Hearing what Xu Ping said, Uncle Jiu was very worried: "Xiao Xu, what if he is the God of Five Powers?"
As he spoke, he came up with a plan and said: "The young master of the Zhao family died in a strange way. I just used this reason to come to visit and secretly investigate his true identity."
Xu Ping had long wanted to go to Zhao's house to give Boss Zhao some advice. If he stumbles in secret, his family will be ruined.
The main reason why I haven't gone is because the two sides haven't completely broken up yet and have been maintaining business competition.
Hearing what Uncle Jiu said, although I knew he had good intentions, the problem is that you are not as good at judging people as I am... Xu Ping, who knows how to read Qi, didn't know how to explain it.
Besides, I just took this opportunity to give him a beating so that he wouldn't think he was easy to bully.
Unexpectedly, he hadn't spoken yet. When Lin Lao, who was standing nearby, heard this, he shook his head like a rattle: "Lao Jiu, you can't do it."
Uncle Jiu's face was suffocated: "What do you mean, you look down on me?"
Being despised by his old friend, he instantly became unhappy.
Mr. Lin, who was covered in stench, did not explain, but asked: "Can you see the origin of my stench?"
Uncle Jiu knew the corpse stitcher very well. He glanced at him and said, "The corpse energy you absorbed after sewing up the corpse comes from the method of raising corpses."
At the end of the sentence, Uncle Jiu, an orthodox Taoist, also criticized him and said: "It's just Wild Fox Zen."
When Mr. Lin heard what his old friend said, he was not angry. Instead, he looked at Xu Ping, waiting for his answer.
"It's the corpse energy you absorbed after you mended the corpse." Xu Ping echoed, word for word.
People who sew corpses can easily cause corpse gas to enter their bodies, and most of them will not live long.
However, Mr. Lin used the method of cultivating corpses to absorb the corpse energy from sewing up corpses. Strictly speaking, this was not the right path.
In other words, Uncle Jiu knew what he was like and would not look at him through colored glasses. If it were any other person who flaunted his righteousness, he would have been killed as a monster.
Listening to Xu Ping repeating his words, Uncle Jiu frowned slightly and couldn't hide his smile.
I thought to myself, you guys have learned from me sometimes.
Unexpectedly, Elder Lin asked another question: "Lao Jiu, can you tell how long the corpse energy on my body has been there?"
This... Uncle Jiu's face froze and he pondered for a long time without saying a word.
He couldn't see it, but he wasn't convinced either: "How can you know this? Besides, I'm afraid you can't even figure it out yourself."
Mr. Lin turned around and looked at Xu Ping in front of him, his eyes clear and he smiled without saying a word.
This corpse stitcher has something. How did he know that I can read the spirit...
... Xu Ping glanced at Uncle Jiu and said directly: "The longest is half a year, and the shortest is just these few days."
The corpse aura on the corpse stitcher's body does not exist permanently, but is related to the corpse he has stitched up.
If the repaired body rots or is burned, the corpse energy will gradually dissipate.
Xu Ping looked at him with his Qi-gazing technique. The surrounding corpse Qi was mixed and impure. It obviously belonged to many people, and some were more and some were less, which was easier to understand.
I don’t know where the corpse energy from half a year ago came from.
But there is a familiar smell in the corpse aura in recent days, which belongs to Mr. Ren.
Mr. Lin nodded with admiration: "The first time I saw you, I noticed that your eyes were different..."
In fact, what he didn't say was that at that time, he noticed that wherever the young man looked, corpse energy would immediately surge up.
Like a wild woman, taking off her clothes on her own initiative.
This feeling of being penetrated made him a little frightened, so he judged that Xu Ping must have practiced the Eye Technique.
As soon as Mr. Lin said this, Uncle Jiu understood instantly, and the smile suddenly froze on his face.
He looked at Xu Ping in surprise and was silent for a while: "Xiao Xu, you better go."
Eye Technique is a relatively advanced technique. After being reminded by Mr. Lin, he felt inferior. Xiao Xu's eyes were not ordinary eyes and could not be compared.
Xu Ping nodded without saying anything. He had long wanted to meet Boss Zhao again.
Mr. Lin looked at Uncle Jiu, smiled slightly, and said that you are no longer good, and you still want to fight with me.
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Mr. Zhao has been very angry these days. If he is not happy at all, he will catch his servants and maids to vent his anger and slap him for a while.
