Zhu Zi knows his weight too well, if he shows his true face in public, he will never be born in the dark, and Duan Chu, who is very dedicated to himself, will also be affected.

The husband is not guilty, but he is guilty; The red face is innocent, and the water is ruined.

The owner of the coffin shop had already used a long handkerchief and dipped some white pulp in that bucket.

"The little girl's face is too painted, don't scrub it in a big way, clean it up little by little first, take your time, don't accidentally ruin your face." After the boss finished speaking, he handed the long handkerchief to Duan Chu.

Duan Chu smiled and held the long handkerchief, and walked towards the beads.

Zhu Zi shook his head and whispered to Duan Chu, "Brother Duan, can you change to a long handkerchief?" ”

After Duan Chu heard this, he glared at the beads.

Zhu Zi immediately changed his words: "Cousin, I want a new one." ”

Duan Chu smiled slightly, threw the long handkerchief into the boss's arms, and asked first, "What is the boss's surname?" ”

"VIPs don't have to be polite, small ones can be exempted from your surname Yin."

The coffin is yin, the boss's surname is yin, and he was really born to do this business.

Hearing Boss Yin's answer, Zhu Zi felt that this boss was even more gloomy than the coffin shop.

"Boss Yin, this long handkerchief, your buddy used it to wipe his sweat just now, I paid three hundred yuan, I have to give my cousin, find a new long handkerchief, the girl's family loves to be clean."

Boss Yin had no choice but to walk out of the workshop and find a new Changpa.

"Love cleanliness? Hum! I love to be clean and can paint my face! Boss Yin muttered quietly as he passed by Beads.

The bead only pretended not to hear, and reached out to pick up the planer next to it.

She wanted to use a planer to gouge twice on both sides of her little face, but looking at the young man over there, as soon as she planed down, a long piece of shavings formed on the board, and she didn't have the courage to do it to herself.

"Alas, let's still have a saw, it's better to pull a few scars than to cut off the skin."

Beads made up her mind in her heart, put down the planer and quietly picked up a small short saw.

Just as she lifted the saw, a hand suddenly reached out and snatched it away.

"Girls, don't touch these sharp weapons." Duan Chu threw down the short saw and said to her.

Seeing Duan Chu looking at himself reproachfully and with concern, Zhu Zi lowered his head and was silent, and then Boss Yin brought a new handkerchief.

"This is the handkerchief I bought for my mother-in-law today, I haven't used it once, okay!"

Boss Yin reluctantly threw the handkerchief to Duan Chu, but Duan Chu ignored him, bent down and dipped a little white pulp in the bucket, and walked towards the beads.

At this point, Zhu Zi could only close his eyes leisurely and let Duan Chu wipe his cheeks.

Boss Yin stared at the beads intently, he also wanted to take a good look at the young face of the little girl.

The boys also stopped what they were doing and stared at the beads like Boss Yin.

They were all disappointed in the results.

The beads were wiped by Duan Chu, and the coffin paint on his face did not even fall off.

Duan Chu wrung out the handkerchief and dipped it in more white pulp again, and the result was still the same.

In the end, the beads covered their faces and cried out in pain, and they couldn't stand the pungent smell, so Duan Chu stopped.

He looked at Boss Yin, gritted his teeth and said, "Boss Yin, you dare to trick me?" ”

Boss Yin smiled and didn't buy it: "Little brother, I can wipe the coffin paint with this white pulp, but I can't wipe my natural black face, so my cousin is obviously dark-skinned, and you still have the face to blame me!" ”

At this time, Boss Yin had already regarded Duan Chu as a peer who came to find fault.

You must know that around the main city of Pengzhou Mansion, he is the only one who makes coffins, and there are many people from other places who want to come to grab business.

Duan Chu didn't explain much, and Boss Yin's frivolous words angered him.

"Boss Yin, the price was set by yourself, and I also paid for it, if I don't wash off the black paint on my cousin's face, this matter will not be over!"

