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Chapter 150 Puppets
The stall owner of the breakfast stall's legs went soft, this little lady actually killed someone, using the kitchen knife on his stall!

He was about to shout when he saw that the little lady immediately took another iron knife for cutting pasta that he had spread out. With a force on her slender wrist, the large knife was thrown out again.

"bass!"

This time, it was the neck of the coffin-carrying man in front, which was stuck just above the collarbone.

Another kill!
The stall owner couldn't stand anymore, and he held on to the chopping board so he didn't let himself fall.

There was a commotion in the crowd, and they avoided the breakfast stall far away, for fear of hurting themselves, and a large area was immediately vacated in front of the stall.

The two coffin bearers were struck by the kitchen knife, but they didn't fall down immediately, but they stopped and continued to walk forward while carrying the coffin.

Everyone couldn't help booing, this... doesn't seem right...

Between breathing, the steps of the two finally became slower and slower, and even at the end, the coffin they carried in the middle shook.

Finally, the coffin bearer couldn't hold it any longer.

With a "bang", the heavy coffin fell to the ground with a heavy sound, shaking the fine dust on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the two big men who carried the coffin staggered a few steps and fell to the ground. They suddenly disappeared, and only the indigo shirt with hemp rope tied around the waist fell to the ground.

Jiang Feng only felt that his hand was empty, and a piece of clothes fell lightly on his hand.

He was stunned for a moment, and pulled away his clothes, and saw that the coffin-carrying man he was holding earlier had turned into a puppet, lying quietly on the ground.

After seeing this scene, he realized that the two coffin bearers were actually imagined by this puppet.But why did the puppet take away his grandfather's body?
The passers-by who were watching were also shocked. It was actually a puppet carrying the coffin.

Jiang Feng got up from the ground, picked up two puppets, and looked at the crowd: "I wonder which expert made the knife just now?"

Everyone hurriedly avoided, revealing He Lingjiang, who was standing in front of the booth, and the poet.

Jiang Feng hurriedly stepped forward and bowed to Poet He: "Thank you, Lang Jun, for your help."

Poet He shook his head and pointed to He Lingjiang who was standing beside him with an umbrella: "It's not me, it's her."

He also never thought that He Lingjiang threw a handful of glutinous rice with his hand at the funeral procession, but he even threw two kitchen knives right after him, so frightened that his heart stopped.

Is it such a little lady?

Jiang Feng was astonished, but Daoist Daoist people couldn't be seen. He suppressed his surprise, and then directed at He Ling Jiang Shili: "Thank you lady for helping me."

He Lingjiang shook his head gently: "It doesn't matter. You should quickly order someone to open the coffin."

"Opening the coffin?" Jiang's cover changed dramatically. Grandfather had been suspended for three days. Today, he asked someone to carry the coffin for the funeral, and then the coffin was sealed. How could he imagine that such a strange thing happened on the road.

Now, what does this little lady mean by letting him open the coffin?

"The person in the coffin is not dead. If the coffin is not opened again, there will be an accident." He Lingjiang explained.

Grandfather didn't die?

Although Jiang Feng still had doubts in his heart, he had seen what happened just now, so this little lady's words should not be regarded as nonsense.

He hurriedly asked his neighbors to help remove the coffin nails, pushed open the heavy coffin, and saw that the grandfather lying in the coffin really woke up, with his eyes open at this time.

"Aweng!" Jiang Feng called excitedly, and his tears couldn't help falling down. He had almost sealed Aweng in a coffin before and buried him.

However, the old man lying in the coffin seemed to be controlled by something. Hearing his cry, he only opened his eyes, and there was no other reaction.

Only then did Jiang Feng realize what was wrong with him, and said eagerly, "Aweng, what's wrong with you?"

His words were considered a vain question. The old man couldn't move right now, and naturally he couldn't answer his words.

Jiang Feng hurriedly turned his head and looked at He Lingjiang: "This lady, I am Aweng..."

"You back away." Seeing this, He Lingjiang stepped forward, took out a yellow talisman from his sleeve, leaned over and stuck it on Jiang's forehead, and then recited a few incantations silently.

I saw Carpenter Jiang's body suddenly shuddered, and his mouth opened wide. With the sound of He Lingjiang's incantation, there were strands of black energy overflowing from his mouth.

He Lingjiang's eyes narrowed slightly, and he squeezed a finger in his hand. The carpenter Jiang suddenly let out a large mouthful of black breath, and then took a deep breath, finally returning to normal.

He moved his sore body and looked at He Lingjiang and the grandson next to him with a puzzled expression: "A Feng, what's going on?"

Hearing him speak, Jiang Feng's tears couldn't help falling again: "Aweng...you're all right...just be all right..."

He hurriedly wiped his tears with his sleeve, then leaned over to Fujiang Carpenter.

With his support, Carpenter Jiang sat up, and felt that something was wrong with his forehead. He stretched out his hand and pulled off a yellow talisman.

He frowned and looked left and right, only to realize that he was sitting in the coffin, his face shocked: "What's wrong with me?"

With so many strange things, Jiang Feng didn't know where to start.

He Lingjiang on the side said in a light voice: "Old man, you were cursed before, so you fell into a state of suspended animation, and you have no breath. Your family thought you had passed away, and you will be buried after three days of rest, and are preparing to bury you."

"Ah?" Carpenter Jiang's eyes widened in disbelief. He actually died once before?He was almost buried alive like this?
He looked at the little lady in front of him and saw that although she was young, her expression was calm and leisurely, he couldn't help twisting the yellow talisman on his hand: "But this lady saved me?"

Jiang Feng nodded again and again: "Aweng, thanks to this lady, you were able to wake up. It's my grandson's fault, I didn't realize it was wrong before..."

Carpenter Jiang patted his hand: "What are you doing? The gangsters want to do something, no ordinary person can prevent it."

With the help of his grandson, he got out of the coffin and gave He Lingjiang a solemn salute: "Thank you lady for saving me."

"The old man doesn't need to be more polite." He Lingjiang helped him up with one hand, "I just met him by chance, and I felt that something was wrong with this coffin bearer, so it was a coincidence that I saved you..."

She pointed to the two puppets that Jiang Feng had placed in the coffin: "The old man hadn't really died before, and maybe there was another chance, so the eight coffin-carrying people couldn't carry the coffin."

"And these two puppets were obviously put on a puppet spell and came here to carry the coffin."

"I don't know if the old man has known anyone who is proficient in puppet art before?"

puppet?

puppet?
Jiang Carpenter looked surprised, he picked up the two puppets and looked at them carefully.

The puppet was very well made, and the carvings between the eyebrows and eyes were meticulous, even the fingers and toes were polished very carefully and smoothly. Looking at this familiar knife craftsmanship, his heart sank.

It was him...

(End of this chapter)