Genius commoner

Chapter 349 The setting sun is like blood
At dusk, the sun hangs in the west, and the residual light pours on Daji's coffin shop. It is mottled and mottled, adding a bit of yang to the facade, but the sunlight that penetrates through the crack of the door is swallowed by the darkness inside. In the twentieth century, many All industries will change or even die, but prostitutes, killers and coffins will always exist, at most keeping pace with the times.

Daji’s coffin panels can be regarded as following the trend of the times. The store of nearly [-] square meters occupies two courtyards. In the fish tank, there are seven lively small fish swimming, and eight small lights are hung above the head, alleviating the gloomyness brought by the coffin.

It's just that no matter how modern it is, a coffin is always a coffin, and its existence will always make people feel uncomfortable.

Song Gandang had a broken face.

He stayed in the Daji coffin shop for almost two days, and spent 48 hours with coffins of various styles, especially when night fell, Song Gandang was always prone to think of movies about zombies or grudges, and he would wander around while sleeping. The scene of biting his own throat woke him up more than once, and every time he seemed to be dead.

This kind of spiritual destruction not only made him feel the pain of the wound, but also made him hate Ye Zixuan from the bottom of his heart. Song Gandang swore that one day in the future, he would cut off Ye Zixuan's hands and feet and throw him into a mass grave slowly. Waiting to die, at the same time, he also hated the coffin board that was inseparable from him. In his opinion, the latter was guarding him.

"It's time to eat noodles."

When Song Gandang watched in despair as the remaining light slowly disappeared in the backyard, the coffin board in black lifted him out of the coffin, pressed him on a low chair, and then put a hot instant noodle on the coffee table, Then he took out a piece of ham from his pocket, locked Song Gandang's left foot and said coldly: "Go to bed after eating."

He subconsciously glanced around, the walls were thick and the doors were thick, but there was no movement.

"Eat your sister."

Song Gandang, who had eaten dry food for two days, saw the instant noodles and ham again. His broken face became angry. He swept away the box and ham, and yelled at the coffin board: "Coffin board, they say you are a rebellious boy!" , I have never believed it, after all, Wulian will treat you well, now I know I was wrong, you are a fucking beast."

Song Gandang looked angry: "I asked you to kill Ye Zixuan, but you are a fucking running dog? Wulian has raised you for so many years, and you don't know how to repay you. Ye Zixuan gives you a few mouthfuls of dog food, and you just wag your tail Are you a human being? Have your loyalty been eaten by dogs? If I had known this, I should have let you die among the dead, white-eyed wolf."

There was no emotion on Coffin Ban's face. He just squatted down and picked up the ham and put it on the table. Then he picked up the instant noodle box and picked up the noodles back with his hands. He cleaned up very carefully, not even putting half a noodle in. However, when Song Gandang saw that he didn't respond, he became even more angry. He dragged the chair forward and kicked the coffin board over.

The instant noodles rolled over again and fell to the ground in a mess.

"I tell you, it's best not to let me live."

Song Gandang stared at the coffin board with a murderous look: "Otherwise I will kill you, traitor."

The coffin board didn't resist, nor was it annoyed, but while repacking the instant noodles, he responded in a cold tone: "I never betrayed the Wulianhui."

Song Gandang let out a grin, pointed at the coffin board and yelled, "No betrayal, just take me back to Siye the fuck, even if you think you can't protect me from leaving, let me go right now and leave me alone After leaving the coffin shop, I believe that you have not betrayed the Five Federations, let me go, let me go fucking."

He didn't want to stay in this ghost place from the bottom of his heart.

Coffin Board shook his head: "No."

"Rely? Can't?"

Song Gandang laughed angrily: "What do you mean by no? You can't even do such a small request, and you still say that you are not a traitor or Ye Gong's running dog? Is there someone like you in the world who guards his master's son for the enemy? Let me tell you, don't think that you will be rich and prosperous by betraying the Wulianhui, my father will clean up the house sooner or later."

The coffin board had already packed up all the instant noodles, but there was a little bit of dust on the fragrant noodles, but he didn't care at all, he just picked up a pinch with his hand, stuffed it into his mouth and said, "First, I don't have the ability to bring Letting you go back to Si Ye, second, letting you go is harming you, and third, looking at you is the greatest responsibility to the president."

His voice was cold: "I have already fought against Ye Zixuan and the others. No matter how ruthless my sword is, I can't match their schemes. It is whimsical to take you back to Siye; it is easy for you to escape from here, but it is very easy to escape from Ye Gong's control." Difficult, do you think I am the only one looking at you? Believe it or not, even if I let you go, you won't be able to walk out of this street."

"At that time, not only will I be besieged, but you will also have a broken leg."

The instant noodles accompanied by dust, chewing in the mouth of the coffin board: "I look at you, it seems that I am under house arrest, but it is actually another kind of protection. With me, no one can easily hurt you, and neither will you. After being humiliated and trampled on, if you were guarded by Ye Gong's disciples, you wouldn't even eat instant noodles, even leftovers."

In Song Gandang's noncommittal eyes, the coffin stood in front of him with no expression on his face: "If you have some brains, don't think about how to run away. Ye Gong took you down, no harm or killing, it means Ye Zi Xuan is negotiating with the president, and there is a high probability that you will get out unscathed, this is the safest way for you to leave."