Several people died.
Get angry, get angry, life must go on.
The day after his son died, he welcomed three charming concubines into his house.
Why, make a little person.
When the big one is gone, a smaller one must come out. We can't cut off our descendants.
Not to mention that rich people know how to play, this matter has become a topic of conversation after dinner in Renjiazhen.
The sun hadn't completely set yet, and Boss Zhao had just climbed into bed when Xu Ping came.
He followed the housekeeper to the living room and sat down, looking around casually.
The decoration of the house is very European style, with the highlight being white.
The furniture is also all Western gadgets, the crystal chandelier shines brightly, and the pale walls are hung with murals, with blond hair and blue eyes looking just right naked.
If it was exposed a little more, it would be indescribable. Xu Ping couldn't help but take a second look.
"Shopkeeper Xu, please take a seat. The master will be here in a moment." After the butler received him, he sent someone to bring him a cup of coffee.
Taking advantage of this moment, Xu Ping looked around.
The blood lingering in the room was very heavy.
This decoration has obviously not been inspected by a Feng Shui master. No wind can blow in. If someone dies in the house, the blood evil spirit cannot be blown out.
For a long time, people who lived here might have had some serious illness.
Other than that, there are no other problems. At most, a lot of people will die.
Two minutes later, with the coffee still piping hot, Boss Zhao walked in fully dressed.
Xu Ping stood up to greet him, used Zhanzhan Qi Technique, and looked up and down.
Between the eyebrows, bad luck gathers, which is a sign of the loss of a child in middle age.
The heaven is full, which means endless wealth. However, there is a vertical vertical line between the eyebrows. This is the hanging needle pattern, which creates many variables out of thin air for this huge wealth.
The hanging needle pattern is at the forefront. If there is no expert guidance, it is estimated that the family will be ruined.
After all, he is a person who has been through the storm. A day of being sad or a day of failure will be over.
Boss Zhao is a man who does great things and can keep his composure. After experiencing a white-haired man giving a black-haired man a favor, there is no trace of sadness or joy from his appearance.
"Brother Xu, I knew you would come over." When he said this, he looked proud and could not tell at all, as if his son had died.
He knew I would come... Xu Ping lost his relaxed and carefree attitude, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he asked in surprise: "Boss Zhao, do you know why Xu came to the door?"
Sitting down opposite Xu Ping, a glass of milk was served. Boss Zhao drank it all in one gulp, and then said leisurely: "Sit down, if Zhao guessed correctly, Brother Xu is here to discuss selling the shop with me, right?
"
As he spoke, a smile appeared on his face.
Several nearby shops have completed secret acquisitions, and now the coffin shop is the only one left to complete the foreign master's mission.
After completing this task, you can cooperate with foreigners.
With the support of foreigners, establishing a foothold in the provincial capital was no longer a dream. It was this incident that made his pain of losing his son less severe.
My son can be reborn. Seeing that the Zhao family can be in my hands and get rid of the constraints of this small place, what else is more important than this.
Still thinking about my shop... Xu Ping breathed a sigh of relief, leaned back on his chair, and said with a smile: "You did guess right, but... you didn't guess right either."
Boss Zhao was startled for a moment, and his smile disappeared instantly: "You can raise the price. I believe Lao Sun has told you that this is a foreigner's business, and they have a lot of money."
Xu Ping pondered, shook his head, and said very seriously: "Like Lao Ma, I am not interested in money."
Boss Zhao's face froze and his lips trembled unconsciously.
He didn't know who Lao Ma was, but he didn't believe that there were still people in this world who weren't interested in money.
"So you are here to cause trouble?" Boss Zhao's expression became gloomy.
I'm afraid you won't be angry, so I'll pour more oil on it... Xu Ping shook his head again and grinned: "I don't plan to sell the coffin shop yet. I came here today because I heard that the housekeeper of your house had visited me in the shop before.
, so I came to ask, do you still want the coffin?"
What he said was simply heartbreaking.
Boss Zhao felt like someone was holding a knife and stabbing him in the heart.
His face instantly turned pale. He slapped his hand on the wooden table and threatened: "Street boy, do you think I, Zhao, can't do anything to you? Believe me or not..."
"What do you want?"
Xu Ping stood up directly, with a calm expression on his face and a cold aura coming out of him.
A cold aura hit his face, like a howling cold wind. Boss Zhao trembled all over and stood there speechless.