There was no talking all night, and the next morning.
Xu Ping took out the door panels early in the morning and opened the shop.
Just as I was about to eat steamed buns and drink tofu curd, I met a group of big men with guns on the road and hurriedly ran towards the entrance of the town.
On the street, Xu Ping stood and watched for a while, thinking to himself, maybe Dong Dafang hasn't been caught yet, so he should be more careful.
It's as white as jade, as tender as fat, and melts in your mouth.
Tasting the tofu pudding on the table, Xu Ping felt much more at ease and felt comfortable sitting on the roadside eating breakfast.
If it weren't for the two golden flowers at Yang Ji Rice Roll Shop, the breakfast stalls on this roadside would definitely be a shame.
After a while, there were more people at the roadside stalls, and they began to talk about recent events in the town:
"Hey, have you heard about it? What happened at Master Ren's house was the revenge of the enemy. It's very evil."
"Who wouldn't know that the chaos is so big? Look at the police station. Isn't anyone working so hard on weekdays?"
"Who says it's not the case? All the roads and alleys leading to the outside are blocked. Those patrolmen will go up and touch people when they see them. They don't know what they are touching."
"What else can they touch, take advantage of, and eat tofu?"
"Young girls and young wives in this town, no one dares to go out. Your innocence will be stained."
"That is to say, after being touched by those people, a good piece of meat still fell on the body. Hey, why did I just see your mother-in-law walking outside the town..."
"Damn it, I have a fever again..."
A man's face turned red, he dropped his bowl and ran out, causing the crowd to laugh.
Xu Ping didn't smile. He dropped a few coins and walked slowly towards the shop.
After hearing these few words, Xu Ping already understood why he wanted to touch passers-by.
Dong Dafang is a bug player, so he must have a lot of them with him.
Moreover, insect poison is extremely difficult to cultivate, so he cannot give up easily and must take them away.
In this case, it would be understandable to search everyone.
This idea must have been thought up by Uncle Jiu, but the person who executed it seemed to have gone astray, and was suspected of taking advantage of the order.
Alas, you can't wait for others to come to your door, you still have to take the initiative.
Xu Ping planned to close the shop at night and go to Yizhuang to deal with Dong Dafang as soon as possible.
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Xu Kee Coffin Shop.
Sunset on the west mountain.
Xu Ping looked at the people coming and going, the various behaviors in the world, and stared at a dirty little beggar on the street.
After staring for a long time, the little beggar rolled his eyes at him and turned his gaze.
After watching it for so long, I didn’t even want to part with a single penny, which is embarrassing.
Thinking that Xu Ping is stingy, the little beggar doesn't want to talk to him.
Xu Ping was happy. These days, beggars have quite a personality. They carry a broken bowl and are quite arrogant.
Suddenly, a figure stood between the two of them, blocking Xu Ping's gaze.
Looking up, he saw a pale man with dull eyes. Xu Ping was stunned on the spot.
Ordinary people might be okay, but Xu Ping was successful in cultivation, and he could tell at a glance that this man exuded a strong aura of death, as if he had crawled out of the ground just now.
You can say that he is a zombie, and his actions are no different from those of ordinary people.
WTF?
"Shopkeeper, here's a coffin. I need it now." The man's voice was hoarse, as if he was making a sound from his throat.
When Xu Ping heard this, he grinned. Was it because he thought his quality was poor and he climbed out to find a new home?
Xu Ping invited him into the store and jokingly said, "Sir, what do you think?"
The man glanced at it and casually pointed to the willow coffin at the door, "That's it."
"Twenty dollars."
"Bah!" The man threw out a money bag, and Xu Ping nodded. Good guy, he is still a rich corpse. The money bag contains at least forty or fifty yuan.
"Then where will I send you this coffin?" Regardless of whether it was a corpse or a human being, or the visitor was a guest, Xu Ping did not look at him with colored glasses.
"Qingxiu Mountain."
"Okay..." After hearing the words Qingxiu Mountain, Xu Ping suddenly realized that Dong Xiaoyu's body seemed to be there.
After a little thought, Xu Ping understood.
Dong Dafang once said before that he wanted Dong Xiaoyu to leave here with him, but Dong Xiaoyu's grave is right here, where can he go.
The only way is to take her body away and find a new place to bury it, so that her ghost can also be taken away.
