The hunchbacked old man's words made my heart skip a beat.

This is the first time I have heard the name corpse wax. Could it be that the candles I lit when I was painting coffins as a child were all made of corpse wax?

Well, the focus now is not on this, but on whether Tang Liu has any other means!

Faced with the threat of the hunchbacked old man, Tang Liu looked solemn, took out the palm-sized compass from his pocket, bit the tip of his tongue, and instantly spat out a mouthful of blood mist on it.

"Buzz~"

The compass in Tang Liu's hand made a soft sound, and the pointer on it rotated rapidly while emitting a faint red light, which looked very mysterious.

After seeing this scene, the hunchbacked old man frowned, seeming a little surprised, and said in a deep voice: "A member of the Tang family in Beijing?"

Tang Liu didn't respond at all. At this moment, as if possessed by the God of War, he rushed directly towards the hunchbacked old man beside the river. His plump body like a groundhog actually burst out at a speed that ordinary people could not match, and he crossed the river in the blink of an eye.

A few meters away, the small compass with a faint red glow in his hand pointed directly at the hunchbacked old man's head.

Although the hunchbacked old man was a little surprised, he was not afraid of anything. The iron brush that had just brushed the human skin in his hand collided directly with the compass in Tang Liu's hand, making a dull metal collision sound.

At the same time, the hunchbacked old man gave Tang Liu a dull knee strike, quickly hitting Tang Liu's lower abdomen. The attack was fierce and decisive, showing that he was a master of fighting.

Tang Liu snorted, staggered back, and almost fell to the ground.

Damn it, if you can’t do it, don’t fight with others!

I originally expected Tang Liu to be able to deal with this hunchbacked old man, but now it seems a bit uncertain!

Although I was nervous and scared, I also understood one thing. If I didn't fight the hunchbacked old man at this moment, once he got rid of Tang Liu, I might not be able to escape my fate!

I picked up a brick-sized stone on the side of the road and prepared to fight with the hunchbacked old man.

At this moment, the hunchbacked old man suddenly let out a scream, which shocked me!

He clearly had the upper hand and Tang Liu couldn't even touch him. Why did the hunchbacked old man howl in pain instead?

I soon discovered a strange situation. On the chest of the hunchbacked old man, a pool of viscous bright red liquid appeared inexplicably, as if Tang Liu had just poured it on when he got close to the hunchbacked old man.

At this moment, Tang Liu, who was holding his belly and groaning, still had a small empty bottle left in his hand. It was the kind of red paint that had previously destroyed the female corpse and the shriveled cat head!

I didn't expect that Tang Liu was so insidious that he would sneak up on him while he was close, and he didn't expect that this kind of red paint would cause such great damage to the hunchbacked old man.

Although the hunchbacked old man quickly took off his clothes, his chest still seemed to have been scalded by flames and boiling oil. A large area of ​​charred blackness spread quickly on his skinny chest, and the old skin continued to appear.

The bleeding blisters looked terrible.

After the hunchbacked old man gave us a fierce and resentful look, he screamed and wailed directly across the small ditch, limped towards the grass on the roadside, and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.

Although I think it would be better to catch up and beat the drowned dog at this time and completely deal with the old cripple with a hunchback, and save him from causing trouble in the future. But at this time, I saw Tang Liu covering his lower abdomen and holding his legs between his legs, looking like a big aunt.

After the painful appearance, I think there is a certain truth in not pursuing the poor criminals.

I dropped the stone in my hand, walked to Tang Liu, and asked in a low voice, "Are you okay?"

Tang Liu's fat face was almost twisted into a bun, and he groaned weakly: "Old cousin, do you think I'm fine? That old guy who doesn't eat is too dark, and if he were two or three inches lower,

, Brother, you can’t be a man anymore... Second brother, don’t scare the eldest brother, just raise your head and let me see it!”

Tang Liu unbuttoned his belt, lowered his head and begged for a while. He probably felt that nothing was wrong, and then he breathed a long sigh of relief.

I picked up the empty bottle he threw aside, smelled the familiar pungent smell of blood on it, looked at Tang Liu who was rubbing his lower abdomen to activate blood, and couldn't help but ask: "Where did you buy the contents of this bottle?"

What’s more? Also, that corpse oil wax that the hunchbacked old cripple just mentioned, where did you get it from?”

Tang Liu rubbed his abdomen vigorously and responded without raising his head: "I don't know where you got it from. I heard from my old man that these things are so expensive that one finger is long."

The corpse oil wax costs tens of thousands, and this small bottle of blood paint starts at more than ten thousand, and it is often expensive but not marketable..."

"These two bottles of blood paint and corpse oil wax were given to me by your grandfather when I came here. I originally wanted to use them sparingly, but who knew that they would be used up before one night! However, it is not a loss, then

The hunchbacked old cripple will have to shed his skin this time..."

Listening to Tang Liu's explanation, I couldn't help but look a little weird.

I always felt that what he said seemed to be hiding something, but what was even more shocking was the price of the corpse oil wax and blood paint he mentioned.

His little stick of corpse oil wax and a small bottle of blood paint are worth tens of thousands?

I don’t know how much I spent painting the coffin and lighting the cyan candle over the years. If I follow Tang Liu’s calculation, how much would it cost?

If the price is really what Tang Liu said, the corpse oil wax and blood paint I have spent over the years can probably buy several properties in Sioux City, right?

I was puzzled, where did grandpa get so much money to buy those corpse oil wax and blood-black paint?

Or……

These things were originally made by grandpa?


Chapter completed!