Seeing this, Nangong Haotian couldn't help but feel moved in his heart, and shouted loudly: "Fuck, you all stop!"
With this loud shout, Nangong Haotian flew sideways, stretched out his arm and grabbed the wrist of the person who rushed out of the door first. The person stopped immediately in pain.
When the other flowers saw this situation, they all stopped their fleeing figures. Some were holding dog-beating sticks in their hands, while others picked up two bricks on the ground. They all gritted their teeth and looked at Nangong Haotian with resentful expressions.
Surrounded, it seems that Nangong Haotian is going to fight to the death.
Nangong Haotian smiled coldly, without even looking at the beggars surrounding him. Looking at the man he had captured, his starry eyes glared coldly, and asked angrily: "Three men parked here?"
Where are the coffins? Tell me quickly, why are all the coffins missing?"
Just as he finished speaking, not far behind Nangong Haotian, a surprised voice suddenly sounded, asking urgently: "Are you Master Nangong from Yulin River City?"
When Nangong Haotian heard this, he was stunned. He turned around in surprise and found that the person who was looking at him and talking turned out to be a young beggar about eighteen or nineteen years old.
Nangong Haotian thought about it carefully and felt that this might just be a misunderstanding. He hurriedly let go of the beggar in his hand and asked in surprise: "How do you know me?"
After the young Hanako heard this, he smiled slightly, hurriedly clasped his fists and said, "Young one, I grew up in Zhizhuang Nanguan, so I naturally recognize Master Nangong."
Nangong Haotian nodded, this is indeed true, "Then do you know why my father's coffin is missing? There are also those of Master Zhang and old Xu Fu. They won't be eaten by rats, right?"
Young Huazi looked at Nangong Haotian and did not answer. Instead, he asked in surprise: "Hasn't his mother's coffin been transported back to Yulin River for burial long ago?"
As he spoke, the little beggar frowned, seeming a little puzzled.
Nangong Haotian asked anxiously: "Nima, who did you listen to?"
"Brothers present, we all saw with our own eyes the crowds of carriages and horses that came to wake up that day..." Young Hanako smiled slightly and raised his hand to point at the young Hanako who were surrounded by different expressions.
The other young Hanakos nodded one after another, "Yes, we all saw it, and there are more than a dozen old monks." After speaking, they looked at each other to show that they were right.
Nangong Haotian looked happy when he heard this, "Is my mother here too?"
Young Hanako replied in confusion: "At that time, I remember that all the people who came were strong men in gray clothes. Auntie Li's family didn't seem to follow." As he said this, he looked at the beggars around him, and all the beggars nodded in agreement.
When Nangong Haotian heard that the young beggar mentioned the strong man in gray, his heart was shocked, and his expression suddenly changed, "When did this happen?"
The young Hanako glanced at the other Hanakos, and then replied hesitantly: "It's been about three or four months!"
When Nangong Haotian heard this, he was immediately furious. He was sure that the move of the coffins of Nangong Shuangjie, Old Xu Fu and others was another conspiracy of the ugly demon Dragon Slayer King to further control himself.
It was precisely because of this spirit transfer incident that Nangong Haotian was forced to make up his mind to use the power of the Demon Dragon Slayer King to put the Demon Dragon Slayer King to death.
Nangong Haotian is not an ungrateful person. He was very grateful to the Demon Dragon Slayer King for saving him. Even though the Demon Dragon Slayer King had deceived him many times before and even used him, he had no intention of killing him.
But now, his behavior has touched Nangong Haotian's bottom line, and he has lost all goodwill towards the Demon Dragon Slayer King.
At this time, Nangong Haotian calculated the time slightly. Yunli Wuying was killed, and the coffin of his father Nangong Shuangjie was moved. Everything was a trick of the Demon Dragon Slayer King.
He knew that even if he asked these young beggars about the whereabouts of his father Nangong Shuangjie's coffin, it would be inaccurate, and it might even be an illusion. These beggars were just people used to tell him this.
It was just used by the Demon Dragon Slayer King.
Nangong Haotian still hadn't forgotten the death of old Xu Fu. After a long time, his eyes flashed, "Excuse me, does anyone know how my old Xu Fu was killed?" Nangong Haotian asked in a deep voice.
This time, it was still the young man who spoke first, Hanako, who replied: "All the brothers present know that the body of the old housekeeper was the one we all bought to bury in the coffin."
Nangong Haotian was very grateful and handed over to a group of young Huazi, "I admire you very much for your enthusiasm for justice. Old Xu Fuquan knows that I will definitely also thank you for your great virtue and kindness in collecting the corpses..."
Before Nangong Haotian finished speaking, another dark-faced young man, Hua Zi, smiled and said: "This is nothing. Anyway, he still has more than a dozen taels of silver in his waist."
Nangong Haotian felt a move in his heart when he heard this, and the confusion in his heart became even heavier, "Which boss can explain the situation in more detail?"
The young man who just spoke, Hua Zi, listened to Nangong Haotian's request and said with a smile: "This ruined ancestral hall was originally a place where our brothers came here to share the spoils, gamble and sleep in without telling the master..."
When the other young beggars heard what the young beggar said, their expressions suddenly changed and they stopped him: "Little Heizi, don't talk nonsense."
When the young boy Hanako, who was called Xiao Heizi, heard this, his face couldn't help but change, and he closed his mouth and stopped talking.
Nangong Haotian couldn't help but smile, "These beggars turned out to be like this, but they are far better than the beggars of the 25th century. In comparison, these people are very rich!"
After looking around, Nangong Haotian invited everyone to sit down, took out a few taels of silver and handed it to one of the beggars, "Boss, please help us buy some food and wine, and let me and the bosses have a drink together."
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The beggar weighed the money in his hand, as if it was five or six taels, and immediately burst into laughter and replied: "Don't worry, young master, I will definitely be back soon!"
With that said, the beggar was about to leave to buy wine and food. At this time, the beggar who spoke first suddenly said: "Second fool, you go with fourth son. Remember, go early and come back early. Be careful not to be discovered!"
After saying that, the beggar who spoke first looked at the second fool next to him. Everyone knew the look in his eyes. If the fourth beggar went to buy food and wine alone, he would probably only be able to buy a bowl of peanuts for five taels of silver, and there would still be nothing left.
The kind that takes a few pills.
Nangong Haotian didn't say anything, quietly waiting for the beggars to assign tasks, and at the same time, he was thinking about something in his heart.
"Who are the masters of these beggars?" After thinking for a long time, he still couldn't figure out the reason, so he couldn't help but smile bitterly.