Chapter 11: The Box in the Coffin
Kunlun's right hand Huangquan Blade picked up the incense burner, and the blood in it splashed straight towards the black cat, and it was a terrible scream, but it was not a cat's cry, it was more like a hysterical woman. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć But with this wail, the cat's body in the blood instantly turned into a black smoke, burning out like a blazing fire.
The crisis was resolved, Wei Bushu's face was full of relief, and Wu Xing had rushed over to support Kunlun.
"I'm fine." Kunlun looked scarred, but there was no trace of fatigue on his face.
Wu Xing's tears suddenly crackled and fell, and he wiped them twice with his sleeve, but the more he wiped them. Kunlun reached out and scratched at his head, "Hurry up and grow up." ā
This time, Wu Xing nodded heavily.
Wei Bushu called Qingpi to bandage Kunlun's wounds, and he came to the coffin by himself, at this time the paper man's face was already blank, and the faces carved by cat blood no longer existed. He stretched out his hand to the eighth: "Fire." ā
The eighth child understood, went outside and lit a yellow charm and threw it into the coffin. Hu Zi'an and Xiong Wu both surrounded him.
"Ah Kun, really give the fifth master a long face." Xiong Wu gave Kunlun a thumbs up, and the excitement seemed as if he was his own apprentice. He walked to Wei Bushu's side, saw that all the paper in the coffin was burned out, and snorted coldly: "Qimen tune, there are only a few in China that will be in this **** array, and it just so happens that we have an authentic one in Chengdu." ā
"This method is ancestral, Chengdu can't reach it, go to Xi'an and Beijing to check." The vigilance on Wei Bushu's face still hadn't slackened, he was staring at the disappearing flames, slowly sorting out all the details. After being silent for a while, he turned his head to look at Kunlun and Wu Xing: "How did you know that something happened here in the manor?" ā
Wu Xing and Kunlun glanced at each other and said, "I received a call from a person in the morning saying that a coffin had been dug up in my field. Wu Xing suddenly thought of something, and couldn't help but ask his father, "What about you?" How do you know? ā
"It's a phone call, too." Wei Bushu asked someone to bring his mobile phone, and he almost said with certainty, "There is a problem with this phone, because he said that I am the standing contact person of this house, and someone has told me that if something happens to the house, I will be the first person to contact." ā
This is understandable, after all, Qionglai belongs to Chengdu, of course, you have to find Wei Bushu in Chengdu, but after Wei Wuxing inherited the property, the legal procedures have been entrusted to a lawyer, and the real inheritance of this manor is only a matter of a month, or we may not know that the inheritance law has taken effect, and there are fewer people in the outside world who know this information, so who accurately knows that Wei Wuxing inherited the Wei Mansion in Chengdu and brought him here?
Qingpi handed over Wei Bushu's mobile phone, he usually hardly uses a mobile phone, and a few simple operations seem very clumsy, and when he clicked on the call, Wu Xing couldn't wait to paste his screen over.
Exactly the same eleven fixed-line numbers.
Wei Bushu returned the phone to Qingpi and instructed his subordinates: "Go check it out." He saw that there was some tangled emotion spreading in my eyes, and they looked at him as if seeking answers, and their eyes looked a little heavy.
Because both father and son thought of a possibility, the Wei family, or the other side branch of the Wei family, the Wei family relatives who were lucky enough to save their lives under the hands of their father and son.
"Huh?" Xiong Wu's suspicious voice attracted everyone's attention, and he saw that Xiong Wu's entire upper body was turned into the coffin, and his fat buttocks were stuck on the coffin wall, which was very funny.
Wei Bushu was just about to scold, when he heard him shout angrily in the coffin. "Shengye, there is a mezzanine underneath this."
As soon as these words came out, everyone gathered around, and Hu Zi'an dragged Xiong Wu out with great difficulty, and both of them were panting for breath. Xiong Wu waved his hand outward: "Come in with tools, quickly." ā
As soon as the words fell, the old eight flew up and kicked on the coffin, only to hear a cracking sound of "click", and the whole coffin was already torn apart. Xiong Wucheng gave a thumbs up again in fear and praised him heartily: "Awesome! ā
The old man still looks indifferent, he just destroys it, and when he is done, he sits on the side, and doesn't care about anything. Wu Xing and Hu Zi'an lifted the wooden plank with all hands and feet, and as soon as they saw the contents inside, Wu Xing shouted in shock, "Senior brother-"
Kunlun was actually beside him, and when he saw the contents of the coffin, he was also surprised. Because it was densely packed with thirty or forty treasure inlaid red sandalwood boxes, and the one I got last night, and the one I kept in my library, except for the different carved patterns, the others were exactly the same.
"What? Have you ever seen this thing? Wei Bushu saw the same expressions on the faces of the two people, and couldn't help asking.
Kunlun said in a deep voice: "Yesterday Kaiyang sent a similar one to my bank, I called this morning to ask, he said that some time ago his subordinates collected it in the people, when an old object storage came, he only recently turned it over, and he was already helping to check the source." ā
Wei was puzzled: "Then why did you send me away?" ā
"Because the inlay pattern is related to the lamp family." Kunlun fished out a box in the coffin, these boxes were placed in disorder, but it could be guessed that it was a big puzzle, the one Kunlun got was inlaid with a middle-aged man fishing, and there were two children swimming and playing in the lake in front of him. Kunlun pointed his finger at the neck of one of the children, and Wei Bushu was immediately stunned.
But I heard Kunlun say: "Actually, I still have a box in my library, which I collected at Xiangxian Bridge a year ago." ā
Wei Bushu stared at the other boxes in the coffin and asked Hu Zi'an, "How many?" ā
"Forty-seven!"
Wu Xing's eyes suddenly flashed, plus the two in his and Kunlun's hands, wouldn't it be 49?
After a while, a sneer flashed on Wei Bushu's condensed face: "This is interesting." He strode out, "Pack, take away!" ā
Wu Xing deliberately lagged a few steps behind, and asked Kunlun in a low voice: "Senior brother, what should I do?" ā
Kunlun picked his eyelids: "What to do?" ā
Wu Xing paused: "Didn't you say you wouldn't let me touch this box?" It is clear that someone is asking the turtle to enter the urn. ā
Kunlun stared at Wu Xing for a while, pressed the corners of his mouth and said, "You scolded the master for being a turtle?" ā
"Huh?" Wu Xing was dumbfounded, but he was covered by the other party's big hand, and the forehead hair that was carefully cut out in front of his forehead quickly became a chicken nest under his movements.
But I heard him say lightly: "Remember, Master's decisions are all right, and you will always have to question others from his point of view." ā
"Why?" I am not convinced, if his father wants to beat him, will he still maintain an angle with him to self-harm?
"Because I will always be on Master's side, and if you oppose him, you are an enemy of me, and even if I have made a decision that I think is right, as long as he says it is wrong, it is wrong."
Wu Xing blinked his eyes, looking at Kunlun in front of him who said these words in an indifferent tone, trying to resist the urge to probe his forehead. "Everyone else is sister control, brother control, how can you master control?"
I couldn't help but get a slap on the head.