What should you do if a dog bites you?

Do you also lie down and bite back?

This was the dog's practice, and John naturally disdained it. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

He was human, and the first heir to the 7,000-acre plantation, in other words, a man of status, though he had always hated this self-righteous superiority.

But it has to be said that sometimes being superior is indeed the best way to solve the problem, and it allows you to ignore all doubts and continue to go your own way.

With a cane, John walked up to the relatives of the deceased, took out a handkerchief, carefully wiped the tears from the child's face, and comforted,

"Stop crying, everything will be fine."

Perhaps it was the curiosity of strangers, or John's explosive personal charm, under his comfort, the two brothers who had just lost their father miraculously stopped crying, shrunk into their mother's arms, and looked at him curiously.

"I can't see that my eldest nephew still has this ability to comfort people, and I don't know which girl this ability is trained from." Bill clutched his big belly and coaxed happily.

"Shut up and don't talk when you're dumb."

John glared at him, rubbed his brother's bird's nest, put his handkerchief into his brother's hand, stood up, and said to the crowd around him,

"Can anyone tell me what happened to these six bodies?"

"You don't even see it, of course it's ......"

An unseemly voice, like someone's greasy face, is always disgusting.

"Shut up and stand up, I didn't ask you."

"You're telling me to shut up again." The fat on Bill's face was twisted into two balls of meat steamed buns, and he shouted arrogantly,

"I'm your uncle, you actually told me to shut up, and twice, you uneducated bastard, you've been in college for the past three years."

He used to scold John like this, and the effect has always been very good, but what he didn't know was that the person in front of him was no longer the artist with a noble personality and a very poor heart before, but an old fritter who had experienced the bombardment of the Internet in the 21st century.

The poisonous tongue has always been the preserve of modern people.

John grinned, walked up to Bill, swept up and down, and said with great contempt,

"Just you, you still want to be my uncle, you short winter melon with short limbs, you are also worthy of being my uncle, let's grow half a meter first!"

"You...... You...... How dare you scold me! ”

"What's wrong with me scolding you, just like you, with a big belly, a fat brain, if you walk on the road and don't look back, others will only treat you as an unmarried and pregnant underage girl."

As soon as these words came out, the people around him suddenly became happy, and they all covered their mouths and looked at Bill's big belly with bad intentions, not to mention, his belly looked really like an underage girl who was pregnant before marriage.

Scolding seems to be rough, but it is actually a rigorous academic problem, as long as you find the pain point, you don't need to talk too much, a few simple sentences can make people more popular than death.

As everyone knows, how Wang Lang was scolded to death by Zhuge Liang, just because he had a deep guilt for the Han family in his heart, and after being caught by someone, he lifted the old bottom in just a few words, and was so angry that he crashed to death under the horse.

Bill pointed at John tremblingly, the whole person was about to die, his face was red and his neck was thick, and the laughing eyes of the people around him were like steel needles piercing him in pain, and he couldn't get up in one breath, so he fell directly to the ground and gasped for breath, and he couldn't do it, but even so, the crowd of onlookers still laughed, and no one paid attention to him.

It can be seen that this guy's reputation is simply extremely bad.

John glanced at him expressionlessly, turned to a middle-aged man with a gray beard, took off his horned hat, and bowed,

"Uncle Hank, how did those people die?"

Uncle Hank's full name is Hank Wharton, about fifty years old, he fought in the Indian War with his father when he was young, and later retired, did not find a livelihood, and joined Conton Manor at the invitation of his father, became the captain of the patrol, and this work was more than ten years, and has always been his father's most trusted friend.

"The vampire came last night."

Hank tapped his pipe, his face a little heavy.

Hearing this, John was silent for a moment, remembering what happened last night, and his heart was very depressed, Serena did not suck her own blood in the end, so where did her food come from.

The answer is self-explanatory.

Looking at the six bodies placed side by side not far away, John suddenly realized that he had to do something, for himself and for Serena.

"What are the identities of those six people?" John asked Hank,

"Three hapless patrolmen, an overseer, a servant, and a."

"What about the family? Are they all here? ”

"Except for the servant, the rest are poor ghosts that no one wants, how can there be any family." Hank sighed, not knowing what came to mind, and his tone was a little gloomy.

"I see."

John nodded, made up his mind, said goodbye to Uncle Hank, and went directly to the wife who had lost her husband, put his hat on his chest, bowed slightly, and said,

"Madame, what can I do for you?"

"My husband is a believer in the Old Religion, and he said before his death that he hoped that the body would be buried according to the customs of the Old Religion."

"Delusional!"

The old bastard got up from the ground at some point, opened his mouth and shouted,

"Your family Thorn was bitten to death by a vampire demon, his soul is destined to enter hell reincarnation, and his body has been cursed, if he is not burned, he will sooner or later become a demon minions, and you dare to ask for a burial, it's just whimsical."

When she heard this, the woman immediately hid her face and wept, and even the child in her arms began to cry with Wawa.

John glared at Bill fiercely, having lived for more than twenty years, he had never hated a person so much as he did now.

"Old bastard, if I don't kill you today, I won't be called John Condon."

John gritted his teeth, suppressed the anger that welled up in his heart, and said to the woman kindly,

"I can ask the priest to give Mr. Thorn a burial, but an hour after the burial, the coffin needs to be dug up again and burned along with the body," said John apologetically, after a pause.

"I know it's offensive......"

"Nope! Master John, you don't need to apologize, I am very satisfied that you can do this, and the spirit of the heavenly beings who trust you will remember your kindness. ”

"Madame, I am ashamed of your open-mindedness."

John sighed, got up and looked at the doubtful, uneasy, or frightened faces around him, and said loudly,

"I'm sure you've heard what I've just said, but this afternoon, I'm going to ask the priest to hold the funerals of the six victims, who were part of Condon Manor, neighbors, friends, or foes, and now they're dead, dust and dust, and let the past pass, and I hope that all of you here will attend the funeral this afternoon, and send off the last leg of their lives as the living."

"In addition, I have one more thing to declare, Mr. Thorn gave a lot to Condon Manor during his lifetime, and now that he has unfortunately died, as the heir of Condon Manor, I have the responsibility and obligation to let his family live a stable life, and his monthly salary will be paid as usual until the two children grow up."

After saying a word, the people around him immediately began to discuss, and they all looked at John with incredible eyes, is this still the eldest young master who can only hide in the house and draw?

But no matter how they talked about it and were curious, John's eloquent words showed the responsibility that a man should have, which was convincing.

"I disagree!"

But at this moment, a discordant voice appeared.