Chapter 681: A Hot Potato

"Nerg killed one of your fellows, and I hope Mr. Ma will forgive me. Old Lady Xiao sighed.

Chef Ma was stunned, he was about to ask for an explanation, but suddenly felt something fall on his face. He reached out and touched it, and there was a shocking amount of blood on his hand. Sticky blood was falling on Cook Ma's face one by one.

Cook Ma retreated in surprise, and when he looked up, he saw a familiar face on the ceiling.

A young man from Chef Ma's Restaurant was sticking to the ceiling without moving. The young man's eyes bulged out, and his tongue stretched out. The sticky blood was pouring down from his mouth, drop by drop.

Cook Ma's eyes widened and he stepped back in surprise.

How can a dead man stick to the ceiling?

Cook Ma couldn't figure it out, he trembled all over, and his fat face turned pale.

Old Mrs. Xiao sighed and said, "Mr. Ma is angry, why don't you go over to make amends?" she looked at the short and withered man, and there was already a reproach in her eyes.

The short, withered, thin man slowly stood up and walked towards the horse cook.

Strange things happen. As soon as the thin man stood up, the corpse that was clinging to the ceiling fell with a thud.

The young man's body slammed into the floor with a dull roar.

Cook Ma was startled, he trembled all over, and his urine almost shook out.

Watching the thin man approach him step by step, the nervousness on Cook Ma's face became stronger and stronger.

Old Mrs. Xiao, who was standing on the side, smiled: "Although Nerge is a reckless person, he will never kill innocents indiscriminately. ”

Cook Ma stopped, he wanted to smile, but the expression on his face was a hundred times more ugly than crying.

At the corner of the stairs, two men in black suddenly rushed out, dressed in strange clothes, and they didn't look locals. The two men in black placed the young man's body in an oversized black package, and wiped the blood from the floor. Pretending to be a corpse and wiping the floor, the action is swift, in one go, and never drags mud and water.

Chef Ma watched the two men in black go downstairs, and he was still standing there stunned.

The bodies were gone, the blood on the ground was wiped clean, and everything was back to its original state as if nothing had happened.

Cook Ma stood stunned, as if he had a nightmare.

Just when Cook Ma was stunned, he suddenly felt something touching his face.

Cook Ma was shocked. As soon as his hand was raised, he felt something cross his cheek. Before the horse cook could react, he saw a little monkey with yellow hair and a long tail, and he fled as if he were flying.

The little monkey with the yellow hair and long tail hid behind Old Lady Xiao, stretched out half of its head, and grimaced at the horse cook.

Cook Ma touched the scratches on his face, and his heart relaxed slightly.

The thin and withered Nerge didn't know when he stood beside the horse cook.

Cook Ma suddenly saw Nelg beside him and was startled.

Nerge looked at Cook Ma coldly, and his voice was even colder: "My master wants to make friends with you, I wonder if Mr. Ma is willing?"

Chef Ma smiled sneeringly: "Willing...... Willing...... Can't ask for it...... Sansheng is fortunate to ......"

Nelg nodded, and as soon as his little head shook, the earrings the size of copper coins on his ears kept shaking.

Mrs. Xiao slowly leaned back in her chair with a smile on her face: "Since Mr. Ma is willing to make me a friend, then I won't treat you as an outsider." ”

Chef Ma looked flattered, he bowed down and stood beside Mrs. Xiao, nodded and said, "Yes...... It's ......"

Old Mrs. Xiao suddenly lost her smile: "I came from afar to ask Mr. Ma to do me a favor." ”

Cook Ma hurriedly asked, "What's the matter?" ”

Mrs. Xiao said lightly: "The stakes are very high, if Mr. Ma is willing to help, the old body will be grateful!"

Cook Ma said, "Your old man is too polite...... I don't know what's going on?"

Old Lady Xiao didn't speak, and nodded at the thin and withered Nelge.

Nelg immediately rushed out, and after a short effort, he turned back. When he returned, he had an extra coffin under his arm.

The black leather coffin looks like it gives people a mysterious feeling.

Nelge gently placed the black coffin on the ground and stood aside with his hands down.

Old Mrs. Xiao looked at the black leather coffin on the ground with a serious face.

The muscles in the corners of Chef Ma's eyes were beating, and he asked in surprise, "Is this ......?"

Old Madam Xiao said coldly: "You put the coffin in the hall on the first floor, and someone will come to pick it up in seven days." ”

Cook Ma said curiously: "There is ...... in the coffin"

Old Madam Xiao interrupted him and said coldly: "This is a secret, you don't ask, let alone open it, otherwise, you will be killed." Mrs. Xiao said the words "murder" very seriously, and it sounded creepy.

Chef Ma nodded in surprise: "I see...... Got it......"

Old Mrs. Xiao regained her former kindness, she walked over with a smile on her face, and patted Cook Ma's broad shoulder: "Mr. Ma is indeed a good person, and it is a blessing for the old man to be able to make you a friend." ”

Cook Ma smiled, he smiled unnaturally, and the muscles on his face stiffened violently.

Night. Cold night.

Cook Ma stood alone in the hall on the first floor. In the center of the hall, on the eight-legged wooden table, the black coffin was placed upright. The head of the coffin was facing the doorway.

Chef Ma's restaurant suddenly became deserted. There were no customers who came to the door, and even the guys in the store left.

In the distance, sporadic voices could be heard from the streets. Cook Ma stood at the gate in a daze. He didn't know how long he had been standing, and he didn't know why he was standing so stupidly.

Cook Ma suddenly pinched his thigh hard. He could feel the pain, and he knew it wasn't a dream, but a living reality.

The lights were on in the room, but it was pitch black outside. Cook Ma let out a long sigh and slowly closed the door.

As soon as Cook Ma turned around, he heard a low cry coming from under the counter. The crying was small, intermittent, and came and went, but it was heard very well in the quiet of the night. Cook Ma walked over curiously, his bloated and fat body reflected on the ground. He stepped on his shadow and walked to the counter step by step. In the corner of the counter, a man with a round face and a short mustache curled up. The man had messy hair and looked embarrassed.

Cook Ma said strangely: "Old Lu, what's wrong with you?"

Lao Lu tightened into the corner of the counter, hugged his head tightly with his two hands, his body trembled uncontrollably, and his mouth said vaguely: "Don't kill me...... Don't kill me......"

Chef Ma was surprised, he didn't expect that Lao Lu, who was usually clever and flexible, would become like this.

There is still a lingering smell of wine in the restaurant, but everything is like a world away.

(End of chapter)