"Poor old Zhou... you have worked hard all your life, but in the end you were crushed by your vicious ex-wife." As he spoke, Manager Yang actually started sobbing. He wiped his tears and pointed at Zhou.

Grandpa's ex-wife added: "I think you are a cruel old Zhou. You think that even if he dies, you will crush him into ashes. It's so vicious! It's just pity that old Zhou ended up like this after his death."

..." After saying that, he started crying again.

The general manager can be said to be cunning and cunning, and he uses both soft and hard tactics. This has left Secretary Qian speechless. At this time, it seems a little inappropriate to mention anything like document regulations...

"Uncle Yang, if we don't bury him, it will be three days after noon, which is unlucky..." This man was standing next to Secretary Qian holding a briefcase, like Secretary Qian's secretary.

Secretary Qian glanced at the young man carrying the briefcase, hesitated for a moment, and suddenly said: "Yes, yes, yes! Xiao Sun is right, the dead are the most important, the dead are the most important... Let's bury him as soon as possible!"

"It's okay to bury her, but in what way?" The chief manager looked at Grandpa Zhou's ex-wife, and his questioning tone was even more threatening.

After talking in a circle, he came back again and was frozen here again...

It was almost noon, and it would be unlucky if the body was not buried. The people who were most worried were his son and daughter.

Although the two grew up in the United States, if this kind of thing happened to them, many people would choose to "rather believe it than believe it doesn't happen."

Especially those who are very rich are even more concerned about these Feng Shui matters.

Grandpa Zhou's son said anxiously: "I will double the money! Give it all to me!" After saying that, he took the lead and walked towards the coffin.

The people in the village were definitely not willing to do so. Several strong men had already stood in a row, blocking the coffin.

Seeing this, Grandpa Zhou's son directly ordered someone to pick up the "guy thing" and started to fight with real swords and guns. Suddenly someone in the crowd shouted: "It's past noon! It's past noon!"

Hearing someone shouting this, Uncle Zhou, the son of Grandpa Zhou, was so angry that he raised his wrist and looked at his watch, his expression extremely ugly.

The chief manager saw through his thoughts at a glance, as if he had found a breakthrough, and said along the way: "Didn't you drink foreign ink? It seems that you are also interested in feng shui. In this case, it is even more impossible to be cremated! Besides, even if you are cremated now,

I'm afraid it will be a good time if we bury it again."

In fact, there are still dozens of minutes to go until noon. This is because people watching the theater outside the theater are not afraid of causing trouble, so they shouted twice casually, hoping to make the noise more violent...

"Stop yelling and go and do what you have to do!" Secretary Qian said from the side, but the people watching the theater in and outside the courtyard only took two steps back at most, and no one was willing to leave.

Secretary Qian naturally understands that these old and rough bankers are much more difficult to manage than those scholars, so he is just pretending. After all, the head of a county is in such an embarrassment here, so he has to say something to save some face, right? Otherwise, how will he be able to manage his subordinates in the future?

"Boom...boom..." At this time, there was a sound from the crowd.

"What's the sound?" The chief manager used his crutch to push away the crowd and looked towards the source of the sound. The sound was coming from the coffin!

Dazhao and I took the opportunity to squeeze into the yard. Grandpa Zhou’s yard is very big, and there is an old locust tree in the center of the yard. According to Feng Shui, this locust tree is planted here to attract ghosts, but it is Mr. Zhou’s.

It was a good place for me to escape the heat and enjoy the coolness in summer, so I have kept it there until now.

Look at the chief manager, Grandpa Zhou's ex-wife, and everyone else, all focusing on the coffin placed in the "main room".

"Why is there a sound in the coffin? Is Uncle Zhou alive again?" said the man standing behind the chief steward, who looked like his son.

"Fart, I have been dead for three days. If I can still live, I will die now!" After speaking, Manager Yang pointed to a few people behind him and said, "You guys come here and open the coffin."

"It would be more appropriate for his son to do this..." Others were too taboo and did not dare to say it openly, so they could only find an excuse to shirk it.

"What the hell are you afraid of in broad daylight?" But Manager Yang was just talking angrily, and then turned to Grandpa Zhou's son and said, "Son of the Zhou family, since you want to make the decision so much, then you should do this."

At this time, the sound in the coffin stopped again, and the chief steward said: "If you don't dare, then step aside."

Grandpa Zhou's son knew what General Manager Yang meant. He called the two people over and wanted to open it, but was stopped by the General Manager and said: "As his son, you never fulfilled your filial piety during your lifetime. Let me open this coffin."

You have to reach out, too."

"Don't push yourself too far!" Grandpa Zhou's ex-wife said.

Grandpa Zhou's son must be a capable person with such a big business. He said a few words to his mother to reassure her, and then he and the other three people, each with a corner, pushed hard, and with a bang, the coffin lid was halfway opened.

He continued: "It's all open!"

As soon as Grandpa Zhou's son finished speaking, the other two people threw the coffin on the ground with a sound of "Ah", and the lid of the coffin hit the ground.

