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Yang Yanrong wanted to take advantage of the two masters and apprentices, but he didn't expect that Sang Yuchu was also starting to take advantage of him. If he knew about it, he might be so happy!
Several years of pursuit have already strained the nerves of both the master and the disciple. Now that Chu Wangshan is dead, there is nothing to worry about anymore. Even Sang Yuchu, who has always been indifferent, has been exposed.
With a relieved expression, he breathed a huge sigh of relief. Looking at his old enemy who was already dead, Sang Yuchu couldn't help but feel a little confused. Where should he go? Should he continue to wander in the world and survive the bloody storm?
Or should I find a nest, hide my name, and live peacefully for the rest of my life?
How could Zhang Ke'er not know what her master was thinking? She looked apologetically at this master who loved and cared about her, and had been protecting her for several years to prevent herself from being aggrieved. Although Sang Yuchu didn't complain at all, under Zhang Ke's
But in her heart, she was very grateful. This kind of gratitude could no longer be expressed by the word "thank you". She wanted Master to be happy, happy and happy, and to be with her forever.
Yang Yanrong looked at the silent pair of master and disciple with a smile, and did not disturb the rare peace. He slowly walked to Chu Wangshan's body, squatted down and rummaged in his arms to see if there was anything.
Leave valuable things behind. After all, if you want to survive in this world, it is very painful to be without money. There is a saying in the past life: Money is not everything, but no money is absolutely impossible. As a grown man,
He can't ask for money from this beautiful master and apprentice, right? If this spreads out, how can Xu Ke, no, Yang Balang still have the face to hang out in the world?
Fortunately, Chu Wangshan was not considered a poor man. He actually carried two gold ingots, a stack of silver notes, a few pieces of broken silver, and three copper coins. The silver notes were all in packages of twelve taels, which was enough.
There are thirteen pieces, totaling one hundred and thirty taels of silver. Two ingots of five taels of gold ingots can also be exchanged for one hundred taels of silver. Judging from the price level of the Northern Song Dynasty at that time, these two hundred taels of silver were enough to buy a person.
Ordinary people have lived a good life for ten years. Of course, based on Yang Yanrong's living standards, it is only two months of living expenses: he wears famous brands, rides in luxury cars, lives in a villa, and eats delicacies from the mountains and seas.
Yang Yanrong didn't expect that the black-faced Chu Wangshan had so much money on him. It seemed that this guy's entire net worth was here. This was good, as he didn't have to worry about living expenses.
Although it is a shameful thing to find money on a dead person, and it also seems very unkind, isn't it because we are short of money? He secretly comforted himself in his heart, cupped his hands towards Chu Wangshan's body, and whispered:
"Brother Chu, you can't blame me for this. I clearly said hello to you before and told you to leave immediately, but you didn't listen. This guy in my hands went wrong and you died young.
, don’t sue me when you get to the Hall of the King of Hell! I will remember you every new year and festival in the future, and I will definitely burn a lot of gold ingots for you, and give you countless beauties, so just go away. Oh, by the way.
, remember today next year, come to the crossroads to collect it! Don’t let those little devils snatch it away from you.”
Sang Yuchu had profound skills. Although Yang Yanrong's voice was very small, she could hear it clearly. She thought to herself that this person was too shameless. He killed others and then robbed them of their money. It was really abominable.
, it seems that whoever offends him will definitely not have a good life. I can't help but be a little shaken about my previous intention to promise Ke'er to him. I really don't know what this hateful guy will do in the future.
Things come up.
Soon, Sang Yuchu, master and apprentice, gathered their thoughts and walked to Yang Yanrong together. Sang Yuchu said: "Mr. Yang, what do you think we should do with these corpses? Otherwise, let's burn them on fire."
As he spoke, he pointed at the two dead bodies on the ground.
Yang Yanrong was noncommittal. He was still immersed in the joy of getting a windfall. He didn't hear a word of Sang Yuchu's words. It wasn't until Sang Yuchu called him three times that Yang Yanrong suddenly woke up.
"Oh, okay, let's do it like this!" Yang Yanrong didn't hear clearly what Sang Yuchu said and just nodded in agreement.
Sang Yuchu was speechless for a while, rolled his eyes helplessly, snorted, and said dissatisfied: "Did you hear what I said clearly? You just nodded in agreement? I mean, put this Chu Wangshan and your... corpse
How about burning them together?" Sang Yuchu stopped mid-sentence. He felt why this was so awkward. In front of others, he asked others if they agreed to burn his own body. At this point
, there was a fever on her face, and a bright red color quickly spread all over her cheeks, as if she had just applied rouge. Yang Yanrong's eyes straightened when she saw it, emitting a fierce light like a wolf, thinking that this Y-hair is so beautiful.
, when did he push it down and play nine-nine-eighty-one moves to see? He has been interested in the legendary taboo moves for a long time. If he can really try it on this cold-faced beauty, it will not be in vain.
. When he thought of this, the light in his eyes became even brighter.
This look made Sang Yuchu, who had been wallowing in the world all day long, feel nervous and thought to himself: Damn it, this evil person is not thinking of taking revenge on me, is he?
What Yang Yanrong has done in the past half day has made Sang Yuchu slightly afraid of him. Although this guy doesn't know any martial arts, the gun in his hand is very powerful. I have to be careful at all times.
Stay tuned, don't fall for his deception anytime soon.
Ke'er saw the timidity in Master's eyes and thought that the family fire was bullying Master again. He hurriedly stepped forward and shook Yang Yanrong's arm, and whispered: "Brother Yang..." Ke'er's voice was very soft, but faintly
The blame came out naturally.
Yang Yanrong was startled, coughed dryly, pretended to cover it up, but put on a serious look on his face, and said sternly: "We will do whatever Yuchu says! What? No, absolutely not.", he said.
Halfway through, he suddenly realized that after all, it was his corpse from his previous life, and he couldn't be buried with this black-faced guy.
When Sang Yu saw that he was back to normal for the first time, a stone in his heart finally fell to the ground. He couldn't help but laugh secretly in his heart, pursed his lips and said nothing. Let's see how he would deal with it.
Yang Yanrong pointed at Chu Wangshan's body and said sternly: "How can you put my body together with this guy with bloody hands? This is absolutely impossible. If you want to burn it, you can only burn him.
Yes, my body needs to be buried somewhere with good feng shui."
Sang Yuchu smiled helplessly and said to himself, you really thought this corpse was you, what a strange guy.