In my stunned state, the enhanced version of Lu Zhishen was gone, the night traveler who had been seeking his life was also dead, and even the van driver and the lover of the oval-faced young woman were also dead...
I looked back and found that except for the disheveled young woman with an oval face not far away, there was no one else!
But at this moment, I clearly heard a slight sound of footsteps coming from outside the house.
The enhanced version of Lu Zhishen is back again? I was secretly surprised and quickly looked up outside the house.
As a result, at a glance, I saw an old figure walking in from outside the house. Who could it be if it wasn't Uncle Quan?
"Uncle Quan." I shouted feebly, and after Uncle Quan walked into the incineration room, he looked around the room with his old eyes, and finally fixed his eyes on me and the young woman with an oval face next to me.
I looked back and saw that the young woman with an oval-shaped face was not only disheveled, but also had very disheveled hair. She was lying on the ground. No matter how she looked, she looked like she had just been in a crime scene...
"You kid, have you done something wrong?" Uncle Quan suddenly said something.
As soon as I heard Uncle Quan's words, I broke out in a cold sweat, "Master, if the police come here, they will have to put me in jail."
I quickly shook my head and said, "I didn't do it, Uncle Aquan. This night traveler came to ask for her life. I wanted to save her. Look at me, I'm injured. How could I do evil to others?"
After I finished speaking, a hint of a smile appeared on Uncle Quan's face, and he said: "You have a treacherous heart but also no treacherous courage. Not bad. You can even deal with night travelers."
"Uh, isn't it Uncle Quan that you teach well..." I angrily didn't dare to say anything more for fear of being seen through by Uncle Quan, the old fox.
To be honest, I didn't want to hide it from Uncle Quan on purpose. The main reason was that I still felt that the vicious bald monk was definitely a very powerful being. From what he said, it seemed that he didn't want people to know about him.
So I wanted to prevent Uncle Quan from wading into this muddy water, so that it would be less troublesome...
Uncle Quan's old man stayed on my body for a few seconds, and then a strange expression appeared on his calm old face, but he didn't say much.
Uncle Quan walked up to me, lowered his head and looked at the wound on my ribs, and then said calmly: "You're lucky, you didn't hurt your ribs. Otherwise, you won't have to get out of bed for at least two months."
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Uncle Quan's words didn't make me excited at all. After all, just now, I had just escaped from the door of death.
So, for a man who escaped from death, the wound on his ribs is nothing!
Uncle Quan took out a small black bottle from his pocket. He didn't know what was inside. He opened the cap and poured a little something that looked like medicinal powder into his hand. He covered the wound on my ribs with a handful.
superior!
I just felt that the already burning wound suddenly felt like it had been burned by fire. It was so cold!
"Uncle Quan, are you trying to commit murder? It hurts me so much!" The severe pain almost made my eyes burst into tears.
But Uncle Quan acted as if nothing was wrong. After covering my wound with the medicine powder in his hand, suddenly his eyes were fixed on my crotch!
Seeing Uncle Quan's eyes, I couldn't help but secretly screamed "bad!"
Because at this moment, right on my crotch, was the Buddhist scripture in which a bald monk appeared...
"You kid, do you want to die?"
Suddenly, a serious expression quickly appeared on Uncle Quan's face, and he stared directly at me.
My scalp felt numb. Although Uncle Quan said he was usually light-hearted, once he got serious, he looked like Hitler!
I hesitated and said, "Uncle Quan, please listen to my explanation..."
"You don't need to explain, I'm just asking you, are you not afraid of death, or are you tired of living?" Uncle Quan said sharply.
I feel like crying but my eyes are full of tadpole prose. Isn’t it so serious?
"No one can understand this thing, so it shouldn't be a big problem?"
"Humph, this ancient scripture was dug out in the basement of that small restaurant last time, right?"
Uncle Quan is truly an old fox, and he immediately understood the origin of the Buddhist scriptures.
I didn’t know what to say at that moment, so I had to change the subject and said, “Uncle Quan, why don’t you keep this ancient scripture first?”