"You're running away with your brain flooded, wouldn't you give Ye Zixuan a reason to hurt you?"

He stuffed another mouthful of instant noodles into his mouth: "If the talks between the two parties fail, Ye Gong will kill you, and I will protect you when the time comes."

Although what the coffin board said was reasonable, Song Gandang still didn't quite believe it: "It's for my own good, give me the phone, I want to call my father."

There was still no expression on the coffin board's face, but there was a look of disappointment in his eyes: "I said just now that your safety is the best effort. If you call President Song now, you will only vent your grievances and anger, and then Control his negotiations with Ye Zixuan, it will not be conducive to your rescue, I repeat, eat the ham and sleep."

He also put half a bowl of instant noodles on the coffee table.

Song Gandang kicked the coffee table with a bang, instant noodles spilled on the floor again, and anger appeared on his face again: "Speaking so much, you just don't want me to go out."

The coffin board looked at the broken faces all over the floor, with a look of hostility on his face. When Song Gandang's heart thumped slightly, the coffin board took a step forward and kicked him against the wall. Before he fell, he caught him with one hand. Song Gandang's neck was filled with a stern voice, "If you weren't the president's son, I wouldn't even say a word to you."

"I'll just kill you trash."

Song Gandang's head felt dizzy due to insufficient blood supply, and the murderous aura of the coffin board made him have goose bumps all over his body.

A chill as deep as a well flowed from the eyes of the coffin board: "For the last time, you give me peace of mind, and if you are self-righteous again, I will really be a traitor and kill you with one knife. Also, you give me the broken noodles on the ground. Pick them all up, eat them bit by bit, if you don’t pick them up and eat them, I’ll break your hand, and you’ll be willing to deal with them when you go home.”

"You are displeased with me. If you want to kill me, you have to wait for you to return to Siye alive before you are eligible to attack me."

He opened the chain and threw Song Gandang to the ground.

The coffin board would literally kill him.

Feeling the murderous aura as real as it is, the humiliated Song Gandang had an epiphany at this moment, he gave up struggling and completely resigned himself to fate.

At this moment, Coffin Ban's phone rang, and a text message poured in, from Ye Zixuan. Coffin Ban glanced at Song Gandang and said coldly:
"Half an hour later, Zhao Taiyi will bring someone to pick you up, so I can take care of myself."

Before Song Gandang's face showed a gleam of joy, a woman suddenly came in from the high wall, covered in blood and fell heavily at the bottom of the wall, dust splashed everywhere, at the same time, there were shouts from a distance outside the door, as if Chasing someone, the face of the coffin board changed slightly, he pushed Song Gandang into the coffin inside the house, then took out his flute and rushed up.

The coffin board in front looked at the blood-stained woman with a hint of vigilance in her eyes, but the latter did not respond, but spit out a mouthful of blood with a plop.

Blood fell to the ground, shocking in the dark sky.

The coffin board moved towards the middle-aged woman and turned her over with the flute. Just as her eyes were concentrating on examining the blood-stained face, the middle-aged woman burst out eight iron nails from her body. Breaking through the night, he stabbed at the coffin board like a rainbow, and the coffin board's face changed drastically, as if he didn't expect the other party to be so cunning.

With a wave of his right hand, the coffin board swept away six iron nails, and two of them brushed past his shoulders, tearing his clothes, but no blood was seen.

It's just that in this gap, the sharp sword has already stabbed over, and the flute of the coffin board swung horizontally, sealing the opponent's sword tip.

The tip of the sword pierced the flute and pushed forward, the middle-aged woman shouted again and again, and the dagger burst out with great power.

The coffin board that had lost the opportunity could only touch the ground with its toes to buffer the opponent's heavy attack. If it hadn't been for the three battles with the white hall master, the blue moon demon and the green knife that left too many internal injuries and external injuries, the coffin board had absolute confidence to block it The opponent's attack, but now, the wound on his abdomen and the internal injury left by the green knife made him unable to give it a go.

The left foot of the coffin board stepped on the steps, and the stone bricks suddenly cracked.

With this help, the coffin board stabilized its position, holding the flute to block the advance of the sword:

The middle-aged woman drew her sword back three meters, and sneered with blood on her face: "Dragon Sword!"

When there was a flash of surprise in the eyes of the coffin board, the gate of the yard was knocked open, and six people fell into the wall. More than 20 people flashed their weapons and surrounded the coffin board like wolves. Simple and practical, every whistling of the machete carries the tragic death, and the eyes even have an indescribable murderous intent.

Three of them were also holding shotguns.

Long Jian waved his right hand: "Boom him to death!"

The face of the coffin board changed slightly, one jumped into the house, the three of them stretched out their guns, pulled the trigger, and the canopy!Countless iron sand poured away.

The doors, windows and the three coffins were suddenly changed beyond recognition.

Song Gandang, who was short of breath when he heard the movement, subconsciously pushed away the heavy coffin lid, and before he had time to ask what happened, the muzzle of his gun was deflected.

Iron sand poured down, and Song Gandang was shot in the back, screaming and falling out of the coffin.

(End of this chapter)