A strong dragon does not suppress a local snake. Zhao Rang was a little polite to the hunchback after hearing what the deputy shopkeeper said. There are many unruly people in poor mountains and rivers, and such people are the worst people to mess with.
The hunchback walked slowly with his lame leg in his hand, stood ten feet away in front of them, raised his head and looked at Zhao Rang, and said:
"The hunchback is lame and it's inconvenient, so I won't salute you. But when a person dies, it's like a lamp going out. Please give me my condolences. See the coffin and get rich!"
These few words were said so appropriately that no one could find fault with them.
Zhao Rang replied:
"Don't be polite, boss, I'm here to buy a coffin!"
The hunchback squinted and looked at everyone except Zhao Rang. Finally, his eyes lingered on Ximen Dazhuang for a moment and said:
"this way please!"
Then he quietly used his good leg and hooked his toes to easily pick up the silver ingot Zhao Rang had dropped on the ground and put it into his arms. The little beggars looked on, not daring to say a word. When Zhao asked them to follow the hunchback, they suddenly dispersed.
Following the hunchback, he walked slowly between the shacks, and finally stopped at a place that could barely be regarded as a house. The hunchback opened the door and made another invitation gesture.
There were seven rows of coffins neatly arranged in the room, with seven in each row, a total of seven, seven and forty-nine.
Thick sand and dust fell on each coffin, and the original color and pattern could no longer be seen.
"These are all fine coffins. Master, which one do you like?"
Zhao Rang looked at it and didn't know how to distinguish it. Anyway, the coffins were all similar, so there was nothing to choose from, so he said:
"I want eight, just help me choose!"
Ximen Dazhuang added:
"I want the best from eight mouths!"
He loves Zhong Jiaban much more than Zhao Rang, and he has always been thinking about watching Yun Lifei's performance again, even if he is a liar, it doesn't matter. As long as the performance is good, that's fine.
Now that all the Eight Wonders are dead, the Zhong Family Troupe has become a swan song, and even the last performance was stillborn, Ximen Dazhuang is still feeling very uncomfortable.
Of course the hunchback was very happy about his request!
Those who do business, of course like customers to buy more and pay more!
The more dead people there are, the more expensive the coffins will be!
The hunchback chanted an unknown ditty, took out a broom from the base of the wall, walked inside, and said:
"My coffin, the further inside it is, the better!"
After that, he walked to the sixth row, starting from the innermost one, and used a broom to clean the sand and dust on the coffin.
Ximen Dazhuang asked angrily:
"I said I want the best, why don't you start in the seventh row?"
The movement of the hunchback's hand stopped, turned around with some difficulty, and replied:
"This man, the sixth row is already the best!"
Ximen Dazhuang immediately became angry and asked:
"You guy, do you think I can't count?"
After hearing this, the hunchback put down the broom in a hurry, walked sideways to the seventh row in the innermost row, and slapped the coffin lids one by one with his right hand, and all seven coffins were opened.
Dust filled the sky, mixed with a strong rotten smell, and rushed towards everyone. Zhao Rang could no longer hold on and retreated from the door.
Vaguely, he saw the hunchback, who seemed to be smiling with the corners of his mouth curled up!
After the room calmed down, Zhao Rang and Ximen Dazhuang walked in again. The hunchback patted the dust on his face and said:
"Master, it's not that I won't sell it! It's that these coffins already have owners!"
Ximen was a tall man. He saw these open coffins, all with corpses lying inside.
"Are you fucking crazy! You still have to open the lid of a house that's already...inhabited by people?"
The entire Ximen family is most afraid of the underworld. Ximen Da Zhuang’s voice became shrill, and he sounded like a big girl!
The smile on the hunchback's face became even brighter, but he still said in a eloquent tone:
"Isn't this because I'm afraid that you two won't believe me and say I'm passing off quality as good stuff? Now you believe it, right?"
Ximen Dazhuang no longer wanted to stay here and whispered to Zhao Rang:
"Brother, you can do it first. I'll wait for you outside."
Zhao Rang glanced at the deputy shopkeeper. He immediately understood and went out to accompany Ximen Dazhuang. There were two guards left in the room, one on the left and one on the right standing behind Zhao Rang.
"I want all seven from the sixth row, and two more from the fifth row."
The hunchback nodded in agreement, and regardless of the open coffins, he picked up the broom and continued the previous cleaning.
It has to be said that although this hunchback was weird in nature and a little evil in his behavior, he cleaned it very seriously, not even missing the corners of the coffin.
With the broom flying back and forth in his hand, the coffin almost became brand new.
"Master!"
The hunchback suddenly shouted.
"What's wrong?"
"Come and take a look at this coffin. This coffin is different!"
Zhao Rang didn't think much and asked as he walked:
"What's different?"
The hunchback smiled and said nothing, and Zhao Rang felt something was wrong. But considering that Ximen Dazhuang is outside and there are two guards in the house, can this hunchback make a big difference?
When I walked to the coffin, I found that there was nothing special about the coffin.
"What's the difference?"
Zhao Rang asked.
The hunchback pointed into the coffin and said:
"Look inside."
Zhao Rang stretched his head and took a look inside and found that the coffin was not empty!
But what was parked inside was not a corpse, but a set of shrouds and a tablet.