The coffin lid was too heavy. The people on this side let go, and Grandpa Zhou's son couldn't lift it, so the coffin lid completely slipped off the coffin.

Grandpa Zhou's son angrily yelled: "You two have useless things? You think the money is too little, but you still want to embarrass me!"

"Boss, see for yourself..." The two men who had just thrown down the coffin lid hid aside and pointed into the coffin.

"If flowers don't grow inside, I won't be able to spare you two!" After saying this, Grandpa Zhou's son looked into the coffin, his face suddenly turned pale, and he staggered back a few steps. Fortunately, his men supported him.

"Why is this thing growing inside? What's going on?" Grandpa Zhou's son turned his head to get an answer from his mother, but her mother also had a pale face and looked a little scared.

Da Anchor, like other people watching the fun, also guessed what was inside, and kept asking me, I was very sad when Grandpa Zhou passed away, and he was so blind to right and wrong, "I don't have any perspective."

Eyes, how do you know what’s inside!”

"What a sin! What a sin... It seems that Brother Zhou is resentful and doesn't want to leave~" Manager Yang patted his thigh, bursting into tears, and moved the heaven and the earth...

"This old man is good at pretending. He wants to be a good old man, but he is also afraid of offending his superiors. If he had said a few words for Uncle Yang back then, Uncle Yang wouldn't have..." Da Anchor said harshly.

What the anchor said was indeed true. I didn't interrupt him. Besides, this was not a special occasion.

"Sit up! Sit up!" Manager Yang's son pointed at the coffin in horror and said.

Grandpa Zhou seems to have really started to do it. I can see half of his head from my side, and he seems to be leaning on the coffin.

on the board.

Others had never seen such a scene before, and they all thought it was a fake corpse. Some people even shouted in the chaos: "Who can subdue demons and eliminate demons?"

Manager Yang also said anxiously: "If anyone knows the master, please come over quickly..."

At this moment, Grandpa Zhou suddenly jumped up from the coffin and suddenly grabbed Manager Yang's neck! Looking closely, there were several black lotus flowers growing on Grandpa Zhou's body. The lotus flowers were as black as coke.

"Fuckin' flowers are really growing..." Big Anchor said.

Manager Yang was directing the "battle" with his back to the coffin, but he didn't know that he was pinched from behind by Grandpa Zhou who was pretending to be a corpse...

Manager Yang was not stupid. He could figure out who pinched him with his toes. His old and weak bones were so frightened by this pinch that he could no longer hold his crutches. His twisted expression was beyond words.

As he spoke, the hair at the corner of his mouth kept moving up and down with his trembling mouth, and soon white foam formed and stuck to the side of his mouth, making a "ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" sound.

Although there were no less than a hundred people watching the fun, the upright corpse stood in front of me. The shock and fear were indescribable, and the level of fear varied from person to person. No, everyone next to me felt a little wet in their crotches.

Already...

People are like this, even if they worship a god every day, if they suddenly appear in front of them one day, they will be startled, let alone a living corpse?

"Which evildoer is causing trouble again?"

"Great Immortal, come and save me..." Manager Yang struggled to squeeze out a few words from his mouth.

Why do you call this man Great Immortal? Because this man was wearing a Taoist robe, and he spoke in one sentence after another. He didn't seem to be afraid when he saw Grandpa Zhou's body. He casually took out a mahogany sword from behind and gestured in the air.

Recite the mantra silently and recite it eloquently.

"Great Immortal, Great Immortal, please save my father..." Several anxious middle-aged men approached the Taoist priest and begged.

"I was traveling here today and saw that the surrounding area was shrouded in gloom, so I came here to slay the demons for you!" The Taoist stopped waving the sword in his hand and started talking... He also wanted to forget to save talents.

is first.

"This Taoist priest wants to show off, he can't show off after rescuing people first?" Big Anchor couldn't stand it anymore.

Although the Taoist priest preached a long list of great principles, he didn't seem to be eager to save people. Instead, he blatantly asked for tips and said that he needed this thing to travel around the world...

"Lao Fan, why don't we take action yet?" Dawhao asked me.

"What's going on? It would be great to watch a show here," I said.

"But that's Grandpa Zhou up there. Can you bear to see Grandpa Zhou die without peace?" said the anchor.

"Grandpa Zhou didn't suffer, let him play for a while." As soon as I finished speaking, the Taoist priest seemed to have benefited, and then he picked up the wooden sword and stabbed Grandpa Zhou.

The wooden sword was thrust straight into Grandpa Zhou's forehead. I don't know if it was the Taoist priest's carelessness or his limited skill as a newcomer, but the peach wood sword actually broke! I almost didn't laugh out loud, and the terrifying atmosphere was suddenly brought out of joy by the Taoist priest...

…

But this Taoist priest seems to have some skills, otherwise how could he dare to spit out such a big "bum" in front of so many people?
Chapter completed!