Chapter 18: The Ghost

The big-headed ghost king Sikong Dou, 44 years old, has a brutal temperament, likes beauty, and is ruthless, so as long as the people in the rivers and lakes are targeted by Sikong Dou, then die quickly, otherwise life will be worse than death, five years ago, Sikong Dou killed Nanyang Chu Liufeng Chu family of 36 people. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Three months later, Ximen blew snow down Wanmei Villa, killed the big-headed ghost king Sikong Dou in Nanyang, and left at will.

The young man spoke in a calm tone, looked at the figure with a head as big as an ox and looked extremely frightening, and read with a smile.

The big man sitting in the coffin had a strange color in his eyes, he stared at the young man for a long time, and said, "You actually recognize the old man?" His voice was extremely hoarse, as if he had swallowed lead, giving people a chilling feeling.

The young man still had a faint smile on his face, he looked at Sikong Dou with a smile, and then glanced at the other thirty-five people who slowly sat up from the coffin, and said slowly: "Naturally, I recognize it, but even if I see that Sikong Dou is not dead, I can't believe that someone can escape from the sword of Ximen Blowing Snow." ”

Ximen blowing snow, hearing this name, Sikong Dou's face has already changed color, the originally black head suddenly became extremely pale, the young man can clearly notice that Sikong Dou is trembling, although he can't see Sikong Dou's body, but he can feel it, he didn't miss it, and he has never judged his fault.

In an instant, Sikong Dou's face regained his fierce aura, but before he could speak, a red-clothed figure jumped out of the farthest coffin.

The young man's eyesight is not bad, although this coffin shop is full of coffins, paper people and wind chimes everywhere, but he is still that person after all, since he is a man, he should be able to see the red-clothed figure.

The woman in red.

The woman is dressed in red, the stork bones are extremely high, and she definitely does not look very beautiful, but this is a woman who makes any man can't help but give birth to primitive desires, and the mature charm of the woman is something that no man in the world is willing to refuse.

The young man was a man, a very normal and very healthy man, he was healthier than most men in the world, so he could not help but see this woman, this woman who was dressed in red, but who had all her breasts exposed.

Many men around had already looked at the woman in red, but the woman in red didn't seem to know, and didn't seem to mind, it seemed that he had long been accustomed to the greedy looks of the men, she looked at the young man with a smile, and said slowly: "The people who escaped from the Ximen Blowing Snow Sword are not the only ones who escape. ”

The young man smiled and said, "Yes, at least now I still know that in addition to the big-headed ghost king Sikong Dou, there is also Liu Qingqing, the wife of Xie Jian, the wife of the Huainan Heroic Female Swordsman." ”

The smile on the face of the woman in red became more charming, and one of her hands wrapped around the man's waist very naturally, and smiled: "Very good, you even know me." ”

The young man did not push the woman away, but said in a very calm tone: "I naturally remember that what Miss Liu did can be regarded as something that is rare in a hundred years in the martial arts. ”

Liu Qingqing's face changed, and then he smiled: "Yes, so even if another hundred or even a thousand years have passed, everyone in the rivers and lakes will remember a person named Liu Qingqing, and everyone knows that Liu Qingqing has died in the desert." ”

The young man said: "Yes, this is how things are, and many things are like this. Before he finished speaking, a very loud voice sounded, Sikong Dou slapped the coffin board fiercely, looked at the young man with a fierce face, and said coldly: "Can I ask you to do something?"

The young man said politely, "What's the matter?"

Sikong Dou said: "Don't mention the name Ximen Blowing Snow again." ”

The young man didn't ask, and said, "Yes, but I also have a request." ”

Sikong Dou frowned and didn't speak, he was a person who didn't like to bargain with people. The young man didn't look at Sikong Dou's face, and continued to speak in a very calm tone: "In the process of planning, you all have to listen to my orders. ”

Sikong Dou sneered: "Why should we listen to your orders?"

The young man said lightly: "Because I invited you to come out, if I hadn't invited you, you would still be just ghosts lying in the coffin, so I hope you must listen to me." ”

Before he finished speaking, Sikong Dou had already jumped out of the coffin, and the green-robed Sikong Dou moved sideways in an instant, appearing in front of the young man like a ghost fire, and took out a knife from his sleeve like lightning and swung it down.

This knife is very fast, and the angle of this knife is very strange, but it is very natural, as if this knife is not a swing, but a meal and cutting vegetables, which is a seemingly natural thing.

It's just that one thing is different from eating and cutting vegetables, this knife will fall off the young man's head.

Sikong Dou has a big head, his biggest hobby besides killing people and robbing women is to collect heads, collect the heads of all kinds of people, this is his biggest hobby before he was chased by Ximen Blowing Snow, but this hobby has been interrupted for five years, and now he looks at the young man's head, picks up this hobby, and his knife is shot.

