After speaking, Fang Tianbao waved his hand and motioned for Pipiru and Yao Xiaoming to go to the coffin shop to hide first. The three people broke into the coffin shop and startled the owner of the coffin shop. The boss is an old man in his sixties who wears a pair of elderly glasses. He looked the three young men in front of him up and down.

"You guys are ......," the boss asked, hunched over.

"Come in and have a look!" Pipiru said.

"See this?" The boss asked, pointing to the coffin being painted.

"Yes, do you have a bigger coffin here?" Yao Xiaoming was talking as he looked for a place to hide.

"You mean, are you going to buy it?" The boss scanned Yao Xiaoming and found that he was only 1.56 meters.

"That's right! Could it be that Lao Tzu is small, so he can't live in a bigger room? Yao Xiaoming was very disgusted by the boss's eyes. He's not just disgusted with the boss, he's disgusted with everyone who looks at his height.

"You three, you're young, you shouldn't buy me this thing, right?" The boss ignored them and continued to paint.

"If you don't buy it, just take a look and see if it's okay?" Fang Tianbao said, and then poked his head out slightly. At this time, several oblique black shadows were approaching this side step by step.

"It's not impossible to see. It's just that you're blocking my business. Oh, by the way, the motorcycle at the door, it's yours, right? Hurry up and push it away, and they all get rid of the flowers on my wreath. ”

"To push yourself, we are interested in coffins." Yao Xiaoming said. The boss shook his head, walked to the door of the store, and moved Yao Xiaoming's motorcycle away.

"Hey......" Yao Xiaoming just wanted to tell the boss not to move, but Fang Tianbao hurriedly stopped him.

"Brother, I think, it's too late. They've seen your car. Or, just grieve your ...... first? Fang Tianbao said, and hugged Yao Xiaoming horizontally. Taking advantage of the moment when the boss went out to push the motorcycle, Fang Tianbao had to put Yao Xiaoming into the black "house".

"Hey, Brother Bao, why, why me......" Yao Xiaoming knew that Fang Tianbao must be trying to use himself as bait. But why is it always him? Yao Xiaoming didn't want to do it. However, he couldn't stop doing it. Pipiru took Fang Tianbao's look, although he didn't know what Fang Tianbao wanted to do. However, he still grabbed Yao Xiaoming's feet according to Fang Tianbao's intentions.

"One, two, three......" Fang Tianbao and Pipiru lifted Yao Xiaoming up. Then, as soon as he let go, he directly threw Yao Xiaoming into the black coffin.

"Damn, it stinks inside...... And cockroaches......" Yao Xiaoming wanted to climb out. However, Fang Tianbao and Pipiru had already closed the lid of the coffin. The lid of the coffin, when it was covered, Fang Tianbao deliberately left a little gap. At that gap, Fang Tianbao also deliberately exposed Yao Xiaoming's belt slightly.

After the lid of the coffin was closed, Fang Tianbao and Pipiru each took a big wooden stick and hid it. Pipiru hides behind a giant wreath. Fang Tianbao hid behind a "villa".

Many of the people in this city are very superstitious. Every Qingming Festival, or when someone passes away, they always like to burn some good things for the dead by the way. Recently, it is said that in addition to burning cars, villas, and iPhones. Also, go directly to Taobao to buy a "Lin Chiling" to burn. There are many things in this world.

"Brother Bao, feet, feet, your feet ......" The "villa" in front of Fang Tianbao looked a little small. Pipiru hid behind a wreath and reminded him to put his feet away.

"Damn, you two, hurry up...... It's so smelly......" Yao Xiaoming hid in the coffin, feeling that people were about to die. Horror, let's not talk about it yet. What's more, it stinks so much inside. In addition to the strong smell of paint, Yao Xiaoming also clearly smelled of dead people.

That's right, the smell of the dead that Yao Xiaoming smelled was indeed the smell of the dead.

A few days ago, an old man with cancer passed away. The old man's son bought the coffin. However, unexpectedly, the old man's ashes had already been scattered in this coffin, but the old man's son accidentally won the lottery. Because the old man's son won more than 600,000. Immediately, his son thought that the coffin was too small and the wood was not good enough. Therefore, the owner of the coffin shop sent someone to send a new coffin. With the new coffin, this old coffin, although it has been used, can still be sold. So, the boss will put it up today and repaint it.

In other words, Yao Xiaoming hid in the coffin, and the muffled smell he smelled in his nose was indeed the smell of dead man's ashes. Many elderly people in this city have posthumous training during their lifetimes. Ask their offspring not to use urns for their ashes. Instead, just scatter their ashes in the coffin. Of course, when scattering ashes, it would be best if you could scatter a standard "big" figure figure.

"Damn, you kid don't talk anymore......" Fang Tianbao saw someone approaching, and hurriedly signaled Yao Xiaoming to stop talking.

"Hey, old man, when will this motorcycle stop here......" At this time, the three subordinates of Brother Blade, with knives in their hands, had already come to the door of the coffin shop. When they saw that the owner of the coffin shop was moving Yao Xiaoming's motorcycle away, they basically concluded that Fang Tianbao and a few of them were nearby.

"When did it stop here, how do I know? All I know is that they shouldn't park their motorcycles in front of my shop...... "The boss saw the three people, all with knives in their hands, and knew that it was not a good thing. So, he didn't say where Fang Tianbao was, nor when they stopped here.

