Chapter 1945 The Eight Immortals Gathering (27)

Zhuge Qingming over there seemed to hear me, turned his head, looked at me, smiled at me, and didn't say anything.

I replied with a smile.

But then again, I really can't understand Zhuge Qingming's behavior.

Why did he ask to follow me?

Why did he attack the Zhuge family?

Is it just because they killed someone?

If it was because of this, he could have handed these people over to the police!

Wait, unless he has a personal reason.

If you want to talk about personal reasons, I'm afraid there is only one, that is, killing the chicken to scare the monkey.

He planned to give them a bloody lesson in front of all the coffin-carrying makers in the Zhuge family.

When I thought of this, I stared at Zhuge Qingming tightly.

At this time, Zhuge Qingming stared at the group of coffin holders without saying a word.

They live in a humble manner, but they do not lack the passion of men, nor do they lack the responsibility.

"Honor, we were wrong."

"Honor, we were wrong."

As a qualified coffin carryr, hanging dragon ropes around the waist is a necessary condition.

Coffin carryr!

Coffin carryr!

This is the coffin carryer.

Without thinking, I whispered: "Yes, I even feel that the coffincarnator will walk up by himself and ask Zhuge Qingming to kill him."

"Chen Jiu, do you not understand human nature?" Wang Muyang smiled and said, "I don't think they can. People only have one life in their lives. No one does not cherish their lives. I think the coffincarver is now I was frightened by the formation in front of me, and I might run away in the next second."

"Brothers, I'm not worthy of your crying. If you can see you help me with a dragon rope, I, Zhuge Yun, will be worth it in this life." Zhuge Yun laughed loudly.

Hanging the dragon rope around the waist is a habit for us to carry coffin, in order to worry about encountering a dead person who suddenly died on the way.

Just as I looked at them for a while, a coffin carry maker found a pair of scissors, cut out a meter of the dragon rope in his hand, and handed the scissors to another coffin carry maker. Another coffincarver took the scissors and cut the dragon rope in his hand for a meter.

"What does it mean?" Wang Muyang looked at me with a puzzled look.

Wang Muyang didn't say anything, but his eyes kept staring at the coffin-carrying maker.

For a moment, the dozen coffin holders also knelt down, leaning on their hands, and their foreheads pressed against the ground.

I can see that these coffin-carrying makers seem to be from the Zhuge family. However, they are divided into two factions. The coffin-carrying maker who stands firmly behind Zhuge Qing touches about twenty people.

I looked calm, "I don't know what you coffin holders in the north look like, but our coffin holders in the south definitely put professional ethics first, even if there are so many flies. But, I still believe they are all Good people are all inheritors of Chinese traditional culture.”

In this way, the scissors turned over in the hands of more than a dozen coffin holders, and there were more than a dozen one-meter-long dragon ropes on the ground.

I shook my head and said in a low voice: "It's not that I don't understand human nature, but that you don't understand us coffin holders."

In less than three minutes, a long dragon rope appeared in their hands. At this time, the coffin holders were crying and their tears were already tearful.

Suddenly, I felt a little uncomfortable.

If you guess correctly, these coffin-carrying masters are likely to be the core of the Zhuge family.

However, in today's society, if the dragon rope is really hanging around the waist, it is probably considered a lunatic as soon as they go out.

Smiling, his eyes began to become wet, and he knelt down suddenly at Zhuge Qingming, his hands were lying on the ground, his forehead was close to the ground, "Head of the family, Zhuge Yun, I was wrong, I am Zhuge Tian and Zhuge Chang killed me

, has nothing to do with your brothers, I, Zhuge Yun, are willing to die."

At the end of the day, I was a little loud.

Hanging the dragon rope around the waist?

Seeing this action, I muttered.

Once you encounter such a dead person, the function of the dragon rope will come out. You can use the dragon rope to tie the dead person to your back and carry the dead person back.

At that moment, I quickly looked at the man and found that not only did he take out the dragon rope, but the coffin carryrs all took out the dragon rope one by one. The coffin carryrs who followed Zhuge Qing seemed to be interested.

Move, but finally stood behind Zhuge Qing and remained motionless.

"Okay!" A coffin-carrying maker next to him responded and said, "Don't worry, from now on, your son will be my son."

But the coffin holders picked up the dragon rope on the ground and began to tie knots.

Without thinking, I said, "They are proving that they are the real coffin holders through their own actions."

But this man actually respects this custom.

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Before I could speak, the elder spoke, and he said, "This is the rule of our coffin carryrs in the south. Generally, if a coffin carryr is about to die, we will cut a meter from our own dragon ropes and then tie these dragon ropes together.

, tied a long dragon rope to the coffin holder to show respect for his peers."

"Head of the family, we are also wrong. We shouldn't believe Zhuge Qing's words, nor should we not be unable to resist the temptation of money."

The other faction is the coffin-carrying maker who Zhuge Qingming was going to kill. When they heard that Zhuge Qingming was going to kill someone, they ran around with their heads in their arms.

And the coffin carryrs were the same as before. They looked at me and I didn't say anything. As for the coffin carryrs named by Zhuge Qingming, they sat on the ground with a look of pain.

"Chen Jiu, do you think those coffin holders tied up that person and gave it to Zhuge Qingming?" Wang Muyang asked me.

"Chen Jiu, what are they doing?" Wang Muyang asked me.

Seeing this, a string in my heart seemed to be touched and stared at them tightly.

"What does it mean?" Wang Muyang asked again.

Zhuge Qingming seemed to hear my voice and looked at me, and the coffin holder who was lying on the ground also heard my voice. I don’t know if he was thinking about something or what happened.

He suddenly stood up and looked at the coffin holder beside him, "Please take good care of my family and tell my son that his father is not a good person, so don't imitate me."

Even when Zhuge Qingming was about to kill someone, they still stood behind Zhuge Qing without moving at all.

"We coffin carryrs say nothing and never break their promises." Another coffin carryr roared, took out a dragon rope from behind, and tied it to the coffin carryr.

"Master of the family! I just want to die." Zhuge Yun shouted again, "Please don't drive your brothers out of Zhuge's family."

"Head of the family, we can die, but the inheritance of the Zhuge family cannot be cut off!"

"Honor, we can all die. Please don't cut off the Zhuge family's inheritance."

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Chapter completed!