The years when I opened a coffin shop in the world of Ninth Uncle

Chapter 77 The Evil God Appears
Hearing what Xu Ping said, Uncle Jiu was quite worried: "Xiao Xu, what if he is Wutongshen?"

As he said that, he came up with a plan and said, "Master Zhao's death was bizarre. I just used this reason to come to the door and secretly investigate his real identity."

Xu Ping wanted to go to Zhao's house a long time ago, to mention something to Boss Zhao, and to make trouble secretly, but the family would be ruined.

The reason why they haven't been there is mainly because, at present, the two sides haven't completely broken each other, and they have been maintaining business competition.

Hearing what Uncle Jiu said, although he knew that he had good intentions, the problem is that I'm not sure...Xu Ping, who knows how to look at Qi, doesn't know how to explain it.

Besides, just take this opportunity to beat him, lest he think he is easy to bully.

Thinking that he hadn't spoken yet, Elder Lin who was standing beside him shook his head like a rattle: "Old Jiu, you can't do it."

Uncle Jiu's face was suffocated: "What do you mean by that, you look down on me?"

Being despised by his old friend made him instantly unhappy.

Elder Lin, who was covered in stench, didn't explain, but asked instead, "Can you see the origin of my stench?"

Uncle Jiu knew very well about the corpse stitcher, so he glanced at him and said, "It's the corpse breath you absorb after sewing the corpse, which comes from the method of raising corpses."

At the end, the orthodox Taoist Uncle Jiu also said to him, "It's all about wild fox Zen."

Old Lin was not angry when he heard what his friend said. Instead, he looked at Xu Ping, waiting for his answer.

"It's the corpse aura you absorbed after you mended the corpse." Xu Ping echoed, verbatim.

The corpse-sewing people are easy to cause the corpse's breath to enter the body, and most of them don't live long.

However, Mr. Lin absorbs the dead breath of sewing corpses through the method of raising corpses. Strictly speaking, it is indeed not the right way.

That is to say, Uncle Jiu knows what he is like, and if he doesn't look at him with colored glasses, if he is another person who flaunts justice, he will definitely be beheaded as a monster.

Hearing Xu Ping repeating his own words, Uncle Jiu frowned slightly and couldn't hide his smile.

I secretly thought in my heart, you kid also learn from me sometimes.

Unexpectedly, Elder Lin asked another question: "Then Lao Jiu, can you tell how long have the corpse aura on my body lasted?"

This... Uncle Jiu's expression froze, he pondered for a while, but didn't speak.

He couldn't see it, but he wasn't convinced either: "How can you know this, and I'm afraid you won't even understand it yourself."

Elder Lin turned his gaze to look at Xu Ping in front of him with clear eyes, smiling without saying a word.

This corpse stitcher, there is something, how did he know that I can look at the qi technique...

...Xu Ping glanced at Uncle Jiu, and said directly: "The longest is half a year, and the shortest is just a few days."

The corpse aura on the corpse stitcher does not exist forever, it is related to the corpse he stitched.

If the mended corpse rots or is burned, the corpse's breath will gradually dissipate.

Xu Ping looked at him with the qi-watching technique, and the corpse aura surrounding him was mixed and impure, obviously belonging to many people, and some were more and some were less, so it was easier to understand.

I don't know where the corpse aura from half a year ago came from.

But in the last few days, there is a familiar smell in the corpse's breath, which belongs to Master Ren.

Elder Lin nodded with admiration: "The first time I saw you, I noticed that your eyes are different..."

In fact, what he didn't say was that when he noticed the young man's gaze, wherever he looked, the corpse's aura would immediately surge up there.

Like a prodigal woman, she voluntarily took off her clothes.

This feeling of being pierced made him a little startled, so he judged that Xu Ping must have practiced pupil technique.

Hearing what Mr. Lin said, Uncle Jiu also understood instantly, and the smile froze on his face.

He looked at Xu Ping in surprise, and was silent for a while: "Xiao Xu, you should go."

Pupil technique is considered a relatively advanced technique. After being reminded by Mr. Lin, he sighed that it was not as good as it. Xiao Xu's eyes are not ordinary eyes, so they cannot be compared.

Xu Ping nodded and didn't say anything. He had long wanted to meet Boss Zhao again.