Without a little real effort, these peers will definitely not leave.

Thinking of this, Boss Yin stepped on the short saw, and the short saw immediately bounced.

He then quickly flew up and kicked at the shortsaw, which changed direction and went straight to Duan Chu's front door.

In the face of showing off his force, Duan Chu raised his right hand lightly, and his index and middle fingers were lightly clamped.

The flying saw had been pinched by him.

Duan Chu flicked his backhand, and the short saw spun and flew straight to the southeast corner of the workshop.

There was a lacquered and dusty coffin, as if it had been built for a long time.

With a bang, the shortsaw plunged into the side panel of the coffin, trembling like a viper and screaming.

Boss Yin and the guy both froze.

"There's a hard stubble, copy it for me!" Boss Yin shouted.

Although a few guys were afraid of Duan Chu's kung fu, they thought that they had a lot of people, so they picked up all kinds of sharp tools with Boss Yin and came over to surround Duan Chu and the beads.

Bang bang bang...... In the dusty coffin, there were suddenly three coherent muffled sounds.

Hearing this voice, Zhu Zi trembled, and then she realized that some of the yin qi that seeped her bones was generated from within because of fear, and some of it was emanating from the coffin.

She pulled Duan Chu's sleeve.

Duan Chu looked at the coffin, and was about to go over to check it, but suddenly there was a leisurely sigh from the coffin, and the coffin had obviously been buried, and even the seven soul suppression nails had been nailed.

Could it be that the dead cannot be resurrected?

Hearing this sigh, several of the men were frightened, threw down their weapons and rushed out the door.

Boss Yin also changed his face, put down his weapon with a smile, and bowed to Duan Chu again.

"This master, you're right, I took the money, and the matter will be done, so let's do it three days, you come back in three days, I promise to make you satisfied, if you are not satisfied, I will refund ten times!"

Duan Chu's eyes were like swords, and he asked, "Boss Yin, do you raise corpses?" ”

Boss Yin was almost scared to death, and hurriedly defended: "This little master, Master Wen is selfless and strict in punishment, how dare I play those crooked ways under his rule, inside are my elders!" ”

"Forgive me for not daring to raise corpses! I'll be back in three days! ”

Duan Chu put down this sentence, and without waiting for the Yin boss to talk more, he pulled the beads and walked out of the coffin shop quickly.

When they went out, they found the fellows, panting in the sun of the wilderness, and it seemed that they did not know the secret in the coffin.

Walking around to the front of the row of shops, Duan Chu stopped in front of a food stall.

ordered two servings of vegetarian dishes and a bowl of fish, and the two found a corner where no one was around.

"Aren't you afraid that he's really a corpse keeper?" Beads asked in a whisper.

"It doesn't matter if he raises a corpse or not, he collects money to eliminate disasters for others, and if he doesn't wash off the paint on your face, I will let him become a raised corpse."

After Duan Chu finished speaking, he filled Zhuzi with a bowl of rice and pushed the fish in front of her.

"Give me all the delicious food, why are you so good to me?" Beads put down their chopsticks and asked.

"Because you are now my only relative, cousin!" Duan Chu replied.

Duan Chu's face was full of sincerity, as if he regarded his fake cousin as a real cousin.

The beads could see how much he longed for a family affection.

Even if it's only a family affection that has nothing in return.

Beads had eaten many delicacies that had been carved and decorated, but these two fish, which were no more than half a foot long, were her most delicious meal.

The delicacies that used to be the product of procedural generation and had no soul.

And the two grass carp in this thick bowl are steaming hot, full of warmth.

The beads also crave affection.

She hurriedly lowered her head to eat, and held back her tears.

She drained all the fish and drank the fish soup, not even a single coriander was left.

There was no alcohol for this meal, so it only cost twenty wen, and Duan Chu still had four hundred and eighty wen left in hand.