He hated the young man's noise, so he swung his sword.

Many people had seen Sikong Dou's knife, but they were not the slightest surprised, as if they had already taken this matter for granted.

Sikong Dou had already played with how to take off this person's head, but he still saw this person's face, that incomparably calm and incomparably calm face.

A chill ran through his heart.

A flash of swords, a flash of swords.

The knife slashed through the darkness like lightning, and then suddenly vanished.

The young man didn't have a knife in his hand, but there was no blood on the knife, but there was already blood on Sikong Dou's chest.

It was too dark, and the young man's shot was too fast, and no one could see how the young man struck, but one thing was for sure, Sikong Dou, who was originally a living dead lying in a coffin, had now really become a ghost.

The young man still had a faint smile on his face, and said calmly: "You have your rules, and I also have my rules, I am willing to abide by your rules, if you are not willing to follow my rules, then there can only be one rule between you and me, so I can only ask you to go." ”

Sikong Dou was still panting, she looked at this mild-mannered young man in shock and fear, the young man slowly squatted down, pinched the blue glittering knife with two fingers, and sighed softly: "It's really a good knife." ”

As he spoke, he suddenly moved the knife and directly cut Sikong Dou's throat, and then very accurately threw Sikong Dou's body into the coffin he walked out of.

Liu Qingqing stared blankly at this young man with elegant manners, and an indescribable chill appeared in her heart, but she still had a mature smile on her face, and even closed the coffin lid with her own hands after the young man threw Sikong Dou's body into the coffin, so Sikong Dou finally became a dead man.

The young man smiled again, he seemed to be very satisfied with Liu Qingqing's behavior, and seemed to be very satisfied with the fear and jealousy of the other people who came out of the coffin, his smile was very bright, he smiled and glanced at everyone: "You can mention any rules, I have already said my rules, so I hope you can abide by my rules, if you are not willing to obey, then I can only ask you to continue to sleep in the coffin." ”

Continue to sleep in the coffin, whether to sleep in the coffin alive, or to sleep in the coffin like Sikong Dou? No one asked, but everyone thought about the end of Sikong Dou.

The young man was not in a hurry, he waited for a long time in the gloomy coffin shop before he slowly spoke: "Very good, it seems that you have no rules, and you are willing to abide by my rules, so you can go with me." After he finished speaking, he had already walked out of the coffin shop.

Liu Qingqing hesitated for a moment, and then walked out of the coffin shop.

People who have already died once may not be afraid of death, but they may be even more afraid of death. Most of these people were afraid of death, and almost none of them wanted to die, so none of them were left behind, and they all followed the young man out of the coffin shop.

At the door, the owner of Lao Wang's coffin shop glanced at the young man who walked out of the coffin and said, "Are you dissatisfied with this group of people?"

The young man smiled gently: "Satisfied, so satisfied, but there is one thing I want to say sorry for." ”

Lao Wang said: "Which point?"

The young man said: "I wanted to teach a disobedient fellow some lessons, but I used too much force, so he had to lie in the coffin. ”

Lao Wang sighed, and there was no follow-up.

The young man had been waiting for the following, but he didn't hear Lao Wang speak, he was a little surprised, and asked, "Don't you want to say anything?"

Lao Wang asked lightly, "Am I their father?"

The young man said, "Isn't it?"

"I'm their mother?"

"Not really. ”

"Am I their family?"

"Not even so. ”

"Since I'm not one of theirs, why should I speak for a dead man?"

The young man was stunned for a moment, if it was an ordinary person, he would definitely be in line, but this young man was not an ordinary person, he glanced at the person behind him, and said, "At least they can make money for you." ”

Lao Wang said: "Yes, they can indeed make money for me, but if someone wants to destroy my money-making business, do you think he should lie in the coffin?"

The young man had no doubt this time, he said: "Blocking people's financial path is equivalent to killing people for money, it is really too deserved." ”

Lao Wang said again: "Did Sikong Dou ruin your plan?"

The young man said, "Yes. ”

Lao Wang said: "So he will lie in the coffin." ”

"Yes, he is lying in the coffin, he is only fit to lie in the coffin. The young man nodded at the owner of the coffin shop in front of him and said, "Then I'm leaving now?"

Lao Wang waved his hand and said, "You can go, and don't come." ”

The young man smiled, and he arched his hand and said, "I won't come, I won't come again." ”

Lao Wang didn't speak, he took down the golden plaque with a wooden ladder on his back, and replaced it with the gray-white plaque of the daytime.

The words on it are the same: Lao Wang's coffin shop, but the meaning is no longer the same.

- The ghost in the coffin is gone. (To be continued.) )