridicule and when to give in."
Yan Shouyi on the side laughed. There are actually people in this world who can be educated by Long Feicheng. It seems that this young master is indeed too pampered.
Zhong Yan, the corpse exorcist, couldn't stand it any longer and persuaded him in a good voice:
"I respect you two as men, but you better not take it out on the young master. The young master is the treasure of Grandma Shen. If Grandma Shen knows that you beat the young master, she will definitely be angry."
Long Feicheng sneered and said: "If she doesn't educate her children and grandchildren, naturally someone will help educate her. Today we just slap her in the face. If he goes out and provokes a ruthless person tomorrow, then he will cut his neck."
Zhong Yan also knew that what Long Feicheng said was reasonable, so he gave a few symbolic words of persuasion. If Cui Yu wanted to file a lawsuit, at least he would be able to protect himself wisely.
The path the four of them took leads directly to the crematorium.
Yan Shouyi thought it right at this time. Shen Shuzhen was a facial makeup artist, and she was either in the funeral parlor or the crematorium.
Now it seems that this crematorium is Shen Shuzhen's territory, which makes it convenient for them to steal the corpse and give it to the Ghost King family.
When the four of them arrived at the gate of the crematorium, more than twenty people were already guarding the gate.
The momentum of these people was obviously much stronger than those outside the village before. From a distance, Yan Shouyi could already feel a sense of oppression, as if he was putting his face close to a fire, or as if he was pointing a needle between his eyebrows. In short, he needed to be tough. Only the scalp can move forward.
But now that the matter has come to an end, Yan Shouyi has no way out. He carries the pressure and walks at the front, arriving at the entrance of the crematorium.
When the other party saw the embarrassed Cui Yu, a bit of anger flashed in his eyes, but he still suppressed his anger and said coldly to Yan Shouyi:
"Grandma Shen is inside, you follow me."
Following the guy who led the way, a few people walked into the crematorium. After walking for a short time, they came to the outside of a room similar to an office. The person who led the way knocked on the door and let Yan Shouyi and the others in.
As soon as Yan Shou escorted Cui Yu into the office, he saw the old lady sitting on the mahogany chair directly in front of him.
Besides her, there were only two other middle-aged men in the room, so Grandma Shen could only be her.
There were two middle-aged men, one with a full beard and wearing military green overalls, and the other with pale, heavy makeup. He didn't look like a living person at night.
When these two people get together, they have an indescribable weird feeling, even weirder than Monte.
Grandma Shen sat calmly on the chair making tea, not even raising her head to look at Yan Shouyi and the others, as if she was indifferent to her grandson.
When the two middle-aged men saw Cui Yu being escorted by Yan Shouyi, they couldn't restrain themselves on the spot. They stood up and shouted angrily:
"How dare you, let Xiaoyu go!"
Long Feicheng sneered and said: "Are you kidding me? This guy is the only bargaining chip in our hands. How can we let him go just as he wants?!"
But as soon as Long Feicheng finished speaking, Yan Shouyi let go of his hand and pushed Cui Yu towards Shen Shuzhen.
Cui Yu himself was a little confused. Normally, he would not be let go. What kind of chess was Yan Shouyi playing?
Long Feicheng said anxiously: "Brother Yan, this guy is a bargaining chip after all. How can he just let him go?"
"They are all civil sects, and they must have rules. If I abide by the rules, they will not mess around, but if I break the rules, it is natural for them to attack."
Long Feicheng heard this with little understanding. Are there any rules for folk sects?
Yan Shouyi didn't explain much, just cupped his fists and bowed to Shen Shuzhen, and said loudly:
"Yan Shouyi, the descendant of Lu Ban, has met Senior Shen!"