I am born with insufficiency

Chapter 22

When Zhu Ding woke up, he found himself in a dark room, only a bean-like candle was flickering, and two ghost faces, one black and one white, were unpredictable.

"Could it be that I have arrived at the underworld?"

He was taken aback, and even crawled to the candlelight, kowtowed to the ground like garlic.

"Grandpa Wuchang, please spare me, the little old man deserves to die."

"Bold Zhu Ding, you mean the two of us hooked up the wrong fate?"

Bai Wuchang stopped drinking with a sound like a bell, which made Zhu Ding tremble in fright, but still insisted that he should not die.

"Huh? Shouldn't you die?" Hei Wuchang's voice was sharp and thin, and it sounded more creepy than Bai Wuchang's.

Hei Wuchang rushed to Zhu Ding with a "swish", pinched Zhu Ding's chin and lifted it up, staring at Zhu Ding with black eyes.

"You, did you manage your life?"

Zhu Ding tremblingly shook his head: "Li, Li Ming?"

Hei Wuchang was furious, and his sharp nails poked Zhu Ding's chin to bleed, "Say, where are you going to deal with it? Take your own life or place an order for someone else? Who is the masked man? Quickly and honestly recruit! Otherwise, you will be awarded [-] layers of hell."

Zhu Ding was frightened and baffled, and said tongue-tiedly: "I had a fortune-telling in the capital in the early years, and the fortune-teller Zhang Banxian said that I would live to be 98 years old. I also believed this, so I boldly accepted the masked man's order to kill me. My lord, as expected, I was acquitted even by the magistrate of Touxian County, which is enough to show that my life should not be ended. Grandpa Wuchang, your elders must have made a mistake."

"Everyone is in front of your grandpa Wuchang, even if Zhang Banxian says you live to be [-] years old, it won't matter." Hei Wuchang laughed shrilly, and a gust of cool wind blew Zhu Ding's face as cold as ice.

Bai Wuchang rushed towards Zhu Ding with a "hoo", the candlelight shone directly on Zhu Ding's face.

"Aren't you honestly recruiting the masked man? Want to live to 98, right? That's easy to handle. The two of us won't send you to hell to deliver to Lord Hades. We will just push you under the bridge of Naihe to feed the group. Eighteen times."

Zhu Ding burst into tears, but let black and white impermanence take turns to exhaust eighteen martial arts, intimidation, intimidation, and lure, he couldn't tell who the masked man was, and he didn't admit that he or Taichang had taken care of his life .

After tossing until both sides were exhausted, Zhu Ding closed his eyes and said, "You two old men will feed me."

It seemed that he really didn't know who the masked man was.

Black and White Impermanence sat down and took a breath, very bored.

Previously, he lost face in front of his superior because he wronged the murderer. He wanted to find out about the masked man from Zhu Ding in order to save some face, but Zhu Ding was useless.

"Hehehe..."

His Majesty's voice came from far to near, Black and White Wuchang immediately stood up to greet him, but he didn't go in, he just stood outside the door and talked.

"The one who dares to rule the life of an official must not be an ordinary person. How can this old servant see his true face? Rather..."

His Majesty was still wearing a black cloak, he glanced at Black and White Impermanence, and listened attentively, "It's the one who looks stupid, but has a pair of piercing eyes..."

He tightened the cloak, and only said half of it.

"Your Majesty, you mean that idiot knows about the masked man?"

Heiheiwuchang waited for a long time but did not hear an answer. When he went out to look, there was no sign of His Majesty, and he jumped up to the roof to look for it, but there was no trace.

……

The town of Maple Leaf was brightly lit and crowded with people. The county government and Zhu's servants held torches and yelled around to search for Zhu Ding.

As it was getting late, County Magistrate Lu had to stay overnight in the Zhu Mansion temporarily, and return to the Yamen after dawn, while the rest of the people were also not allowed to leave, and were all trapped in the compound.

Originally, they came to Zhu's house for a lively and lively drink in the morning, but they didn't want to see three people die in front of their eyes in one day, and they couldn't go home until midnight.

In the middle of the night, the sighing gradually died down, and everyone was tired and staggered, but they dared not fall asleep.

At night, the stormy waves beat against the shore, and sometimes seabirds screamed. The master Taichang was placed in the main hall, and Qiaoer and Sixi were placed in the corner of the yard. It was more terrifying as the night went on.

County magistrate Lu rubbed his thumbs uneasily, his brows furrowed.

Gu Buquan stood alone in the corner, looking at the corpses of Qiao'er and Sixi, feeling terrified.

Hua Yaoling came over: "I only know that they were not destined to get married before their death, but they were abandoned side by side after death. Is this a gift from you?"

Facing Hua Rattle's questioning, Gu Buquan choked speechlessly.

Obviously, it is possible to hide the truth, so why not make Zhu Ding, whom everyone despises, a scapegoat?Anyway, Zhu Ding already had the intention of killing Master Taichang, so it's not too wronged him.

After a long time, she said in a low voice: "Master often said that gods and ghosts have eyes."

Gods and ghosts have eyes, how can they deceive ghosts and gods if they can deceive people?No matter how much Hua Yaoling hated Gu Buquan, she didn't dare to deceive gods and ghosts, so she could only give Gu Buquan a hard look, and said, "Don't forget that there is another saying, man is what God is watching."

Gu Buquan was silent.

After a long time, a very slight cough sounded, Gu Buquan raised his eyes and saw Ling An standing on the wall.

While the yamen servants were busy searching for Zhu Ding from house to house, Ling An was not idle, but what he was looking for was the strange old man and old woman, but unfortunately he was busy half the night, but still found nothing.

"Stupid, come down." Hua Yaoling waved towards Ling An, but Ling An turned a blind eye to it, but just smiled innocently at Gu Buquan.

Flower rattles are called a hate!

"Silly……"

Gu Buquan was about to greet Ling An, but was interrupted by Hua rattles the bell.

"Hey, coffin girl, where are your two strange relatives?"

The sound of the flower rattles was originally crisp, but it was even more abrupt in the silent night and the current situation, and successfully locked everyone's attention on Gu Bushen.

Gu Buquan was a little displeased, she hadn't identified the so-called relatives yet.

"Not completely without father and mother. For 18 years, I depended on Master for life. Now that Master has passed away for half a year, I manage the coffin shop by myself. Where do I get any relatives?"

"That's weird. There are many people here, rich and powerful, but those two old bastards don't recognize anyone else, but they only recognize you, a coffin seller, as a relative? Could it be that they plan to die and touch your two coffins?" Is it cheap?"

Seeing that Hua rattle had attracted everyone's attention, she trembled again, raised her chin and asked Gu Buquan back, as if she would not give up on Gu Buquan.

Everyone burst into laughter when they heard the words, but there was some excitement in the dead courtyard.

"First, Zhu Ding insisted that it was the county magistrate who killed Master Taichang, and then two old dry firewood appeared out of nowhere to identify Zhu Ding. Finally, he tricked Sixi into taking the blame. Now three lives a day, your coffin is not You can't sell it? Are you standing in front of the dead body now, are you thinking about how many coffins you can sell?"

There was a lot of discussion among the people, recently there were always rumors of a life extension, and A Huan in Zhang Dashan's arms was even more dubious, but whether it was true or not, there were indeed fewer people buying coffins for backup these days.

If all this was just for selling coffins, that would be too outrageous, hateful, and even more terrifying. Any of them might be the buyer of the coffin shop.

So, who is going to sell the next coffin to?

(End of this chapter)