Chapter 708: Dead Eagle

Listening to Xiao Nuanzi's words, Chef Ma sighed: "It's a pity that Saibei Yihua didn't leave me a son and a half daughter." ”

Xiao Nuanzi sneered: "I didn't expect that the ruthless and amorous Boss Ma is still thinking about my godchildren." ”

Cook Ma looked like he wanted to speak and stopped.

Xiao Nuanzi pinched the iron lotus in his hand, and asked Cook Ma again: "Where did you hide the treasure?"

When he said this, his voice was cold and stern, and it made people's hearts furious to listen to.

Cook Ma sneered, "Why do you want to tell you the secret of my treasure?" he paused, and then slowly continued, "Unless ......"

Xiao Nuanzi's voice was a little hurried: "Unless what?"

Cook Ma smiled: "Unless you are willing to be my son!"

Xiao Nuanzi's white face gradually turned red, and then gradually turned blue and black. People only have such expressions on their faces when they are most angry.

Chef Ma knew that Xiao Nuanzi was angry, but he was not afraid. Could it be that he was deliberately provoking Xiao Nuanzi to make a move?

Xiao Nuanzi really made a move.

The iron lotus seemed to hit a sharp flash, and it hit the horse cook's chest. The area of the chest is large, and there are many chances of success. Xiao Nuanzi just wants to hit it with one blow, so he leaves no room for a shot. The iron lotus hit the horse cook's chest hard.

Cook Ma didn't move, his face full of disdain.

Xiao Nuanzi's face changed, and he turned pale in an instant. The iron lotus flower broke, and he only held the half-cut handle in his hand.

Cook Ma sneered: "For the sake of a flower in Saibei, I will spare your dog's life." ”

Xiao Nuanzi's face turned iron-blue, and he stepped back step by step: "Boss Ma's peerless martial arts are worthy of his reputation. ”

Chef Ma didn't look at Xiao Nuanzi, and turned to look at Lao Lu: "You are worshipping brothers, my brother is gone, why don't you send it away as a brother?"

Lao Lu trembled: "Yes...... It's ......"

When Lao Lu and Xiao Nuanzi left, Cook Ma still watched without moving.

The back garden is dead and quiet again. After a long time, Cook Ma let out a long breath, he looked at the iron lotus on the ground in a daze, his body suddenly trembled violently, and his white and chubby face had become red. Blood slowly flowed out of the horse cook's mouth and nostrils.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound in the Ma Chef Restaurant. Cook Ma hurriedly picked up the iron lotus and staggered into the bamboo forest......

In the hall on the first floor of the Ma Chef Restaurant, beside the mysterious black leather coffin, a group of people were around, led by a tall and thin old man. The old man was horribly thin, his cheeks were sunk deeply, and his face was only skin and bones. In the collapsed eye sockets, a pair of eyes are as bright as lights. The old man's nose was raised high and strangely curved. The most eye-catching thing is the ears of the old man. The old man's ears were large and round, and the veins on them were red. The old man's hair is thinning. The thinning hair was curled into a walnut-sized ball with a shiny gold needle pinned to it. The old man wore a black tunic with a high collar, and his slender neck was hidden in the high collar. Who would have thought that this strange-looking old man was actually the head of the nursing home of Master Tai in Beijing, no one knew his original name, but his nickname was famous. The old man has a strange appearance, and his nickname is also weird. The old man's nickname turned out to be the Dead Man's Eagle!

The Dead Man Eagle stood quietly in front of the black-skinned coffin with his hands on his back, his eyes flashing, his thin lips pursed tightly, and there was not a trace of a smile on his thin face. Behind him stood seven or eight sturdy men, all of whom had serious expressions on their faces.

The dead eagle stared closely at the black leather coffin in front of him, and suddenly sneered: "Is there really a treasure hidden in this coffin?" As soon as he said this, someone stood up behind him and spoke respectfully: "Eight hundred miles of urgent paperwork!

The Dead Man Eagle breathed a long sigh of relief, and said lightly: "If Detective Cripple Li saw it with his own eyes, then he would be completely sure!" As he spoke, his hand shrunk into his robe suddenly poked out. These hands are so terrifying that there is not a trace of flesh visible in the palms and fingers, and a thin bone wrapped in black skin. These hands, no, to be exact, more like the claws, the claws of an eagle!

The Dead Eagle's hand reached out and slowly pressed it against the black coffin. His movements are slow and he seems to be gentle.

The seven or eight sturdy men behind the dead eagle all craned their necks to look ahead, and they knew what was going to happen.

The Dead Eagle's hand on the black-skinned coffin slowly retracted. That's when something strange happened. The thick coffin board suddenly cracked into four large pieces, and then each piece instantly cracked into thousands of small pieces.

The onlookers shouted back in surprise.

The Dead Eagle's face also changed.

In the black coffin, there was no treasure, but a giant python the size of a bucket. The python's eyes had turned dead gray, and its eyeballs did not move.

The Dead Man Eagle frowned, its towering, crooked nose moving.

There is no fishy smell, just a faint fragrance. The fragrance is fragrant and refreshing.

Seven or eight sturdy men, covering their noses and retreating, they are all veterans of the rivers and lakes, and they are worried that the aroma is poisonous.

The Dead Man Eagle glanced at them contemptuously and said lightly: "This is a thousand-year-old ghost oil incense, smeared on the corpse, which can keep the flesh from decaying." ”

I don't know how long this giant python has been dead, and if it weren't for the thousand-year-old ghost oil incense, I'm afraid it would have rotted long ago. The big and round ears of the dead eagle suddenly moved, a pair of golden eyes flashed with cold light in the collapsed eye sockets, and he spoke, his voice was so cold that it was terrifying: "The lame Li Qianli passed the book, is it just for a dead snake?" As soon as he asked this sentence, another person behind him stood up respectfully and spoke in a thin voice: "Although the lame Li is known as a detective, there must be times when the horse stumbles." I guess......" Before the man could finish his words, a man with an axle popped out of the crowd. The axle man roared angrily, and his fan-like palm smashed down his head and face. The soft-spoken man screamed, staggered, and almost fell. The face of the whisperer was clearly imprinted with five blood-red fingerprints.

The slap was hard enough and heavy, but the axle man was still angry. He rolled up his arms and sleeves, and wanted to rush over.

The Dead Eagle coughed and slowly turned around.

The two big men immediately stopped, and they both stood with their heads down.

The dead eagle glanced at the axle man and said coldly: "For the sake of the lame Li, I can not kill you!"

The green tendons on the axle man's forehead were bulging, his neck was bulging, and his face was flushed, red like chicken blood.

The Dead Man Eagle said lightly: "Detective Cripple Li is in awe of the old man, I didn't expect his apprentice to dare to be so presumptuous in front of me." ”

The axle man's voice trembled: "The reason why the younger generation hit people is to let you know that the family teacher has not made a mistake before, and this time it will definitely not be!"

(End of chapter)