Chapter 785: Lao Jiu's coffin shop

Li Chaodu suddenly remembered a place, a good place that made his heart surging and his blood boiling.

Li Chaodu knew that in that place, he would definitely be able to see Fengxue Bottle, and there were many people he wanted to meet.

Beijing. Phoenix Town. The town is not big, but the population is thriving. At the morning market, men and women, young and old, fill the town to the brim.

It's a coffin shop. The storefront is not big. The pitch-black gate, the pitch-black knocker, renders this place solemn and mysterious. It's quiet, a cold, secluded and broken street that separates the coffin shop from the hustle and bustle of the bustling town of Phoenix.

The shopkeeper was a short and dumpty man in his forties, with a bitter gourd face without a hint of a smile. The shopkeeper is well-dressed and elegant, the fabrics are of fine workmanship, and the colors are all jet-black. The shopkeeper's bitter gourd face is very white. His big white face and his dark clothes happened to be in stark contrast.

Black thoroughly, white dazzling, black and white!

The shopkeeper's name doesn't know what it's called, but his trumpet is known from far and near - Lao Jiu. Lao Jiu has opened a coffin shop for some years. He lost money in other transactions, but it was smooth sailing to open a coffin shop. He is a person who was born with a dead face and sells coffins, which is very suitable. Other shops have already opened, but Lao Jiu's coffin shop is still closed.

Lao Jiu didn't have the habit of getting up early, until the sun was a few bamboo poles high, he got up and slowly opened the door. Then he sat down on a stone pier covered with sable skins with a gloomy face. Lao Jiu never sat on a chair, even if it was a chair used by the emperor, he didn't sit on it. As for the reason for this habit, even Lao Jiu himself can't tell the reason.

As soon as Lao Jiuyi sat on the stone pier, Xiao Ningning brought a cup of fragrant tea. On the stone table next to it, there was also a pot of boiling water.

Xiao Ningning is Lao Jiu's goddaughter. The child is well-behaved and dexterous, and his hands and feet are particularly diligent. The old man is in his nineties and forties and has not yet started a family, and Xiao Ningning is his only companion. Lao Jiu is not short of silver, and his coffin shop, within a radius of dozens of miles, is very famous. As long as someone dies, Lao Jiu must be invited to the house. People not only want to buy the coffin in Lao Jiu's shop, but also ask Lao Jiu to look at the grave and see Feng Shui. At this time, there were a lot of silver stuffed into Lao Jiu's arms.

Today, as usual, Lao Jiu sat on a stone pier covered with sable skin, and drank tea with full attention. I have drunk most of the boiling water in the kettle. Lao Jiu drank the tea in the cup, and then picked up the kettle and poured water.

Lao Jiu's hand shook suddenly, and a strange expression appeared on the white bitter gourd face.

On the gloomy and dilapidated street, a small sedan chair was suddenly carried in. The sedan curtain was raised, and a thin old man walked out of it. The old man was thin and always had a gentle smile on his face. He walked over, followed closely by two stocky young men. They are like the shadow of the old man, never leaving the old man's left and right. This thin old man is none other than the newly appointed Yin Hao of the Beijing Mansion. The two short and fat young men behind Hao Ji were none other than Xiao Wu and Xiao Liu.

Lao Jiu didn't know Hao Mosa. Hao Ji Zhi knew Lao Jiu.

Xiao Wu and Xiao Liu followed behind Hao Ji without saying a word.

Lao Jiu gently put the big kettle filled with hot water aside, and stood up with the tea bowl: "Old man, please inside!" He spoke very politely, but there was no smile on his face, and the white bitter gourd face was even uglier than the face of a dead man.

The atmosphere in the room was dreary and almost suffocating.

The widow carefully examined the furnishings in the room. Tables, chairs and benches are all made of the best materials. The porcelain on the table is the best of the best. Even the cushions on the stone piers are made of precious sable skin.

Hao Jiyi suddenly smiled: "The boss must have made a lot of money doing business." ”

Lao Jiu looked at Hao Pavilion's relics coldly, and said coldly: "The old gentleman came to the shop, I don't know what to do?" He had already seen that Hao Pavilion's relics were not here to buy coffins. His old nine's shop only welcomes customers who bring silver.

Lao Jiu's face was elongated, a face was so cold that it was about to freeze.

He pulled up a chair and sat down slowly. Little Five and Six stood behind him silently.

Lao Jiu's heart was a little nervous, although he couldn't see the identity of Hao's remains, but he could also see that this thin old man was by no means an idle person. If it were an ordinary person, who would come in a sedan chair? Looking at the other party's clothes and appearance, it is estimated that he is an old squire with deep knowledge. Rich people, Lao Jiu has seen a lot, but this one is a little different. As for what is different, Lao Jiu can't say anything for a while.

Hao leaned back lightly on the back of the chair, leaning sideways, looking very calm.

Lao Jiu finally couldn't help but speak: "The old gentleman came to the shop, I don't know what to see?"

Hao Ji Yi smiled, and suddenly said, "A few days ago, did the big boss take over a big deal?"

Lao Jiu was taken aback, and his big white face became whiter: "I don't know what the old gentleman said?"

Hao Jiyi's face was still very peaceful: "The afternoon before yesterday, the big boss sold a coffin. After he said this, his eyes were firmly fixed on Lao Jiu's face.

Lao Jiu shook his spirit. Because he suddenly found that Hao's eyes were surprisingly bright. Not only bright, but also razor-sharp and cold.

Lao Jiu was stunned, and said in a trembling voice: "The small shop is a coffin shop...... A coffin, what kind of big deal is it?" His heart was pounding as he said this.

Hao Ji said lightly: "But that coffin is very special. ”

Lao Jiu's face changed greatly, and he said in a trembling voice: "A coffin is a coffin, there is ...... What's so special?"

The smile on Hao's face slowly faded, and his eyes burst out with a sharp light: "But your coffin is not filled with a dead person, but a big living person." ”

Lao Jiu's Adam's apple rolled violently, and the muscles in the corners of his eyes throbbed violently: "What did ......you say?" Who the hell is this?"

Hao Jiyi sneered and looked at Lao Jiu: "I can condemn you to death!"

Lao Jiu looked at Hao Pavilion's relics in surprise and said in surprise: "You...... You are ......"

Hao Ji Ji said lightly: "The old man is the newly appointed Yin Hao Ji of the Beijing Mansion. ”

Lao Jiu was stupid, he never dreamed that the first-class member of the imperial court, Lord Yin of the capital, would patronize his small coffin shop. At dusk the afternoon before yesterday, someone did buy a coffin, and the person in the coffin was indeed not dead. Lao Jiu didn't dare to ask more, because he knew the patron who bought the coffin. The person who bought the coffin turned out to be Li Da from the Taishi Mansion. Although the Taishi Mansion has suffered, Yu Wei is still there. What's more, Li Da honestly paid hundreds of times higher than others. For a Nanmu coffin, Li Da honestly paid 30,000 taels of silver. Take a look at the latest chapter of "Danzun Evil God Claw Machine Book House" to read for free for the first time.