His glance really showed me hairy. I thought to myself, I was so unlucky that I was stumped, and what I asked Hao San to ask about my yin-law, is it also related to me
"You... why are you looking at me like that?"
"You don't want people to look at, then hide your face?" The young man turned his gaze back, and asked for a foreign fire with Old Wei, and burned the paper that his wife had given him to ashes.
There is no way to know what is written on the paper, only the young man knows.
The person who led us was very attentive. He ran over and said, as long as people who have been to Quanhe Village to find a Yinma to do business, whether it is the common people or the grass and lakes, the village will take care of the food.
"There is nothing good in the poor country." The guide said to Old Wei: "It's just that the food is cleaned. If you don't dislike it, you might as well use some."
"Don't bother with the food. We have something to do. We are rushing on our way." The young man refused for Old Wei Wan. I guess he is accustomed to eating well, and he absolutely can't eat the food in the village.
"Several people have come from afar, we can't make the best of the friendship of landlords, we can't justify it."
"The food is not needed, but if it is convenient, we take the money. You can help find us a carriage in the village. There is really no carriage. Donkey carts are fine. The three of my guys are tired and tired. Convenient." The young man turned his head and said to Old Wei, "Old Wei, take some money out."
Old Wei responded, and took a few more pieces of ocean to the guide. The guide happily collected the money, and immediately went to chariots. The three guys who carried the boxes were also very happy. With carts and horses, there is no need to rely on people to carry the boxes on the way.
I watched in silence, and felt that although this young man was young, he was very good at being a man and doing things. I was arrested by them, and tossed about it all day and night, but now, I really can't hate this young man in my heart.
Not long after, the guide drove a donkey cart over. The cart is probably a wooden cart that pulls crops in the fields, but the donkey that pulls the cart is very strong.
"The carriage is really hard to find. Fortunately, this donkey has strong feet, so it won't delay your journey."
"That's it, thank you."
Several people left the village, and the wooden boxes were put on the car. Old Wei asked, "Shao Dongjia, Hao San... how to arrange it?"
"In the final analysis, it is always the people here. According to the usual practice, it is well buried. The blood money that should be given to his wife and children will be given to others." The young man commanded the three guys and said, "You three. So, take Hao San and go back. I have been on the boat for a few days, and I was so sleepy that I happened to take this opportunity to walk around."
The three guys drove away in a donkey cart, and from here to the cruise ship on the river beach, it was still an hour away. The young man didn't feel tired, so he walked and looked around.
It's a pity that there is no scenery around, I look around, but a mountain, a water, a beach.
About half an hour after we left, I kept thinking that everything that should be done is done, and I can't always follow this young man. Although young people are good at talking, they are always stared at, which is not good for me.
"Well, now I have also helped you ask questions, am I getting rid of my grievances? Can I go?" I tentatively asked the young man: "I am different from you, I have to work to earn money. ."
"How much money do you make for a day's work? You can't eat after a while?" The young man took out yesterday's little yellow croaker from his body, stuffed it into my hand, and said, "I said nothing, this little yellow croaker belongs to you. Anyway. You also have to go back to the river beach and walk all the way to chat."
"No, no, no." I just think this little yellow croaker is heavy, and it seems to be a bit tangled in my hand. I hurriedly handed it back and said: "No merit, I don't want your little yellow croaker, as long as you figure it out, that Hao I didn’t kill the three, so it’s fine."
"Are you looking down on this little yellow croaker? Or despise me? Now that things are clear, you didn't kill Hao San." The young man turned his face, not looking at the little yellow croaker in my hand, and said, "You didn't kill people. , But there is something I want to ask you."
"what's up?"
"Old Wei, go ahead and explore the way."
The road we walked is the one we have walked before, so we don’t need to explore, but Old Wei is very witty, knowing that young people have something to say to me, he responded, speeded up and walked forward, and walked out more than ten feet in a moment. .
"What the hell are you asking?" I watched the young man chattering, and I always felt uneasy in my heart.
"Three people, there must be my teacher." The young man watched Old Wei walk away, turned his head to look at me, and said, "Didn't you say that you are a corpse hunter?"
"Yeah, I'm a corpse hunter. You have asked several times."
"Then I want to ask you about someone." The young man drew out his fan, patted his palm lightly, and said, "Before, there was a corpse scavenger named Fu, whose surname was Fu Qiandeng. Have you ever heard of this person? "
"Fu Qiandeng?" If nothing happened on my face, there was a chuckle in my heart, and I became nervous.
I don't know why, at this moment, my mind is turning very fast, and some clues have been sorted out in a flash of light and flint.
When I was caught by Old Wei and the others and sent to the cruise ship, the young man already knew that I was a corpse scavenger. But all night, he didn't ask me, because he denied that he had to pay a thousand lights. After coming here and looking for a yin woman to inquire about the corpse, the young man remembered to ask me this question.
What does this show? I doubt very much that before the young man came to see the Yin Po, he probably didn't know Fu Qiandeng. His place
I asked about Fu Qiandeng because Guo Yinpo asked Hao San about Fu Qiandeng.
Hao San was killed by the master
I was confused, and for a while, I couldn't understand the ins and outs of this matter at all.
"Yes, Fu Qiandeng is also a corpse scavenger." The young man asked, "Have you heard of it?"
"I've heard of it." I settled down. There are famous and famous rivers and lakes in Dahetan. Maybe you don’t know those who walk the rivers and lakes, but I must have heard that the corpse collectors at Dahetan are the same. People who collect corpses have also heard of it. If I ask three questions, young people will be suspicious.
"Then do you know his whereabouts?"
"That's not clear. Our corpse collectors never join hands with our peers. We always do our own things." I asked, "What did you ask this person for? It was written on the piece of paper that my yin wife gave you." Hao San was killed by... by the man named Fu Qiandeng?"
"You're not stupid." The young man didn't seem to doubt my words, turned his face, looked forward, and said: "You don't know where he is, it's okay. Although the big river beach is big, you can spread the net. Go and find someone, and you will find it sooner or later."
"Maybe, I can find it." I thought to myself, if young people can find my master, that's a hell.
The young man hadn't spoken yet, and Old Wei, who was more than ten feet away, suddenly heard a roar. Both of us were shocked at the same time, turned our heads to look, and immediately saw Lao Wei leaping out from the side of the road, staggering towards this side.
"What's wrong?" I felt that Old Wei was injured, and subconsciously glanced around, but saw nothing.
Old Wei guessed that he was really injured. He was struggling to run. He fell to the ground before he could finish the run. The young man and I hurriedly greeted him. When we waited to see him, the corner of Old Wei's mouth kept bleeding out, and he didn't even have the strength to stand up.
My scalp tightened, and I felt uncomfortable, because the blood oozing from the corner of Old Wei's mouth turned from red to black, and finally turned black as ink.
"Young... Young boss... Hurry up..."
Old Wei reluctantly said a word, his eyes froze immediately, and his breath died.
When his head fell soft and collapsed, I saw an iron thorn on the back of his neck that was more than two inches long and thinner than the head of the chopsticks. The iron thorns were almost completely submerged in the flesh, and the area around the wound was black.
Old Wei's kung fu is still good, and his body is solid, but he was sneak attacked when he couldn't defend himself, and he didn't even have a chance to fight back. At this time, the idiot could also see that someone was hiding ambush nearby.
Whoosh! ! !
Suddenly, the young man slammed the fan, and a two-inch-long iron thorn was knocked off by the fan. His face changed and he uttered a low voice, "Go!"
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