The second uncle suddenly revealed his murderous aura, and the temperature in the whole yard seemed to have dropped a bit. Lin Sanshui, who was still happily discussing business with me, was suddenly snatched away by the second uncle and threw the black bag outside the door. His hand was still holding
The holding position made him look depressed and entangled, and his face turned the color of pig liver in an instant.
Why bother? I feel this is a mutually beneficial and win-win thing. Lin Sanshui ran out of the door and picked up the bag. He didn’t care about the dust on the bag and held the money tightly in his arms. I suddenly felt that Lin Sanshui now
It's very pitiful. He is no longer the domineering Lin Sanshui who asked the villagers to dig graves when everyone refused, so he could just pay a person fifty yuan.
Money can make people live confidently, but it can also make people lose their dignity.
The people in the yard were Lin Sanshui's in-laws, son-in-law, early adopter, and daughter. But at this time, no one said a word to Lin Sanshui.
Second uncle, if you have something to say, don't be like this. I stood up to smooth things over at this time. Firstly, I felt that this deal could be done. Secondly, I felt that Lin Sanshui was at least my father-in-law, and I also had feelings for this person.
, it has never been bad.
But my second uncle just glared at me, which made me dare not speak. There was murderous intent in his eyes.
I immediately lowered my head, but I was wondering in my heart, when Fatty was beaten like that, I didn't see you doing this. How come you are so timid when you meet a master, but you are so powerful when you meet us?
Under such circumstances, Lin Sanshui, since he still didn't leave, just stood at the door and said, "If you have something to say, this can really be done. That red coffin is not a good thing for the village. Why can't you think about it?"
The father walked out at this time, and he was not angry. He just said calmly: Sanshui, do you still know your last name? If you don't have a good life outside, just come back. The folks won't say anything to you. As for you bringing outsiders here?
Yutang, listen to me, first of all, if someone bought this red coffin in the past, let alone buying it, we would give it away with money, but no one wants it. You have such ideological problems, how can you be so good now?
As soon as someone wants it, it's a good thing, so he won't sell it. Lin Sanshui argued, "I have to say, at least in my heart, I still admit that Lin Sanshui's words do have their own truth."
Sanshui, let me ask you, where was the red coffin dug? My dad looked at Lin Sanshui and asked.
In the ancestral graveyard, no, under the coffin of the youngest uncle. Lin Sanshui said.
It doesn't matter if it's under my father's grave. You still remember it's the ancestral graveyard. Let me ask you, do you know who the owner of this red coffin is? My father continued to ask.
Yutang, what you said, can I know this? Lin Sanshui said.
Since you don’t know, and it was dug out in the ancestral graveyard, how can you be sure that it is not the ancestor of my Lin family? If you bring outsiders to find the coffin of my ancestor of the Lin family, it is worthy of the ancestors who asked hundreds of ghosts to come up to help us. If he is
The ancestor of the Lin family, even if it is a fierce ghost, we can burn it and destroy it. That is the business of my Lin family. I said you don't remember your surname Lin. Are you unjust and your father is pressing on you every step of the way? I listen to you.
I felt a bit chilly all the time.
After hearing this sentence, Lin Sanshui had a weird expression on his face. An ancestor once said that written language is actually another gun, a silent artillery fire. This time I have experienced it. My father's words
What he said was so sinister that he immediately branded Lin Sanshui as disloyal, unfilial, unkind and unjust.
Lin Sanshui stood there for a long time without saying anything about it. Finally he said: But in this era, who can still have trouble with money?
After hearing this, my father turned to me and said: Xiaofan, your father gave you tens of thousands of dollars yesterday. Go and give it to him. Our old Lin family cannot do anything like betraying our ancestors. Even if he is a wicked person,
Our ancestors of the Lin family.
Bie Yutang, you are not like this. Okay, I won’t talk about this for now. If I leave, you can think about it later. When Lin Sanshui heard this, if I really took the tens of thousands of dollars and gave it to him now, really
It was considered a severance of friendship. Before I could return to the house, he left in a hurry.
His arrival completely ruined our mood. The fat man shouted: Fatty, I'm right. There are not many bronze Xia Shang tombs in Mangshan, Luoyang. In the past, this place was the core of the entire northern sect, and the Luoyang Black Scorpion was also there.
The business of pouring Dou'er is well-known, but I just wonder, why the hell do they want this red coffin? They can't see that it has anything special besides being full of resentment.
After saying that, our eyes immediately caught sight of the second uncle. His anger when he heard that he wanted to buy a red coffin showed his attitude, that is, it cannot be sold, but why can't it be sold? What is in it?
Only my second uncle knows about this thing.
