"It's finally here!" said the man who spoke stood on the carriage, his hand holding the big red coffin.

This man spoke with a peculiar accent, a hoarse voice that anyone who had wandered around the village could tell.

This man smoked too much, and his throat was a smoky voice.

The moment the carriage stopped, he jumped out of the carriage, holding a large smoke pot in his hand, trotted in front of Xiao Tears and looked at it carefully.

Then he said to the person who was driving the car: "It's Xiao Daxia, I've seen this person." ”

The coachman at the carriage stop gave an 'um' sound, and he did not jump out of the carriage.

Xiao was stunned with tears, he didn't know this person at all, so he had to say, "Who is Your Excellency, why did you come to me?"

The man with the smoking voice was already standing upright in front of the wooden house at this time, his eyes looked around, maybe he didn't expect that there would be such a person here at night in the suburbs?

Li Qing saw that his legs were trembling a little.

The voice of the smoke throat is not good, and this trembling, the voice of the voice is even more urgent.

"We, we're going to deliver a coffin to Xiao Daxia. The smoke-throated man spoke a little trembling, perhaps he was frightened by the scene.

"Coffin?" Xiao's tearful eyebrows furrowed.

The person with the smoke throat had already bowed his waist, and if one person scolded him again, Li Qing concluded that this person would immediately lie on the ground.

The people with the smoking voice were about to cry, and he said with a sad face: "Xiao Daxia, villain, villain is also assigned by people." ”

"Whose assignment?" Xiao said sharply.

The smoke seemed to be frightened, and his mouth was silent for a long time, but he didn't say a word, but only made a sound, proving that he was still a living person.

The man who drove the carriage seemed to be a little bolder, he was a middle-aged man, this man stood on the carriage, holding a horsewhip in one hand, and holding the coffin with the other, and said a word loudly.

"Two people who are the same, Xiao Daxia!" the person who drove the car spoke very clearly.

It's just that his eyes didn't dare to move, and the people here can guess as long as they have a long heart, and the people standing and sitting are all Jianghu guests.

In the eyes of the Jianghu guests, there is no day or night, they are very free, they come out when they want to come out, and they drink when they want to drink.

No one will ever know why they get together for a drink, and no one will ever guess when their swords will be drawn.

The driver who spoke was already very careful, but his words made Xiao's tearful face suddenly change color, and he thought that this person was telling a joke.

Li Qing heard who these two people were, and the people who came here, except for the Heaven and Earth Twin Evils, no one who looked exactly the same had ever appeared.

These are the two strangest old men Li Qing has ever seen, and their tempers are as strange as people.

The person who drove the car explained faster: "Xiao Daxia, what I'm saying is the truth, these two people look exactly the same, I thought I was alive." ”

The moment Li Qing thought of these two weirdos, he couldn't help but smile.

Xiao Tear's eyes immediately drifted over, he was very curious about his friend, did these two weirdos really exist?

"Xiao Daxia, have you forgotten the Heaven and Earth Twin Evils that you just left?" Li Qing smiled slightly, since he knew, he wanted to say it, he didn't want to see the people who drove the car particularly embarrassed.

Li Qing knew that anyone who saw such a person would be curious, if he came out in the dark, the person who saw it would definitely think that he had seen a ghost, not two big living people.

Perhaps the driver had given him guts, but the man with the smoking voice was now out of breath, and his eyes looked around again, as if he saw a familiar person, and his eyes showed a glimmer of hope.

"Young Master Li, I! I know you!" The smoke-throated man seemed to see a great savior.

"Are you?。。 Li Qing really couldn't think of this person.

"I gambled at Yum Casino, and you even beat me for silver. The moment he spoke of the gambling house, the man's eyes immediately narrowed into a slit with a smile.

Li Qing has seen people who are close to him, but he has never met such a close person, and his words tell everyone that Li Qing is also a gambler.

Li Qing's hand rubbed his nose, there were too many gamblers coming and going in the gambling house every day, and he definitely couldn't remember the faces of each gambler.

At this moment, this person's words at least show that he has been to Yum Gambling House, but Li Qing doesn't like to gamble, and he won't gamble.

Finally, a Ping'er who could teach him to gamble appeared, but unfortunately this lively girl disappeared inexplicably, and Li Qing did not find her.

Since he couldn't think of it, Li Qing had no choice but to nod, which could be regarded as a reply.

"I am the coachman next door to the old Wang's house in the west of the city. "The man with the smoke throat is still close.

It's a pity that Li Qing didn't understand his words at all, a simple sentence, this person said it was so complicated, he was originally a coachman.

This person was introduced to the old Wang family in the west of the city, and Li Qing still shook his head, he still didn't know this person.

Seeing that Li Qing was shaking his head, he showed a kind of helplessness, turned his head and looked at Xiao Tears again, and said, "The hero must have been my carriage." ”

Xiao's tearful face tightened, and he said coldly: "I don't care about your carriage now, I just want to know about this coffin." ”

"The coffin was made by Lao Du outside the city, and he chose the best mahogany, and each board was carefully selected. "This guy is just weird, he's definitely a businessman.