"An old immortal, I'll stuff you in the coffin when I turn around, and roll ...... Lao Tzu" A big man pushed the owner of the coffin shop and rushed in.

Then, the second and third big men also came in.

In addition to Fang Tianbao, Pipiru and Yao Xiaoming were both trembling with fright, as if they had installed a motor. Yao Xiaoming hid in the coffin and trembled even more. So much so that the black coffin was clattered by his feet.

", okay, he's going to go first......" A big man saw the belt on the lid of the coffin, and he thought that there must be someone hidden inside.

"Three, or not, we'll ......," said another big man, trying to pull the belt with his hand. As a result, the man, who was called the "third child", waved his hand and motioned for everyone to do it together.

"Wait a minute, I'll count one, two, three, and we'll remove the lid together." Save him, and I want to take a step first......" When the third child said "go first", he couldn't help laughing.

"Okay!" The other two big men were also happy.

The three big men of "one, two, three, ......" exerted their strength at the same time, and the coffin lid was lifted off at once.

At this time, Yao Xiaoming, who was about to die, suddenly stood up from the coffin. He grabbed a handful of ash with his hand and wiped it directly on the face of the third child.

"Bah, bah, this, what the fuck is this gray......" The third child's mouth and face were all covered with that ash.

"I'm not afraid to tell you, it's the ashes ......" After Yao Xiaoming finished saying this, the big man vomited on the spot. Actually, Yao Xiaoming said this just as a joke. Unexpectedly, it was really ashes. Last time, when the old man with cancer was transferred from this coffin to another more expensive coffin. Several of his sons, because of their carelessness, also left a lot of old people's ashes in it.

"Damn, I cleaved you!" After the other two big men finished speaking, they saw Yao Xiaoming wipe a handful of ashes and retract back into the coffin.

Yao Xiaoming is small, and he is as agile as a monkey when he does this set of movements.

"Watch your back!" When Yao Xiaoming saw the two big men, he raised his knife in his hand. So, the feeling gave the two of them a wake-up call.

"Damn, such a scam, Lao Tzu Elementary School doesn't need to ......" The two big men just looked back slightly. They didn't find anyone. Moreover, they believed that Yao Xiaoming must have lied to them for self-preservation. Just when the two big men wanted to use machetes to divide Yao Xiaoming into pieces in the "house".

Only two muffled sounds of "flutter" were heard. Two huge wooden sticks were aimed at the back of the heads of the two big men. At that time, the two big men didn't even scream, and they fell down with a bang. The two sticks were sturdy. One stick is Fang Tianbao's, and the other is Pipiru's.

After the third child cleaned the ashes in his eyes, he suddenly found that his two brothers had already laid down. Moreover, opposite himself, there were already three people standing.

The three men, one tall and two short. The shortest one, who jumped out of the coffin, was only one meter five or six.

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"Damn, tell you not to move......"

"Brother Bao, I'm not moving, I'm tickling."

"It's not okay to tickle it!" Pipiru kicked at the third child.

"Alright, Pipiru, don't kick around. Didn't I put a knife against him? If you want to kick again, my hand will slip, and I will have to eat this kid in a while...... "Three people, in the coffin shop, knocked two unconscious, and caught one. The one who was arrested is called the third child.

Fang Tianbao wiped the neck of the third child with a knife, making him kneel in the center of the street of the Lice King Old Street. At this time, Brother Blade, with more than a dozen of his brothers, had also rushed over. Brother Blade was secretly shocked when he saw that his subordinates were being held by Fang Tianbao's neck.

"Fang Tianbao, today, you played a little bigger." When Brother Blade smiled, his face was hideous. Moreover, Fang Tianbao paid attention. The fingers of his right hand would shake unconsciously. That's right, that's a professional finger. Every time before the battle and the move, the fingers of the blade will shake. It's like a sword that understands human nature, as long as it encounters a strong murderous aura, it will also be resounding in the scabbard.

The blade took a deep breath. He never expected that after his three brothers had just entered the old street of the Lice King, two of them were knocked unconscious, and the third brother also asked Fang Tianbao to hold his neck with a knife.

"Playing big and small, it's not your blade brother who has the final say. Our Tianbao, just to play with ......" After Fang Tianbao finished speaking, he stepped on it and stepped back on the knee that the third child wanted to stand up on.

"Let the third child go, today's matter, let's pick a day with good weather and talk about it, how about it?" Brother Blade lit a cigarette and smiled.

"You said just let it go, should it be a fart?" Pipiru held the stick in his hand, and as he spoke, he couldn't help but roll his hands together. At the moment, Pipiru was scared though. However, when his hand was on Brother Bao's shoulder, he seemed to have a mysterious power. This force, like a fire, quickly burned into Pipiru's whole body.

What is leadership temperament. Perhaps, at this moment, Fang Tianbao has this mysterious temperament.

"Good! Fang Tianbao, do you want to play with? Then, I'll play with you with the three blind people......" At this moment, three or four figures came from the west side of the street of the Lice King. The one who took the lead was none other than the three blind men. The three blind men shouted at Fang Tianbao. Fang Tianbao turned his head and was taken aback. It turned out that when the three blind men came, he was still holding a girl with a knife.

"Xiaolu......" Fang Tianbao and Pipiru shouted.

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