Regarding this red coffin that I had almost forgotten, because Lin Sanshui and this group of people returned to the village, it suddenly came back to my sight. In the past, my attitude towards the red coffin was that I didn’t know what was in it.
I'm curious, as long as it doesn't do evil, but this time, my curiosity was completely aroused. What on earth is this thing that is worthy of the Luoyang Black Scorpion that the fat man calls such a big fight?
The group of people with black glasses were fully prepared before they came. Not only did they find Lin Sanshui to be their high-profile loser, they even bribed the relationship to let Jiuliang return to the bureau. You know, Jiuliang
His status is very transcendent. He can be regarded as a devolved princeling, but he even counts nine liang. How much energy does this cost?
But the second uncle obviously didn't want to answer any of our questions. When he saw Fatty and I looking at him, he simply went back to the room.
What a strange person, are all Onmyojis like this fat man with a weird temper? He said in a voice that only I could hear.
I almost scolded me. Damn it. Fatty’s words also scolded me too.
Lin Sanshui has not been back since he returned, and the few black scorpions who first returned to the village have been particularly quiet these days. They probably did not expect that there would be Fatty and Lin Erdan in this remote Linjiazhuang.
Such a master's arrogance has been knocked down a lot.
As for me, I was assigned by the fat man to secretly keep an eye on the movements of these black glasses, and the reward was the recipe for tortoise soup.
These black glasses, they are like a tourist group, just wandering around the village. I also wander around the village intentionally or unintentionally. Of course, I am not Lin Erdan, so I try to control the distance between me and them, otherwise
I doubt I'll be beaten to death without knowing it.
When they were wandering around, they would collect soil from the ground. Some people would even pinch some soil on the ground and take it out to smell and taste it. The most amazing thing was that I saw them take out steel pipes one by one to form a
shovel into the ground, I told the fat man this, and he shouted: It seems that these bastards are determined to dig a grave in Linjiazhuang. They are exploring Feng Shui geography, which is also known as "hunting for dragons" as the saying goes.
Dianxun, we are looking for that red coffin.
They are tomb robbers. I wonder if you can find Jiuliang and catch them all.
No, you don’t understand. In today’s world, people are not as old as they used to be. I guess even if Jiuliang’s dad moves out, he may not be able to deter these people. The Black Scorpions in Luoyang are notorious for their attacks.
They are ruthless, and they are doing great business, but no one can do anything to them. There are many people in the mixed black family, and on the white road, they also have hands and eyes. The fat man said.
Damn it, a person with such a big mouth can't do any business. He has to do the job of giving birth to a child without an asshole. I wondered.
You know what the heck, there is no business in the world that is more worry-free and labor-saving than dumping buckets, and can make a huge profit at no cost. The fat man said, after saying that, he frowned and asked me: Where will your second uncle bury the coffin?
These people are specialized in the arts and may not be able to escape their search.
Who knows, I said.
After saying this, I couldn't help but wonder, when my second uncle ordered everyone not to follow him and buried the coffin alone, did he just calculate that someone would come looking for him at this time, so he buried it deliberately?
In a top secret place.
Just this red coffin gave me the smell of conspiracy and calculation.
I couldn't help but worry that my uncle had hidden the coffin that looked extremely valuable. If it was found, it would be a waste of time and money.
But at present, it seems that my worries are unnecessary, because on the second day, a group of people crowded at the door of my house in an instant.
The villagers who followed behind to watch the fun were locked out of the gate by the man in black glasses.
The black glasses that day were not wearing sunglasses today, and the wounds on his face had scabbed over. Only then did I realize that the man who had taken off his glasses actually had a baby face and was very handsome. The wounds on his face could not stop him at all.
His handsome face made the buddies a little jealous.
I originally wanted to persuade my second uncle to sell it, but now I won’t sell it to death. Why did you, a little brat, look more handsome than me?
After a group of people entered my house, they all stood quietly at the door. Only this handsome man with black glasses moved a pony stool and sat on it, still looking around at my house.
Damn it, he thinks that the second uncle will hide the red coffin in my house
My family all came out in an instant. When the fat man saw the black glasses, he was extremely jealous. He shouted directly outside the yard: Who is going to water Lin Erdan? Come here, Fatty, I will give him a hundred yuan.
Liu Tianci, right? I've heard of you. I heard what happened last time from Sanshui. It was a misunderstanding. Today I'm here to apologize and, of course, talk about some business. First of all, let me introduce myself. My name is Hei San. Black Glasses
He seemed to be an extremely narcissistic person. At this time, he smiled and introduced himself like a gentleman.
It's just that when he introduced himself, the person he kept looking at was not the fat man glaring at him now, but his second uncle.
Never heard of it. The second uncle replied lazily.