Chapter Seventy-Seven: Death Is Imminent

The old man smiled but said nothing. The pen fun pavilion www.biquge.info just confronted me with a teacup and smelling the fragrance of tea.

Then I didn't come out on the first day. Although according to the experience of the rivers and lakes, it may be a little lower than him. But I have also been in the business sea for so many years. If it's not particularly perfect, it's at least at the level of entering the house. The old man did not speak now, but laughed. In fact, I just want to make me doubt what I just said. I'm not fooled. Consumed? Then it will be consumed. In the words of the fat man before, that is: we haven't bought the ticket back yet. It's a big deal, just spend one night here. We don't lose money, the old man still has to take care of us.

Thinking about it, I picked up the teacup and shook it slowly.

Drink tea, right, sir, I'll take out the ability to drink coffee with you.

The room was silent for a while. I didn't even hear the sound of panting. It can be seen that those who can sit in this are definitely some calm people. But that's not a good way to deal with. Although I can go back today without hurrying. But what about tomorrow? What about the day after tomorrow? If this old man had been dragging on like this, then I would not only have run away in vain, but also delayed the time for discussing countermeasures at home. That's a big loss. But I only have one chip in my hand right now. That is to threaten him, saying that the thief will not cooperate with him. But that's obviously not going to work. Although I say that I am the son of a thief now. But he doesn't actually have any power at all.

Commander Band, I'll go. I smiled bitterly in my heart, but there was still no anxious look on my face. And, I suddenly thought of another question. That's why the fat guy and their family would find me. I'm now the same as the down-and-out son of a rich family in the past. There's nothing practical to figure it out. And even if it's that box. With their strength, it shouldn't be difficult to grab hard, right? And now there's another problem. If this old man really wants to cooperate with the thief to go to the tomb together, then why don't you just go to the uncle? It stands to reason that the uncle is now in control of the entire thief door, wouldn't it be much easier to find him directly?

I can't help but be a little stunned when I think about it. The fat man saw that I was not in shape, coughed, and pulled me back.

I came back to my senses and looked at the tea in my hand. My face was reflected in the tea. I just stared at my face. But when I looked at it, I suddenly had an idea in my heart.

Aren't you horizontal? Come on, old rascals to little rascals. I don't believe I can handle you.

Thinking about it, the teacup in my hand was put directly on the table. The tea in the cup was spilled.

I touched my right hand and wiped the tea off my hand. sneered: "Doesn't the old man just want me to steal the door and cooperate with you?" Let's be honest, without these people of yours, I still have her. As I spoke, I glanced at Lan with a slight sideways face.

Lan took a step forward cooperatively.

The old man narrowed his eyes and looked at Lan carefully. And I noticed that Lan also raised his eyes slightly at this time to look at him.

Damn, I forgot that Lan is also a few decades old now. It's just that she came into contact with that thing, and her physical appearance didn't change. Well, now, two people who are tens of years old are staring at each other here. I wonder if this old man still has to call Lan sister.

"It's you." The old man seemed to remember something and withdrew his gaze.

Lan just stood next to me, and had no intention of going back.

"That's what I thought before." I said, "If I could unite you, she would be there." The power of the two of you, I think it will be a lot of effort to get the thief back. I tapped my fingers on the tabletop. But without the help of your old man, I want to rely on their power. Helping me take down the burglary is only the difference between three days and a week. ”

The old man smiled very snugly: "Oh? Looks like you've already been in contact with the family behind her? ”

I nodded and didn't speak.

The devil knows what the family of the Lan quilt is. Neither Lan nor the fat man told me about these things. If I hadn't had to do it this time, maybe the fat man would have been hiding it from me.

The old man played with the teacup in his hand. After a long time, he asked unhurriedly: "Then aren't you afraid that I will help your uncle?" You know, your uncle's grave skills are more than a star and a half stronger than your stunned youth. On his side, I can still achieve my goal. ”

I sneered, "But you don't dare to stand up." At the same time, my mind began to spin wildly. Now it's the key. If I could find out the real reason why this old man had called me here, then the rest would be much easier.

"Oh?" The old man stopped the movement in his palm and turned to look at me: "Then tell me, why don't I dare?" ”

"Because I've got what you want here." I smiled with a curled smile. But at the same time, I still shivered. It's a bet on him. My bet was that I had to have something on me, so he had to help me. And this thing is not something that he can get by force. It's just that I don't know what this thing is now.

"You mean the box?" The old man said, "There are only two of you now. If I want that box, wouldn't it be easy to do it now? ”

"Don't talk about the box." I was secretly happy in my heart. This old man seems to have been really righted by me. He's drawing my attention to that box right now.

"If you really want that box, I'll give it to you." With that, I took the box out of the bag next to me and placed it on the table with a "pop".

As soon as I took out the box, the people below began to stir. Some say I'm reliable, and some ask if it's true or false. Anyway, the people below began to talk to each other.

The old man looked at the box on the table, and his face changed slightly. But I still observed this change.

Isn't this a fucking heart? Is it still Tang Seng's? Take it back to the kitchen and put some soy sauce on it and stir-fry a plate of pork liver, and then eat it to live forever? Impossible, right? That...... Could it be that this heart is used to save the emergency? That's impossible, right? A dead man's heart should have been inactive long ago. Even if I had a heart transplant, it wouldn't work.

What kind of plane is this?

The old man withdrew his gaze, and then reached out to take the box without me noticing. But I still took a step faster, and pressed my hand directly on the box: "Hey, although I said that I gave it to you, old man." But there is an old Chinese saying that you don't know, right? Courtesy is still exchanged, and it is not rude to come and go. ”

I was still secretly thinking about my own cleverness, and I didn't notice that the old man's face had sunk.

"Do you know what's in it?" He asked me.

"The heart of a dead man." I say. I haven't really seen it, but Koran has said it before. I'm sure Ran won't lie to me.

The old man nodded and took a few deep breaths: "Okay, the heart of the dead...... The heart of the dead ......"

I watched his 'dead man's heart' repeat it three or four times at once, and then I saw his expression as if he were facing a great enemy. I realized something. Isn't it the heart that says? No, Lan never lied to me.

"Ah Cheng, you didn't even know that you were dying." The old man's tone changed, and he suddenly said such a sentence. (To be continued.) )