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4994--Andrew Proper green color

Only Yu'er returned to Uncle Zhongyong's Mansion with Ma Xiaoyun and the Song family, while Xingyun, Wang Sa and several secret guards went straight to the old Zhang family who specialized in funerals.

Since Ma Xiaoyun and the Song family did not specifically handle the subsequent funerals, there is a problem with the funeral director Zhang's family they were responsible for.

"Where is Lao Zhang's house?"

Wang Sa pointed at the house in front and shrank his neck.

At the door of the house in front, there is a paper man about the same height as an ordinary person. His face is painted with blush and his lips are red. He looks very attractive. Next to the paper man, there are white paper horses and paper horses placed against the wall.

with wreaths.

"It should be so. Look at the words written on the plaque, Zhang Mansion." Xingyun pointed at the wooden plaque above the gate.

"People like this, who specialize in making money from dead people, will be punished sooner or later." Wang Sa cursed bitterly.

"As you said, someone must do the funeral. Everyone will die eventually. If the old Zhang family doesn't make money, someone else will."

Xingyun waved his hand and said, "Let's go take a look."

"Hey, something feels wrong." Wang Sa walked dejectedly. He really didn't want to come. Originally, he asked for it when he came to Fuyuan Jewelry Store this time. He thought he could help out during the day so that he wouldn't be as busy as at night.

Cowardly.

But how could he go to a funeral now? When he saw those paper figures, he began to feel scared and did not dare to go there.

"You have a lot of potential, let's go."

Seeing Wang Sa lagging behind, Xing Yue slapped Wang Sa on the back of the head.

"Brother Xing, would you like me to help you outside?" Wang Sa cried sadly.

"What do you want me to say? I didn't force you this time, you came because you cried and shouted."

Xingyun touched his chin and said, "You stay outside to take care of me, and the others will rush in after me."

Xingyun didn't want to delay the big event because of Wang Sa's problem, but he had made up his mind to train Wang Sa well this time. He felt that Wang Sa's problem was getting more and more serious.

He still has great expectations for Wang Sa. After all, among the four strongest people in his hands, Wang Sa has the most incredible skills. He is a true martial arts wizard.

"Okay, Brother Xing is so reasonable." Wang Sa's face was filled with joy.

Xingyun secretly felt funny. Did this kid really think that this matter would just go away?

If he knew what he would face because of his hesitation this time, I'm afraid he would regret it so much that his intestines would be green.

Someone didn't know that he had been arranged, and he was still secretly rejoicing that he finally escaped.

Xingyun led the people to the door quickly, and an elderly man walked out of it.

This person's hair is gray, with a patch of blue-gray under the smoke ring. He is wearing a red robe with many blessing characters on it, and a green melon-skin cap on his head.

Just this outfit made Xingyun almost laugh.

According to Yang Ruoqing, a green hat is an environmentally friendly color.

At first, he didn't understand what environmental protection was, but later he, Zi Yan and others pestered Yang Ruoqing and asked questions.

Tired of being pestered, Yang Ruoqing explained in detail, this environmental sex is the relationship between a woman at home, or a man from outside.

Since then, none of the brothers in the secret guard has worn a green hat.

"Sir, do you need me for anything when you come to the shop?" The old man held a snuff bottle in his hand and saluted Xingyun.

Need a chicken feather!

Xingyun rolled his eyes, it’s only the devil who needs you.

"Are you Lao Zhang?" Xingyun was wearing official uniforms, and he and several secret guards were all wearing official uniforms, so the old man could tell at a glance that they were members of the government.

"Yes, the little old man is Lao Zhang. The neighbors next door call me that. Do the adults really have nothing to do?" Lao Zhang asked subconsciously with a smile on his face.

"Come with us." Xingyun gritted his teeth and made a gesture with his eyes. The two secret guards behind him jumped out and pulled out their swords.

"Sir, what's going on? I didn't make any mistakes. I'm an honest funeral practitioner, my price is fair, and I never cheat anyone." Lao Zhang was a little flustered.

"I don't care if you are fair or not. Someone has sued you. Come with us first. If you are really unjust, I will clear your name."

Xingyun waved his hand, and the two secret guards raised their knives, stepped forward, held Lao Zhang's neck, and retreated outside.

There was nothing unusual until we left the confines of our home.

Xingyun felt a little depressed. What's this? He was more cautious this time. He didn't expect that Lao Zhang was an ordinary person. His appearance couldn't be disguised. If he could pretend, then his acting skills would be better.

Very good.

Because Xingyun had already smelled urine, and Lao Zhang's trousers underneath were all wet.

I can’t help but be scared. You are so old and you are a funeral director. You are not even afraid of the dead. Why should you be afraid of this?

"Old Zhang, what's going on with you? Are you scared?" Xingyun covered her nose.

"Sir, I don't want this either. I'm really old and can't control it." Lao Zhang's face drooped, and his green melon-skin hat was shaking because of his body. It trembled and seemed to fall off in the next moment.

Already.

Come on, this old guy doesn't want to burp, does he?

"You're not even afraid of the dead, so how can you be afraid of a knife?"

Lao Zhang sobbed: "Little old man, I'm not afraid of knives, but I'm afraid of death. Just because I've seen so many dead people, seeing them lying motionless with nothing left of their lives, I'm also afraid that my own property will be taken advantage of by others.

.”

What? Are you afraid of death because you are afraid of losing your money?

This miser.

Xingyun sighed secretly, and then said: "Old Zhang, tell me about the burial of Ma Sanchao from Fuyuan Jewelry Store."

He decided to ask the question here. There was no need to interrogate such an old guy who had wet pants and could faint at any time.

"Sir, it's none of my business, really!" Lao Zhang's face changed slightly, and he waved his hands and said.

"It's none of your business, but whose business is it? Isn't it still my business?" Wang Sa came over with white eyes.

He waited outside, thinking that something was going on, but not long after, he saw Lao Zhang being escorted out of the house.

If I had known, it would have been better for him to follow him bravely than to bear the name of running away from the battlefield.

"Sir, I paid for his family's funeral. Someone else paid for the tomb and asked us to put the coffin in it." Lao Zhang cried, he was really scared, who knew this group of people

The question was about what happened back then.

"Who gave you the money to put the coffin in?" Xingyun narrowed his eyes and asked.
Chapter completed!
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