Parasitic Cultivation: Start Bound to Mimic System

Chapter 159 The next morning, carry the coffin to the door

At a moment's notice, Feng Ping opened his eyes and recovered from the trance state.

He looked around, slowly got out of bed, and came to the table.

Feng Ping picked up the purple sand pot on the table, moved it in his palm with the spiritual energy in his body, briefly switched the sea of ​​energy to the fire root, and boiled the already cold water again.

The boiling water kept tumbling, and the hot air overflowed. For him, this temperature couldn't hurt him at all, and couldn't even stimulate his nerves.

After drinking a pot of boiling hot water, I sat at the table and waited quietly.

For him, since he returned to Shuntian Mansion again, he has been dancing on the tip of the knife, but for some reason, he always feels that he has an innate talent for insight into people's hearts.

However, before he crossed over, he was just an ordinary college student, so how could he have knowledge and experience in this area?
At two o'clock, there was a knock on the door outside the house.

"Master Niu, are you in there?"

The speaker's voice was crisp, and it was a woman.

Feng Ping frowned slightly, he was a little puzzled and dissatisfied, why would there be a woman by his side.

"Who asked you to come?" Sitting on a round stool, his tone sounded a bit cold.

"Master Niu, it's me."

Snapped!As soon as the voice came, there was a crisp slap sound outside the house, "Who told you to speak first!"

Zhang Mazi?
Naturally, he would not admit his mistake to this voice, but what happened to the woman outside the door?

"Come in." Feng Ping still said coldly.

Zhang Mazi pushed open the door, feeling apprehensive.

This time, he brought a newly recruited maidservant to help Master Niu to wash and change clothes, but a self-defeating plan actually offended Master Niu!
Feng Ping glanced at Zhang Mazi in front of him, then stopped his gaze on the girl behind him.

Not very old, seventeen or eighteen at most.

Her hair was tied into a bun, and she was inserted with a wooden hairpin. She was wearing a piece of light green cotton gauze, which covered her body and reached her waist.

There were still five dark red palm prints on his face, obviously Zhang Mazi had just slapped him!

"Master Niu..." Zhang Mazi turned around and scolded Xue Qian, "Why don't you kneel down?"

The new maid put the washbasin full of hot water on the ground, then fell to her knees with a plop, her head on the ground, her expression was terrified.

She thought that she should take the initiative when meeting Lord Niu for the first time, but she never expected that she would offend the shopkeeper and the butler!

"Arranged for me?"

"Yes, Master Niu."

"Let him come."

That being the case, he didn't care too much, as long as there was no problem with the person, it didn't matter who came.

However, since Zhang Mazi arranged, he would definitely find someone who is handsome, dexterous, and talented. Of course, the most important thing is to know the basics!

"Hurry up!" Zhang Mazi snorted.

Xue Qian hurriedly got up, lowered her head and came to Feng Ping with a washbasin in her hand.

She wanted to raise her head to see Master Niu's appearance. She had heard that the shopkeeper of the Niu Mansion had become a walking corpse, and she had already made preparations in her heart, but at this moment, she didn't dare to look up or look directly at him. .

"Bring the towels."

Feng Ping stretched out his hand, took out the face towel in the water, wrung out the water and wiped it off briefly.

In fact, since he has cultivated immortality and is already spotless, it doesn't make much difference whether to wash or not.

But since Zhang Mazi had kindly brought it here, he should agree, anyway, he would leave the Niu Mansion soon.

Zhang Mazi was worried as he watched behind him. At this moment, he was already in a cold sweat, "How can I let Lord Niu do it himself!"

"It's okay." Feng Ping waved his hands, and said indifferently, "From now on, stay outside, and I will call you if necessary."

"Follow...obey."

"Go down."

Xue Qian still lowered her head, and walked out with her legs shaking.

After the door was closed, Feng Ping then asked: "Is everything ready?"

"Master Niu, it's done."

"Don't go, arrange someone."

He stood up, went back to the back room, put on the black full body suit, even his face was tightly covered.

After a cup of tea, Feng Ping sat in the sedan chair and followed the carriage to Lan Mansion.

Lan Fu, the pawn in the military room, stayed up last night.

Although he was persuaded by Niu Dali, he was still uneasy.

After all, the key to success or failure depends on today. Whether he will be blamed or even angered by Zhang Zhifu also depends on today.

As soon as Niu Dali's two carriages approached, the butler of the Lan Mansion took the initiative to greet them.

This shopkeeper of Niu's Commercial Firm can be said to be the upstart of the entire Shuntian Prefecture.

Not to mention the care of Mingle Palace behind him, the ability to enter and leave the military and household houses at will is not something ordinary people can mess with.

"Excuse me, is this the shopkeeper Niu?" The housekeeper of the Lan Mansion carefully stopped the carriage and asked inside.

"Yes."

"My lord told you to go directly to the magistrate's yamen, and he will follow you."

"Okay, understand."

Feng Ping lifted the car curtain and looked outside the door of the Lan Mansion, but he didn't see Lan Fu, but he wasn't worried that the other party would release him at this time.

After all, he had nothing to do with the whole thing.

"Set off."

With an order, the two carriages of Niu's Commercial Company set off again, with the target: the magistrate's yamen.

An hour later, Feng Ping arrived at the Yamen.

He straightened his clothes and put on the hood, and after making sure that no skin was exposed, he stepped out of the sedan chair.

Outside the carriage, six clerks from the firm waited carrying the coffin unloaded from another carriage.

After a while, Lan Fu stepped forward.

He glanced at this guy who was obviously of mediocre strength, but was a man and a person, and even he was frightened!
"You know what to say and how to do it later!" Lan Fu wanted to keep a straight face, but he didn't look particularly serious.

"My lord, Niu understands."

Feng Ping waved his hand, and the man in front of him lifted the coffin and followed.

As for Lan Fu, he took the initiative to step forward and asked the guards guarding the door to report.

Carrying the coffin to the magistrate's yamen, if you don't explain in advance, I'm afraid it will definitely make Zhang Zhifu dissatisfied.

Of course, even if it is notified, it is unavoidable!
What's more, what lay in the coffin was the corpse of his subordinate, Qian Fang, the pawn of the house of rites!
The guard recognized Lan Fu, so he didn't take it seriously at first. He just wanted to say "you don't need to report, you can go in directly", but when he raised his eyes, he saw a coffin on the right side across the street!
If you don't report this and let it in, I'm afraid it will be necessary to peel off the skin!

"My lord, please wait a moment."

Seeing the guards enter the magistrate's yamen, Feng Ping quickly walked across the street and came to Lan Fu's side.

"You carried this coffin really well!"

"Hey, it should." Feng Ping smiled half a smile.

The two stood in front of the yamen and waited for a while, and soon the guard who had just gone to report came back in a hurry.

It was not far from the gate to the yamen, but his forehead was already profusely sweating.

I don't know if I'm tired or scared.

"Lan...Master Lan, you...please...come in." The guard spoke out of breath.

It appears to have both.

"Ah."

As soon as they took a step, the guard spoke again:

"Your...Master Zhifu, you are very...very...very angry."

(End of this chapter)