"Do you want me to die? Do you know what this is? This is the Dharma Sutra. Do you know what the Dharma Sutra is? It is a killing scripture jointly deduced by the Buddhas in order to stop killing with killing. Last time it was just
A broken page has already attracted the attention of countless people... If people know that you have a complete copy hidden in your body, huh, not even the Great Luo Immortal can save your life."
As Uncle Quan finished speaking, my heart suddenly sank!
"Isn't it? Is it that serious?"
"How about you give it a try? See if anyone comes to see you?" Uncle Quan said angrily.
When I heard this, I quickly shook my head; I am the only incense stick in the old Zhou family, and I still want to continue the family lineage!
Uncle Quan snorted a few times, and finally put me under his arm and walked a few steps before leaving me on the table where he usually drinks and sleeps.
"You are so brave, you turned a deaf ear to my words, you can do what you want."
Uncle Quan seemed to be really angry. I watched him throw the bodies of the night traveler and the oval-faced young woman on the ground into the furnace.
Immediately afterwards, he walked out of the house again.
When I saw this, I quickly shouted: "Uncle Quan, where are you going?"
Uncle Quan grunted and went out without raising his head. When I saw this, I felt a little complicated.
Uncle Quan told me early in the morning that you can do as much work as you have the ability. If you don't have the ability to grab treasures from others, you will end up losing your life if you fail to grab the treasures.
So when I saw Uncle Quan angry, to be honest, I felt a little warm in my heart. This shows that Uncle Quan really cares about me!
Uncle Quan didn't know why he went out, but after a while, I heard a movement next to me. The young woman with an oval face who had been knocked unconscious by the bald monk and had a small memory removed woke up.
As soon as the oval-faced young woman opened her eyes, she found that she was only wrapped in one piece of clothing, and she suddenly screamed!
But soon, I saw her raising her head and staring at me. The next second, she blurted out: "Did you do something to me?"
Damn it, I was petrified on the spot. I looked at the oval-faced young woman in shock, with an innocent look on her face.
"Did you take off my clothes?" The oval-faced young woman spoke again, and then there was something wrong in her eyes.
I suddenly couldn’t laugh or cry, God, are you kidding me? I almost lost my life to save this woman, and now I still have to be treated as an attempted crime. This is too unfair...
The oval-faced young woman grabbed her own clothes and put them on quickly, then stared at me with an evil expression on her face. From that look, she could not remember that she was almost killed by her husband before.
I shook my head, feeling helpless. How could I explain this?
The young woman with the oval face continued to pester, but at this moment, I saw the young woman with the oval face suddenly tilted her body, and she suddenly fainted in front of me.
Behind him, Uncle Quan was carrying a black bag and said expressionlessly: "Women are trouble."
I have to say that Uncle Quan did a great job this time. The young woman with an oval face fainted again. I quickly tried to please Uncle Quan, but Uncle Quan ignored me and put the black bag he was carrying on the ground.
The push plate of the furnace was sent into the furnace together with the body of the night traveler.
Obviously, the black bag should contain the body of the minivan driver.
The next step was to turn off the stove, spread oil, and light the fire... After everything was done, Uncle Quan came to my side, took out a red thread from his pocket and tied it to the wrist of the oval-faced young woman.
"Uncle Quan, what are you doing?" I asked quickly.
Uncle Quan said without raising his head: "The less people know about this kind of thing, the better. In order to cause unnecessary trouble, I can only get rid of the memory of tonight in her head..."
I looked at Uncle Quan's familiar technique, but an idea suddenly popped into my mind.
Just now, Uncle Quan not only knew the name of the ancient scripture I was carrying, but also told me the origin of this ancient scripture... You need to know the word "tadpole" on this Buddhist scripture, but even Mu Qing didn't know it.
Yes, but how could Uncle Quan know so much?
[Author's digression]: [Corpse Burner] book club has been created. The group number is: 345817455. I hope that all book friends who like eggs (shy, cover your face!) can come in and chat together. The eggs are here