I didn't understand Mr. Wang's words for a while, because from the time I met Mr. Wang until now, he kept talking about how my grandfather had all his plans and plans. It sounded like my grandfather was definitely a very smart man. A worldly master.
In this case, if someone can really use my grandfather as a pawn, then that person is indeed powerful, and he is so powerful that he doesn't want to use it.
But the question is, didn’t Mr. Wang just say that he was my grandfather’s chess piece? Why did my grandfather suddenly become someone else's pawn again?
Besides, my grandfather has already exhausted all his plans, how can he still be used as a pawn? Didn't he get to this point before he was alive?
Therefore, I most likely don’t believe what Mr. Wang said, and I think Mr. Wang is just being alarmist. After all, I finally accepted my grandfather’s scheming persona. It was hard to believe that there were still people in this world who could scheme against my grandfather.
So I asked Mr. Wang, why do you say my grandfather is someone else’s pawn?
Mr. Wang glanced at me and did not answer me in a hurry. Instead, he took out a handful of copper coins from his arms and held them tightly in his right hand. He was so strong that I could see the blood vessels on the back of his hand, for fear that others would rob him. This one is like a handful of copper coins.
But even though he held his right hand so tightly, he reached for his right fist with his left hand and took out a copper coin. Even though he was standing opposite me and the light was not too bad now, I still couldn't see him clearly. How on earth did he take out the copper coin from his right fist?
After he took out the copper coin, he held it between the fingers of his left hand and turned it back and forth while moving his lips slightly, probably thinking about something. The sound was very low and I couldn't hear it clearly.
After his mouth didn't move, I saw him raise his left hand upwards, and the copper coins between his fingers were thrown out. After somersaults on the coffin, it fell leisurely. Only when the copper coin fell halfway, I saw Mr. Wang raise his right fist and hit the coin.
There was a dull sound, and the back of Mr. Wang's right fist hit the coffin lid hard, causing the plane placed on the coffin to jump up.
After Mr. Wang moved his right fist away, I saw a small gap perpendicular to the straight line on the left side of the coffin lid. If you don't look carefully, you won't even notice it.
The copper coin hit by the fist had long since disappeared.
When I contacted that small gap, my eyes widened immediately. When I looked at Mr. Wang again, I even opened my mouth unconsciously.
There is no doubt that that small gap was left by all the copper coins being submerged into the coffin lid! In other words, Mr. Wang used the back of his fist to smash the copper coin into the coffin lid!
The most important thing is that it was smashed in vertically!
Although I had seen Mr. Wang forcefully press nails into the coffin lid with his thumb before, when I saw this scene, I couldn't help but widen my eyes.
After all, nails are pointed, so it is relatively easy to pierce the coffin lid plate. Moreover, the nail head is relatively wider, and the skin is pressed on a wider area when pressed. Unlike a copper coin, when it is stood up, it is only not much wider than the line!
I blurted out almost subconsciously, "Mr. Wang, tell me honestly, have you ever practiced Iron Sand Palm?" Don't worry, I will definitely help you keep it a secret and won't tell anyone else.
Mr. Wang gave me a very disdainful glance and said, "I don't know if your skull is dripping with sand. Do you have a lump on your skull?" Martial arts novels are all lies, why don’t you have a long memory? I once called "three-point penetration into the wood", which is also the method used by our carpenters.
I hurriedly asked, can you teach me?
If you learn this trick and start a live broadcast on Douyin, will the Rocket Yacht fly up?
Mr. Wang shook his head and told me straightforwardly, please don’t harm me, I don’t want to die.
I was very surprised and asked hurriedly, why is Zilang talking?
He said, if you are lucky, craftsmen and people will keep an eye on you. If you become my disciple, will I have a good life? Unless I want to die, I won't be able to teach you even a little bit even to death.
I didn't expect that I would be such a hot potato in Mr. Wang's eyes, so I tentatively asked him, don't you have any thoughts on my luck?
After I finished speaking, I felt that this was inappropriate, so I added, "Of course, don't get me wrong. I'm not doubting you, I'm just asking." And, if you want, I can forward it to you. This is the truth, not a test.
I absolutely trust Mr. Wang, even though he had seen my grandfather's face when he came to the throne. If he didn't crack it, he himself would die. But after he solved the problem of inviting immortals to ascend the throne, he could completely ignore my photo that was placed in Chen Guzi's mourning hall and just leave on his own.
In that case, as long as he runs fast enough, Baili Corpse Monument can't do anything to him. But he didn't. Not only did he not leave, he also chose to help me deal with the follow-up matters. I still remember this kindness.
Therefore, if Mr. Wang really has an idea about my luck, I will never refuse. Anyway, I am just an ordinary person with no pursuits or ambitions. It doesn’t matter to me whether I have this luck or not.
But Mr. Wang stopped what he was doing, looked at me, and said to me, don't harm me. My senior brother taught me a lesson through his mistakes, that is, don't be greedy if you don't buy things for yourself.
After finishing speaking, he repeated the previous action and embedded the second copper coin into the coffin lid. I looked specifically and saw that it was some distance away from the first one, and the distance from the straight line was also different from the first one.
During this interval, I asked him, what happened to your senior brother?
Mr. Wang said that he didn’t know the details, but he only knew that he was a bit like your grandfather. He had been planning for decades, and he also used the method of inviting immortals to ascend the throne. In the end, he didn’t get anything, but lost his life in vain.
I was shocked when I heard this. Tell me, your senior brother also wants to hide it?
Mr. Wang sneered and said, you're hiding it! If he had the ability to conceal his fate, he wouldn't have to make other plans for luck. He was plotting someone else's luck, only to be killed by someone else.
I was even more surprised when I heard this. After all, Mr. Wang is so powerful, so wouldn't his senior brother be even more powerful? Is there anyone who can kill all his senior brothers?
But I quickly figured it out. After all, there is no rule that a senior brother must be better than a junior brother. It is possible that Mr. Wang’s senior brother is average in level?
I was just about to praise Mr. Wang for being more powerful than his senior brother, but I heard Mr. Wang punch the coffin board with a bang, which was louder than before and shocked me.
Mr. Wang said angrily, "Fart!" There are four of us carpenters named Ming and Xuanhua Chengliu. I am ranked second at most. My senior brother Wang Mingxuan does not know how many times more solid (powerful) than me. If he comes here, I will not be beaten by a child. The craftsman is being played as a chess piece?
I was even more confused when I heard this. Let me tell you, he was so powerful and he was killed? It must be a rumor, right?
Mr. Wang shook his head and said that it was probably not a rumor, because it was said that that person was there at that time, and it was probably that person who had done the trick.
I asked, who is that person?
Mr. Wang said, you have to go find someone, Zhang Hazi, soon.
It's Zhang Hazi again, how powerful is this guy?
Mr. Wang is already unrivaled in my eyes. Isn’t Wang Mingxuan, who is countless times more powerful than Mr. Wang, already super? Calculating this, wouldn't Zhang Hazi, who could kill Wang Mingxuan, be a super god?
I have higher expectations for that Zhang Hazi.
Mr. Wang seemed unable to understand my excitement, and only focused on the movements of his hands. After seven bangs were heard in the mourning hall, Mr. Wang finally clapped his hands, took off the plane from the coffin lid, and walked to the head of the coffin. Duan, ask me, have you figured out why your grandfather's chess piece was a different chess piece?