The memorial tablet was placed on the headrest, and an ever-burning lamp was lit in front of it.
"Dawei Northern Border Zhao..."
Halfway through reading the words on the tablet, Zhao Rang's expression suddenly changed!
The hunchback instantly retreated, spinning rapidly, quickly retreating to the corner like a top, and let out a roar!
Two rays of cold light shot out from under his armpits.
In the blink of an eye, a bloody hole was made in the throats of the two guards by flying knives. Without any struggle, they fell into the coffin beside them and lay peacefully.
"It's you?"
Zhao Rang was shocked!
The technique and speed with which this man used his sword were truly rare in the world!
Several people in the Zhong family class died under such fast flying knives.
In the blink of an eye, Zhao Rang determined that this hunchback should be one of the murderers who massacred the Zhong family class.
"Zhao Rang, I didn't want to kill you at first, and my sister just wanted you to retreat from the difficulties, but you insist on going into troubled waters, then consider yourself unlucky!"
The hunchback said fiercely.
"Your sister...Xiaolan?"
According to Chen Liushu, Xiaolan was an orphan he picked up from the mountains. The hunchback said that Xiaolan was his sister.
"What is your relationship with Shen Liushu?"
The movement in the house had been noticed by Ximen Dazhuang outside. He wanted to break open the door and rush in, but the seemingly broken wooden door bounced open hard.
The hunchback said with a ferocious smile:
"Let your good brother save some effort. The entire house is made of fine steel on the inside, and then it's just covered with a layer of rotten wood on the outside."
Zhao Rang took a breath of cold air.
Such sophisticated preparations are definitely not used against him. He just happened to catch up and jumped into some kind of planned big event. If you want to figure out the root cause of all this, the hunchback in front of you may be the only breakthrough. Zhao Rang calmed down and determined to capture him alive. Even if he cut off half of his tongue, he still had to ask the truth from his mouth.
Unexpectedly, the hunchback was even more anxious than Zhao Rang. With his good leg as the center and his knees slightly bent, he drove his whole body to spin rapidly again, then jumped up on the spot and slammed down towards Zhao Rang.
The blade of the knife in Zhao Rang's hand was already chipped. In desperation, he had no choice but to hold the knife with both hands and use the back of the knife to stop the hunchback from falling.
The hunchback pressed down on the mountain at such a fast speed, and his strength was more than a thousand catties!
But Zhao Rang blocked him with his arms straight. This shows that in terms of strength alone, this hunchback does not have an advantage.
Now he was hanging in mid-air, with nowhere to use force to change his body shape. Zhao Rang put down his left arm and turned the knife with his right hand. Like the arc of the moon, the blade was half pushing and half pressing, completely locking the hunchback's arms.
Then he mobilized his strength and suddenly charged forward, throwing the hunchback to the side, followed by a twisting kick, hitting the hunchback in the chest.
The hunchback flew out upside down and smashed several coffins before stopping.
This kick seems simple, but its strength is terrifying.
Taking this opportunity, Zhao Rang adjusted his breath slightly and prepared to deal with the hunchback's counterattack.
Although the kick just now was extremely strong, Zhao Rang felt something strange on the hunchback's chest. At the moment of contact, he relieved less than half of his strength, and then used the force to fly out. In fact, the damage he received was not much. big.
In the smoke and dust, the hunchback rushed towards me again.
Zhao Rang took a step back, dodged, and then used the strength of the knife tip to plunge it downwards, thereby stabilizing the unbalanced figure when he had just dodged.
An ancestor of the Zhao family once watched the clouds roll in and out, and realized a set of sword techniques, named after the word "cloud".
Cloud swords are divided into single and double swords, single clouds are single swords, and double clouds are double swords. Therefore, the will of God is supreme, softness is used to overcome hardness, slowness is used to defeat quickness, and late strikes are used to control others.
At this moment, Zhao Rang was standing still holding the sword in his right hand. His left hand was empty, but he was performing sword moves with his bare hands, using this unit sword!
I saw him standing with his left hand sideways, passing through the hunchback's shoulders, stroking it from back to front, brushing the tall pine trees on the hunchback, and suddenly exerting force to grab the back of the neck!
If this move was performed with a knife, the hunchback's shoulders and hunchback would have been flattened by the blade. Therefore, the hunchback did not dare to move rashly after the blood vessels on the back of his neck were grasped.
Zhao Rang was worried. Now that he was stable, he drew his sword, stabbed the hunchback through both hands, and nailed him to the ground.
Finally, he pressed the back of his head and inserted half of the knife's handle into his throat, pressing it against his teeth so that he could not bite his tongue to commit suicide.
After all this happened last night, Zhao Rang shouted outside:
"You two go around the house and look around. There must be a trap!"
Ximen Dazhuang and the deputy shopkeeper immediately started groping alone.
The two walked around the house two and a half times before discovering the location of the agency message from the rotten wood under a sunken area.
"Hurry up! I can't fucking hold on anymore!"
Although the hunchback was restrained, he still kept hitting Zhao Rang with his back, extremely fiercely. The arch on his back was extremely hard, and the impact made Zhao's chest hurt. People outside the house searched around for two and a half times, but it felt to him that it took another two and a half years...
