Volume 1 Chapter 89 A Guest Comes at Night
In fact, this fat guy and I have a similar life story. The only difference is that I have been following my uncle to the funeral hall since I was a child, and I am exhausted like a dog all day long, but this guy is just a second-generation rich kid, and his life is too comfortable.
I never thought that the fat man’s master actually knew this strange skill of “painting skin”.
"You mean the cow's nose is wrapped in a piece of pig skin? I fucking..." Heimao's eyes almost popped out. He glanced at the white soft flesh in the corner and swallowed back half of the sentence.
Lionhead had a sad face and his voice was a little tearful: "When my old man told me about this, I just thought he was bragging."
The muscular man was originally tying a rope around the fat pig under his command. When he realized that the animal was actually Ox Nose, his expression suddenly became extremely strange. He stared left and right with his big eyes, as if trying to find out some secret.
But as someone who has witnessed the "painted skin" process with my own eyes, I can be sure that there is no way he can find any flaws.
"Okay, I'm tired too, Xiaoqi, come and help me go back." It was the Second Granny who had been resting with her eyes slightly closed who spoke, and everyone in the hall suddenly became quiet, and the eyes looking at the Second Granny were even more terrified. I thought to myself, I guess after this incident, Yan Zi and others will be like mice seeing a cat when they see the Second Granny in the future, and they dare not even squeak.
I immediately went forward to help the second grandmother up. When we reached the door, I heard the second grandmother say, "A distant guest will be arriving soon. You should entertain him well."
I was shocked when I heard that. I looked back and saw that Boss Ma and the others also looked very different. But I didn't dare to stop. I helped Grandma-in-law walk halfway and then I couldn't help asking, "Is it that the accomplice of the bull nose came to our house?"
The second grandmother did not answer, but coughed softly a few times, and then said: "They are all distant visitors, so what difference does it make who they are?"
I didn't know what to say for a moment, so I just kept silent. After sending my second mother-in-law back to the dressing room, I saw that she had fallen asleep, so I stepped out and carefully closed the door.
On the way back to the living room, the cold wind at night blew, and I felt a sudden awakening in my mind. Thinking back to how the second grandmother used scissors and silver needles to turn a living person into a pig, I felt like I was in a dream, so unreal.
I thought to myself that when I get home tomorrow, I will ask Qingzi what this "painted skin" is. But when I thought about the fact that I didn't go home on time tonight according to Qingzi's iron rule, I couldn't help but feel terrified, wondering what kind of suffering I would have to endure.
As I was walking along, I was a little dazed, when suddenly I heard a few "bang bang" noises. They were particularly harsh in the quiet night, and they came out of nowhere and gave me a real fright.
Listening carefully, I found someone knocking on the big iron door of the funeral home. It was the distant guest that Second Granny mentioned in the middle of the night. I was the closest to the iron door, so I rushed over immediately.
No one else came yet, so I tiptoed to the back of the gate and listened for a while. The iron gate was slammed several times, and it seemed that several people had come in. One of them had a very familiar voice, and when he got anxious, his voice sounded like he was hanging, and he was shouting at the top of his lungs.
"Open the door, open the door quickly!" The one shouting was the pretty boy named Pang.
I held my breath, not even daring to make a sound, and listened for a while. I heard the pretty boy shouting, "My fellow uncles, my master was captured by a group of evil people in here. We should sneak in and kill them by surprise!"
I yelled in my heart, "Fuck!" How much hatred and resentment does this pretty boy have to be so vicious! I heard a clear female voice outside saying, "What kind of nonsense is this! We in the Maoshan Sect act uprightly, how can we do such sneaky things? But this funeral home is full of yin energy, it's not an ordinary place."
The person said "our Maoshan Sect", it seems that he is the same disciple of that Niubi, who was brought to the sect by the pretty boy surnamed Pang. This is bad! But I was a little curious, because the voice of this person sounded like a woman, so it turned out that the Maoshan Sect actually has female disciples.
Then another unfamiliar male voice was heard saying, "As long as Yuan De really falls into the hands of these people, we have our own way to find him. Why are you so panicked?" The voice was cold and hard. Although it was not very loud, it had a sense of majesty.
As soon as the two of them spoke, the pretty boy surnamed Pang immediately agreed, saying that he was also too worried about the safety of his master. Then he came over and continued to knock on the door, making my ears hurt.
I suddenly realized at this moment that the pretty boy just called me "Master Uncle". Judging from this title, these people outside are older than Chen Yuande inside. They are the uncles of Chen Yuande! Damn it, Chen Yuande is so difficult to deal with, and with a few more senior people, it's really hard to deal with them.
Just as I was thinking about it, I heard footsteps behind me, and the tall and burly figure of the muscular man appeared in my sight. It seemed that every time someone knocked on the door, the muscular man was responsible for opening the door. It was normal to think about it. Among all the people in the funeral home, the muscular man seemed to have the most normal personality. It was most suitable for him to be responsible for receiving people.
I was hiding there, so he naturally saw me. He put his finger to his mouth and made a shushing gesture to me. I understood what he meant, so I hid and did not move. When he came over, I gestured to him and mouthed to him, "There should be four people outside." This was also the conclusion I came to after eavesdropping for a while.
Although I heard only three people talking, a pretty boy, a woman, and a man with a cold and majestic voice, I intuitively thought that there should be another person besides these three people, but this person has not spoken.
The muscular man nodded, stood there and followed me to eavesdrop for a while, then strode forward and was about to open the door. I grabbed him and gestured to him to slow down , asking him to go back and hide aside and come out later.
The muscular man was a little confused, but he didn't say anything. He retreated as he was told and hid behind a bungalow he came from. When he was done hiding, I rubbed my eyes and yawned. I was drowsy now, and I shouted with a hint of anger, "Who is this? Can't you let me sleep in the middle of the night?"
After hearing my shout, the knocking on the door stopped immediately, and the pretty boy yelled at the top of his voice, "Kid, open the door for me!"
I cursed back at that moment: "Who did you come from, you idiot? Get lost!" I followed my third uncle to the funeral home for so many years, and had to come into contact with many different people every day. I learned a lot of swear words, and when it came to cursing, I was no less good than Heimao.
The pretty boy immediately became furious and yelled back, "You little bastard, why don't you open the door? I'll teach you a lesson later!"
I immediately cursed back: "Teach your mother a lesson! You son of a bitch, get out of here where you came from!" I can't remember whether the word "son of a bitch" is a dialect curse from Shuzhong or somewhere else.
"Fuck you, you little rabbit..." The pretty boy was probably mad as he slammed the door a few times and yelled. But halfway through his yelling, he was interrupted by the cold and dignified boy.
"Shut up!" As soon as the man's voice came out, the pretty boy suddenly lost his temper and swallowed the rest of his words.
I only heard the clear female voice saying, "How did Yuan De teach his apprentice? I'll teach him a lesson later." After a pause, she raised her voice and said, "Little kid inside, we have something to ask your parents. Please open the door."
The woman's words were pleasant to the ears, so I said, "Who are you? It's late at night, how can I know if you are bad people? What if I open the door and you catch me and sell me to human traffickers?"
I tilted my ears and heard a chuckle from outside. The woman must have been amused by what I said. She said, "You are quite alert, little kid. Then ask your master to come and open the door."
I shouted, "My family is all asleep and they have to work during the day. If I wake them up at this time, I'll get my legs broken!"
The woman laughed again, and she cursed softly, "This young boy is really entangled."
I only heard the cold male voice, saying stiffly: "Little kid, your parents are already up, please open the door."
