The exquisite little monk of the school flower

Chapter 70 Lying In The Coffin

The headquarters of the Wharf Gang fell into an atmosphere of mourning, with lanterns and festoons everywhere... Uh, no, there are lanterns hanging everywhere.

Sangbiao hid in the office dejectedly, and said to Shi Xiaoxin helplessly: "Boss, are we really going to make such a big show? At this moment, the whole road in Star City thinks that Uncle Biao has died. In the future, I suddenly Alive again—this...isn’t this a fraudulent corpse? How can you let me have the face to go out to meet people in the future?”

Shi Xiaoxiao said disapprovingly: "What you need to consider now is not whether you have face to face people! It's the question of which one to choose between the two options of losing your life and losing face!"

Ok!If you win, your life is more important!There is absolutely no need for such a thing as a face!
After a while, Sangbiao couldn't hold back and said, "Boss, are you sure that old dog Zhao Desheng will really send someone to kill me?"

Shi Xin shook his head and said, "Not sure!"

"Pfft..." Sangbiao was stunned, "I'm not sure you let me make such a big fight again? Boss, are you playing with me?"

"No!" Shi Xinxin said, "I just see that your life is in danger, but as for who is going to kill you, whether Zhao Desheng sent someone... Then I'm really not sure!"

Uh...well, you win again!

Sangbiao couldn't help but feel dizzy!But at this moment, he was already on the verge of riding a tiger, so he could only patiently wait for the most dangerous moment to pass.

"Boom, boom, boom!" Someone knocked on the door.

"Come in!"

It was the fat man suffering from gout who pushed the door in. He poked out his huge head cunningly, and said to Sangbiao, "Uncle Biao, the mourning hall of your old man's house has been decorated, do you want to go and check it yourself?"

Sangbiao got angry and said angrily: "I see your sister! How can a living person go to inspect his mourning hall in person?"

The fat man resentfully said: "Actually, it's better to have a look in advance! Those of us who lick blood with knives, really don't know if someone will arrange a mourning hall for us after we die. Even if someone arranges it, we won't be satisfied! Biao Uncle, if you have a chance to practice once, don't miss it..."

"Fuck! Fatty, come in for me! I promise I won't beat you out of shit!" Sangbiao was furious in an instant, "It's so rare to have an opportunity! I don't need this kind of opportunity! In the future, this kind of opportunity I'll leave more for you!"

Unexpectedly, Shi Xiaoxin nodded and said: "I think what the fat man said makes sense. Let's go, Uncle Biao, let's go to the mourning hall. After all, you have to lie in it yourself at night. How about making it more comfortable?" ?”

"Short! I'll go! Wait for a while..." Sangbiao stared at Shi Xiaoxin and said, "Why do you want me to lie in there at night? Am I pretending to be dead, or is it just playing dead?" ? Don’t really kill me later..."

Shi Xinxin glanced at him and said, "Think about it for yourself. If you were Zhao Desheng, and you heard that the person he wanted to kill had died so coincidentally, would you verify it yourself? If the murderer came to the mourning hall quietly and found What do you think they'll do when there aren't even dead bodies in there?"

"Grass!" Sangbiao was persuaded again, so he had no choice but to get up, and followed Shi Xinxin and Fatty to the mourning hall built on the first floor.

There are many shadows in the altar, the plain white curtains are billowing with the wind, all kinds of wreaths are neatly arranged, but the fragrance that emanates is inexplicably rotten.

A transparent coffin, a white cover, and a black and white photo of Sangbiao hang in the middle, which is particularly eye-catching.Coupled with the low mourning and joy, for some reason, Sang Biao suddenly felt an inexplicable grief in his heart, as if he really died.

"Damn! This feeling is so fucking uncomfortable!" Sangbiao was very depressed, and said with a heavy heart: "When I was young, I used to make a living on the road, and I never felt that death was a terrible thing. Men? , the dead egg is upside down, immortal for tens of thousands of years... But now when I see my portrait hanging in front of my eyes, and thinking about the painful sorrow and joy in my ears, I don't know why, I suddenly have an urge to cry... "

A hint of compassion flashed in Shi Xiaoxiao's eyes: "This shows that you have realized it! It seems that this round of survival from death is indeed a chance for you! After this crisis is over, you don't need to worry about the situation on the pier. Follow me to learn Buddhism!"

Sangbiao froze for a moment, then nodded heavily.

He came to the coffin, took a deep breath, opened the coffin, and then jumped in and lay down.

Sangbiao's figure was quite strong, and there was a thick quilt inside the coffin, so he suddenly felt a little crowded.

The fat man who didn't have much eyesight was still on the sidelines and said: "How is it, Uncle Biao, do you feel comfortable?"

Sangbiao couldn't help but rolled his eyes, and scolded: "Fuck! It's comfortable, your sister! How can you feel comfortable in the coffin, why don't you lie in and try it yourself?"

Shi Xin took a look at him and said: "Don't move around, close your eyes and lie down for a while, this will be considered a disaster!"

Sangbiao is helpless, he is already on the verge of riding a tiger, and he has reached this point, so he can close his eyes and lie down for a while!
But when he really closed his eyes, for some reason, boundless fear suddenly flooded him, completely submerging him. The feeling of loneliness, helplessness, and fear was so uncomfortable that it made everyone feel uncomfortable. I couldn't bear it for a second.

So, he made a sudden effort to sit up.

Unexpectedly, Shi Xiaoxin frowned, stretched out his hand and poked him a few times, and hit his acupoints, and then pushed him back into the coffin with a light push!
Short!I go!
Sangbiao is going crazy!

He was just about to question Shi, be careful!

Unexpectedly, there were two more "pops" on the neck, and Shi Xiaoxin hit his Ya acupuncture point again, making him unable to utter a sound.

"Shi...Boss Shi...you...you..." The fat man who was frightened at the side suddenly turned pale with fright.

What the hell is going on?Why does this seem to be the rhythm of Boss Shi's plan to turn this fake funeral into a real one?

Poor Uncle Biao, didn't he really dig a hole and bury himself this time!
not good!I have seen all the things Boss Shi did just now!Shi Laohui will not kill me to silence...

Just when the fat man was terrified, Shi Xinxin said: "Uncle Biao, lie there for a while, I feel that the danger is getting closer, I tapped your acupoints to prevent you from going through the trap, after 15 minutes, the acupoints will automatically open untie..."

(End of this chapter)