Chapter 902 The Colorful Coffin (25)

When I heard this, I looked at the old man incredibly. I remember Joyce's mother Qiao Xiuer said this. Could it be...?

This thought flashed through my breathing and my breathing became a little quicker, and I immediately said, "You always..."

As I said that, I stared at him vigilantly, tightened my fists, and had only one idea in my mind. As long as he said yes, I would immediately fight back. After all, everything I had in Fuxian Lake was vivid in my mind.

The old man seemed to see through my plan, smiled and explained: "You misunderstood. I have nothing to do with the White Lotus Sect, but have some connection with Qiao Xiu'er. The lotus in my hand was given to me by Qiao Xiu'er."

I was stunned. Qiao Xiu'er gave it to me. I asked him, "What are you always planning for me to do?"

"It's the same thing as before. I hope you have forgotten about Fuxian Lake and don't mention it to anyone. Even Mr. Jiang and others should not mention it."

As he said that, he paused and continued, "I have the conversation with you. Don't let outsiders know that I can only tell you that I have no intention of harming others to you, and some people have no intention of harming others to you."

I thought about it and I met this old man by chance. When I was fighting for funeral with the young boss and the others, the old man was more or less a little biased towards me. Later, the old man said something about respecting the deceased. Such a person should not be a bad person!

Thinking of this, I nodded and said, "I can promise you, but..., you have to tell me what you meant just now."

He smiled, stopped talking, pointed to the sky, shook his head, finally sighed, stood up, and saw that he was planning to leave.

I was a little anxious and asked again, "You just said that some people don't have any harm to me, I wonder who some people mean?"

He didn't say anything, but rose up and gradually disappeared into the vast night.

After about ten minutes of touching and walking, I found that the shop door was closed. Could it be that Lang Gao had already gone to Shanghe Village?

At that moment, I took out my cell phone and called Lang Gao. Lang Gao said that they rented a car under the town archway and were under the archway at this time.

"not good!"

"Nothing is absolute, and true is false, and false is true. Who can see clearly! When people live, just let it go. If you think too much, you will be tired!"

As soon as I arrived at the door, I didn't know what was going on. I felt a vague feeling of uneasiness in my heart. This feeling was very strange, as if something had been lost.

Looking at the old man's back, I felt inexplicably. What did he mean? How could he speak for Qiao Xiu'er? And from what he meant, Qiao Xiu'er seemed to be a good person, it was impossible! Qiao Xiu'er was really interested in killing me?

Since then, the question has come, what is the relationship between the old man and Qiao Xiuer? Could it be...

After thinking for several minutes, I rubbed my face. The most important thing now is Song Guangliang’s funeral. Don’t think about other things for now. It is the kingly way to finish this funeral well. What’s more important is that You Shusong has the existence of this funeral, so you must be very energetic and kill You Shusong without offending the deceased.

Drafting the uncle.

After saying that, the old man walked out of the pavilion. I wanted to follow him. The old man stopped at me and said, "Xiao Jiu! Keep your heart, don't believe in your eyes, believe in your heart, especially this funeral, don't be blinded by your eyes!"

I cursed and kicked the door. I was disappointed that the wooden door was made of very strong and could not be kicked open!

I kicked seven or eight times in a row, but the door was not opened, but the position of the door frame was a little loose. I guess there was only one way to open this door, which was to chop it with an axe.

On the way, I suddenly remembered that this funeral was a bit strange, so I wanted to go home to get the Fire Dragon Pure Yang Sword. I remember Han Jingui said that the Fire Dragon Pure Yang Sword can play a role when encountering strange things and carry them with you just in case.

Madd, is the home stolen?

"Impossible!" I blurted out. If he said something like Fu Guohua, I believe it, but I don't believe this Qiao Xiu'er. When he was in Fuxian Lake, the old woman almost killed me. When he was locked down under the altar, I could clearly feel that Qiao Xiu'er was tempted to kill.

Only a "bang" sound was heard, and a wooden door was immediately divided into two halves.

The Lang Gao nodded and said, "Don't worry, as long as I am here, You Shusong will never be able to move his hands."

When I thought of theft, I had only one idea in my mind, the Fire Dragon Pure Yang Sword was stolen.

So I called Lang Gao and asked them to go to Shanghe Village first. I went to my house to get something, and asked him to keep an eye on You Shusong in Shanghe Village, so that you should not let You Shusong loosen your hands and feet.

"Why?" I asked.

At this point, I walked towards a shop in the town. The shop specialized in funeral supplies. I stayed here for half a year and had been to that shop several times, and Lang Gao and the others should be there too.

Without thinking, I immediately walked towards the archway.

My home is a bit far from the town, about seven or eight miles away. The motorcycle drove for twenty minutes before arriving. I hurriedly paid the fare and walked straight to the house.

Hearing this, I felt relieved. I still trust Lang Gao's character, so I rented a motorcycle in the town and went straight back to my home in Hubei.

Without any hesitation, I ran towards the position of the Fire Dragon Chunyang Sword. When I looked up, I saw that the Fire Dragon Chunyang Sword was intact. This made me pat my chest/mouth with lingering fear, but fortunately it was not stolen.

I was a little anxious and pushed the key into it. It was the same as before and couldn't be inserted at all. If I guessed correctly, the keyhole should have been stuffed.

This thought flashed through me and I shook my head desperately. It was impossible. Their age difference was so big, how could it be that kind of relationship?

For a moment, many thoughts flashed through my mind, and I denied them one by one, and I felt that my mind was too messy.

He looked up at me and slowly uttered three words, "Qiao Xiu'er!"

Mad, that's not!

I cursed inwardly, glanced at the door, and found that the door seemed to have been opened by someone. I took out the key and was about to open it. Strangely, the key was only one-third of the time, but I couldn't even insert it, as if it was blocked by something.

Thinking of this, I didn't care about anything else. I immediately went to the next door to borrow an axe. Without thinking, I slashed it down on the wooden door.

Then, I checked the things at home again, and strangely, nothing was lost. What's going on?

Didn't there be any thief at home?

No, I remember when I went out, I locked the door with a key. At that time, the key could be inserted into the lock, but now the lock was blocked by something. If I had no one at home, I wouldn't believe it.

After this thought flashed through, I rummaged around at home for a while, just like before, without losing anything. Finally, I fixed my eyes on the Fire Dragon Chunyang Sword and pulled out the sword. I was stunned. Ma/Bi. This is not the Fire Dragon Chunyang Sword, but a very ordinary peach wood sword.

The grass and the sword were stolen.
Chapter completed!