Mr. Lin looked at Uncle Jiu, smiled slightly, and said that you are no good, and you still want to fight with me.

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In the past few days, Mr. Zhao has been very angry. Whenever he is unhappy, he catches the servants and maids to vent his anger and twitches.

Several of them died.

Get angry and get angry, life still has to go on.

On the second day after his son's death, he accepted three charming concubines to come in.

Why, make a villain.

The big one is gone, so I have to make a small one, so I can't cut off the offspring.

Otherwise, rich people know how to play, this matter has also become the talk of Ren Jiazhen after dinner.

Before the sun had completely set, 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, highlighting a white.

The furniture is also all Western stuff, the crystal lamps are brightly illuminated, and there are murals hanging on the pale walls, with blond hair and blue eyes, and the nakedness is just right.

A little more exposure would be indescribable, so Xu Ping couldn't help but take a second look.

"Shopkeeper Xu, sit down, the master will come later." After receiving him, the butler sent someone to bring a cup of coffee.

Taking advantage of this time, Xu Ping looked around.

The blood lingering in the room is very heavy.

Obviously, no Feng Shui master has been invited to look at this decoration. No wind can blow in. If someone is dead in the room, the blood cannot be blown out.

For a long time, the people who lived here might have some serious illness.

Other than that, there are no other problems, at most a lot of people will die.

Two minutes later, while the coffee was still boiling hot, Boss Zhao came in fully dressed.

Xu Ping stood up to greet him, performed the Zhan Wang Qi Technique, and looked him up and down.

Between the eyebrows, bad luck gathers, the performance of middle-aged bereavement.

The sky is full, implying endless wealth, but there is a vertical vertical line between the eyebrows, which is the hanging needle line, which creates many variables out of thin air for this monstrous wealth.

The hanging needle pattern is on the top, if there is no expert guidance, it is estimated that the family will be destroyed.

After all, he is a person who has gone through storms. One day of sadness, one day of Xiao Dengke, is over.

Boss Zhao is a person who does big things, so he can hold his breath. After a white-haired person gave a black-haired person, he can't see the sadness and joy from his appearance.

"Brother Xu, I knew you would come." When he said this, he had a smug face, and he couldn't see it at all, as if his son had died.

He knew I would come...Xu Ping lost his relaxed and freehand 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, if Zhao guessed right, Brother Xu is here to discuss with me about selling the shop, right? "

As he spoke, a smile appeared on his face.

The nearby shops have all completed their secret acquisitions, and the coffin shop is the only thing left to complete the mission of Mr. Yang.

After completing this task, you can cooperate with foreigners.

With the support of foreigners, it is no longer a dream to establish a foothold in the provincial capital. It is this incident that makes his pain of losing his son lessen.

The son can be regenerated. Seeing that the Zhao family can be in his hands and get rid of the shackles 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 the chair, and said with a smile: "It's true that you guessed right, but... you didn't guess right either."

Boss Zhao was stunned for a moment, and his smile disappeared instantly: "You can raise the price. I believe Lao Sun has told you that this is a business for foreigners, and they have plenty of money."

Xu Ping shook his head thoughtfully, and said very seriously: "I'm just like Lao Ma, I'm not interested in money."

Boss Zhao's face froze, and his lips trembled subconsciously.

He didn't know who the old horse was, but no matter what, he didn't believe that there were people in this world who were not interested in money.

"So you're here to find fault?" Boss Zhao's expression became gloomy.

I'm afraid you're not angry, so let's pour more oil...Xu Ping shook his head again, grinning: "I don't plan to sell the coffin shop. I came here today because I heard that the housekeeper of your mansion visited me in the shop before." , That's why I came to ask, do you still want the coffin?"

What he said was simply murderous.

Boss Zhao felt that someone was holding a knife and poking him in the heart, once and for all.

His face turned livid in an instant, he slapped the wooden table with a slap, and threatened: "Pu Jie boy, you treat me as Zhao, so there's nothing you can do about it, believe it or not..."

"How are you going?"

Xu Ping stood up straight away with a calm face and a cold aura coming out of his body.

The cold aura hit his face, like the howling of cold wind, Boss Zhao trembled all over, and stood there, speechless.

Inexplicable fear emerged in my heart.

(End of this chapter)