Moreover, Dong Dafang must have known that setting up a barrier to prevent such a big movement would be a way to hide in a coffin and take charge of the town.
But after so many years, Dong Xiaoyu's coffin must have rotted long ago.
He actually thought of digging up a dead person, controlling the corpse with corpse poison, and buying a new coffin without anyone noticing.
Can,
Dong Dafang has been away from home for twenty years. He never expected that he would be doing this business, and he would be delivered directly to his door.
In order to further his suspicion, Xu Ping walked over slowly and pretended to introduce the coffin. He accidentally brushed the man's shoulder and quietly let out a trace of his true energy.
Good guy!
There is no flesh and blood, just worms.
This corpse has been completely hollowed out. Whether it is actions or words, they are all emitted by the corpse Gu controlling the body.
Besides Dong Dafang, who else could carry out such a grand operation?
"Okay, I'll send you a guest whenever you want." Xu Ping showed a kind smile and already had a plan in mind.
"It's coming soon after dark, so it must be delivered."
"Sir, just wait!"
The man was decisive, turned around and left without even saying hello.
"Sir, please go slowly and come back when you have time."
As he watched the man leave, Xu Ping didn't stop him, so as not to alert others. He turned his eyes and found that the little beggar at the door was still there.
"Come, come here." Xu Ping waved to the little beggar.
The little beggar was stunned for a moment. He didn't want to go there, but when he saw Xu Ping shaking his money bag, he quickly came over with a broken bowl and smiled: "Shopkeeper, you are such a good person. I wish you a prosperous business and lots of money."
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As he spoke, he lowered his head and raised the bowl.
When this routine continued, Xu Ping was stunned, and the words he had thought of were stuck in his mouth for a long time.
No one has the skill to climb up the pole... After Xu Ping came to his senses, he looked at the broken bowl in front of him, took out two big coins from his purse, and said with a smile: "Where's the money?
Yes, but I can’t give it to you for free, you have to run some errands for me.”
After hearing what he said, the little beggar was stunned. He raised his head and his eyes were quite clear on his dirty little face. "Shopkeeper, what do you think I am?"
"A beggar." Xu Ping was curious. Isn't this obvious?
The little beggar smiled slightly, pointed at himself and said: "Look, I have hands and feet. If I want to work and make money, I won't become a beggar, right?"
Hiss, that makes sense.
Xu Ping was speechless by his words, which were almost the same as plagiarizing Glass's famous saying about working.
"Just tell me whether you want to do it or not?"
"You have to pay more."
When Xu Ping heard this, he immediately became angry and prepared to find someone else to work for him. There were not even two college students these days, and there were not many errand runners and beggars.
But it was getting dark, and there were fewer and fewer pedestrians. Looking around, the other beggars on the street had gone home from get off work and slept.
leave!
These beggars get off work more punctually than I do.
Xu Ping even wanted to have a three-level fight, but when he saw that the person in front of him was the only one who could help him, he threw five yuan into his broken bowl and said in a deep voice: "Go to Yizhuang now and find a man named Uncle Jiu.
There is no stopping, so he must rush to Qingxiu Mountain and Dong Xiaoyu’s grave as soon as possible.”
With a smile on his face, the little beggar held five pieces of ocean in his arms, feeling heavy with comfort, "Don't worry, shopkeeper, I will definitely deliver the news."
After saying that, the little beggar held the broken bowl and was ready to do something.
"etc!"
Xu Ping called out to him.
The little beggar immediately turned around and asked with a sneer: "Shopkeeper, do you have anything else to say?"
Xu Ping didn't say anything. He waved his hand and the little beggar's eyes flashed. Two giggling paper figures stood in front of him, very close at hand.
"Oh my God!"
With a weird smile in front of him, the little beggar screamed strangely, his hair suddenly exploded, and he lay on the ground.
Xu Ping spoke with a cold tone, pointed at a coffin in the room, and threatened fiercely: "I'll give you the money. If things don't work out, take a look at that coffin. Does it look like yours?"
Following Xu Ping's fingers, the little beggar nodded in panic, with cold sweat dripping down his forehead, forming a big painted face.
The intimidation effect reached full marks. Xu Ping was very satisfied and waved his hand, "Go!"
The little beggar was relieved and ran away like crazy, losing all the broken bowls he was eating from.