People who do business will never forget to talk about a business wherever they go.

Now this business is not good at all, and no one who is alive and well is willing to order a big red coffin for himself.

"What did the person who delivered the coffin say?" Xiao said with tears in his eyes.

His personality is very straight, and he doesn't like such long-winded people.

The smoke must have been frightened again, and the rambling man immediately shut his mouth and said nothing, but his eyes were gurgling.

The person who drove the car now spoke: "He said that if he sends a coffin, Xiao Daxia will definitely reward us with gold, there is a lot of gold here." ”

Xiao Tear was completely stunned this time, his eyes looked at the table where the shadow was sitting, only the shadow's scabbard was made of gold.

The smoke throat saw the scabbard of the table, although only half of it was left, but gold is gold, and as long as people who like gambling see money, their eyes will light up.

This kind of person also has a good problem, when they see money, they like to tell the truth, and their mouth will be like an overturned dustpan, and they can pour out anything.

Yan's throat widened his pupils and looked at the scabbard on the table, and said in his mouth: "Here are two strange old men, who look exactly the same, they told me that there is a person lying in the coffin, he is Xiao Daxia's friend." ”

After a pause, he continued, "They told me to wait two hours, saying that the people in the coffin don't like the day. ”

Will the person who died in the coffin be able to distinguish between day and night? It was the first time that Li Qingchang had heard this statement.

But he immediately remembered a person, in Purple Butterfly's words, Monk Hua was in the coffin, and when he was lying in the coffin, the lid of the coffin was sealed by the Heaven and Earth Twin Evils. Li Qing couldn't help but show a sad look, if a person didn't die, he would be suffocated to death if he was stuffed in a coffin for two hours.

What happened to Monk Hua was a bit too miserable, the moment he betrayed his friend, he chose this method to escape, and in the end he would be suffocated in a coffin.

Li Qing didn't dare to think about it, no matter how good this person was, Li Qing still hoped that the person who died inside would not be a flower monk.

This method of dying is indeed a bit cruel, and the hearts of heaven and earth are too dark.

"Is there a person lying in the coffin?, or is it my friend?" Xiao Tear couldn't believe it.

Who would have this preference for the living, always lying in the coffin? Xiao's tearful breathing began to get worse.

His friend is only lonely who has not come, except for the shadow of leaving, is the lying friend lonely? He could not imagine this lying man.

But Xiao Tears is a man, he always misses his friends, he can not care about his own safety, but he will take the life and death of his friends to heart.

The person's gaze became more condensed, his mouth seemed to be moving, but Li Qing didn't hear any sound, at this time, the heart of the happy friend may have been broken.

There is only one person here now as the protector of the Ghost Gate, and he is 'Crescent Moon' Zhang Fan.

Li Qing looked at Zhang Fan lightly, this person should move, he will definitely not be indifferent when he hears such news.

Whoever was lying in the coffin, he must know this person.

Li Qing knows Zhang Fan very well.

This man never carries a sword in his hand, but only likes to carry a burden, and those who are not familiar with it do not know what his burden contains?

But Li Qing knew that his burden could not be opened, and the secret in this burden was only known to the dead.

His baggage is like a sword in the hand of a swordsman.

Swordsmen's swords like to be carried in scabbards and carried in their hands.

Everyone also likes to have a variety of gems on the scabbard, which is a status symbol and a swordsman's penchant for swords.

The scabbard of Shadow has no gems, it is made of gold.

Gold is certainly a good thing, and no one dares to jump up and swear that they don't like it.

This truth is especially favored even by the dead, and the moment they die and bury it in the ground, they have to desperately bury the gold that can't be melted out by their side.

The sword of the swordsman must be held in the hand, and the sword that leaves the scabbard must see the blood, which is the rule of the rivers and lakes, and it is also the rule of the swordsman.

It's as simple as a gambler's money must go to the house, and no gambler wants to leave the house with a lot of money.

Because they only like to gamble, they always want to exchange their silver for the most silver, and then go to Wanhualou to listen to the song and drink the gentle osmanthus wine.

It wasn't until they completely lost all the money in their hands that they patted their heads and began to regret it

The same goes for the swordsman's sword, the moment the sword is in the sheath, they can be proudly called a swordsman, but when the sword leaves the scabbard.

They only care about winning or losing, this is the face of a swordsman.

Every swordsman has had a dream of becoming famous overnight, but when they wake up, they can only look at their swords, pick up a glass of wine, and recall their dreams.

Perhaps some people can only stay in the moment of their dreams, and their dreams will never wake up.

Zhang Fan doesn't have a sword in his hand, he can't dream, and besides, he hasn't fallen asleep yet, only people who are asleep can dream.

The moment his hand was placed on the table, Zhang Fandi's figure flew to the carriage like an arrow, and with a stretch of his palm, the lid of the coffin flew up.

The moment Zhang Fan made a move on the carriage, he heard a sneer.