My master is invincible

Chapter 1316 Talking about the Grave (61)

When I arrived at the place where Yan Junshan lived, it was about ten o'clock, and the door was closed. I knocked on the door tentatively and called out, "Boss Lin, are you there?"

Strangely, after knocking several times in a row, the room was quiet without any sound.

This made me frown. According to Yan Jin, Yan Junshan has no time in the past few days. Could it be that she was right?
Immediately, I knocked a few more times, this time I knocked on the door quite loudly, and even shouted a little louder subconsciously, "Boss Lin, I'm Chen Jiu!"

After touching it for about half a minute, a gloomy voice came from inside, "The key is in the mineral water bottle on the left side of the door, come in by yourself."

As soon as I heard it, I quickly looked at that place. There was a black water bottle there.

However, what puzzles me is that there is obviously someone inside, why do you have to lock the door? Isn't this asking for trouble?

With this kind of doubt, I slowly unlocked the door, pushed the door in, and everything was normal, but there was nothing unusual about it.

Through the courtyard, I walked into the back room.

When I first entered the house, I was greeted by a mass of black heads. After a rough estimate, it was estimated that there were more than a hundred people. The strange thing was that these people stood there in a daze without any movement. He looked straight ahead, and there was a person sitting in front of him, it was Yan Junshan, no, he should be called Uncle Lin at this time.

When Uncle Lin saw me coming in, he nodded symbolically, motioning for me to come over to him.

I nodded and walked over. I don't know if it was my illusion or what happened. I always felt that there was something wrong with the nearly a hundred people in the room, especially the eyes of those people were particularly hollow, not the eyes that ordinary people can have.

When I came to Uncle Lin, I glanced at him for a while. His face was very gloomy, and his eyes were staring at the nearly hundred people, as if he had something on his mind. I called out softly: "Boss Lin, plantain fan brought it."

He hummed, didn't speak, got up slowly, and walked back and forth around the hundreds of people.

Taking advantage of this time, I kept staring at the nearly a hundred people and looked at them, and found that their standing posture was very much like an army, but their faces were extremely pale, even if it is described as pale as paper, it would not be an exaggeration.

If one or two people are like this, it can be explained as physical discomfort, but nearly a hundred people have such expressions, which makes me a little uneasy, and even began to suspect that they are not human.

At that moment, I slowly walked over to those people, stretched out my hand and poked one of them lightly, my hand was extremely stiff, as if I had been given a zombifying agent.

This situation shocked me a lot, Ma De, can normal people be so stiff.

Uncle Lin seemed to have seen my movements, and said in a deep voice, "Don't touch me!"

I groaned, and quickly withdrew my hand, but my eyes kept staring at one of them, and a word came to my mind involuntarily, zombie.

I remember that the zombies in the movie seemed to be like this, stiff all over, with empty eyes.

With this thought in mind, the way I looked at those nearly a hundred people changed, Ma De, are these people really zombies?

No, the zombies in the movie all have fangs, and the nearly a hundred people in front of them have no other symptoms except body stiffness and pale complexion. Am I thinking too much?

Just when I was in a daze, Uncle Lin came over, first patted me on the shoulder, and then said with a smile: "Chen Jiu, follow me to the study."

I groaned, followed him to another room, subconsciously turned my head to look at the nearly hundred people, my heart sank like iron.

Soon, the two of us entered the study room, which was the first time we came to the room. Uncle Lin asked me to sit by the side, while he poured me tea without talking.

After being silent for about 3 minutes, he slowly said, "Take out the plantain fan and let me have a look."

I didn't hesitate, took out the banana fan and handed it to him, staring at him all the time. Although I already knew that he was Yan Junshan, I didn't dare to tell the truth. Firstly, I suspected that Yu Qian was in his hands and dared not disobey him I mean, secondly, I want to see how long this Yan Junshan will pretend to be.

Uncle Lin took the banana fan and glanced at it for a while, then put away the banana fan, handed me another cigarette, and said with a smile: "Chen Jiu, you and I will be on the same boat from now on. It's time to confess to you."

My expression froze, and I pretended to be calm: "What do you mean?"

He smiled slightly, stared at me for a long time, and slowly said: "I am Yan Junshan."

As soon as these words came out, I was stunned, completely stunned, what does he mean?Test me?If I'm surprised, it means I don't know about it, and if I'm not surprised, it means I know about it.

In other words, once I know this, it means that Yan Jin told me, so he should have a different view of Yan Jin.

But, if I don't know about this, he will doubt me, the reason is very simple, if there is any agreement between him and Yan Jin, I will definitely be unlucky.

When this thought flashed across my mind, my heart became ruthless, and now I had no choice but to take a gamble, and said, "Oh, I already know."

He smiled, making people unable to see through his thoughts, and heard him say: "Well, then you don't wonder why I became Yan Junshan?"

Made, the old fox.

I cursed secretly, asking me seemingly indifferently, but in fact I was still testing me.

I thought about it for a while, and my mind was a little confused, mainly because I couldn't see through his intentions, and I didn't bother to think about it, so I told the truth and told him everything that the fast food restaurant owner said.

When I say this, it can be regarded as a misfortune. Anyway, I don't have a good impression of the fast food restaurant owner. Even if there is something wrong, this Yan Junshan is going to trouble the fast food restaurant owner.

After I finished speaking, Yan Junshan's expression froze, he slapped his palm on the table, and said sharply: "Well, Zhao Qiushan, I have treated you well all these years, how dare you..."

Having said that, he paused and clapped his hands. Two big men in black came in from the outside, and Yan Junshan ordered, "Bring that Zhao Qiushan here."

"Okay!" The two big men in black nodded and walked outside.

After they went out, Yan Junshan cast his eyes towards me and said with a smile, "When my daughter gave you the plantain fan, did she say anything to you?"

Grass!
I almost didn't go crazy, Ma De, this is too straightforward, so I said: "She is not willing to give me the plantain fan, I used some tricks."

"Oh?" He narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "What method, let's talk about it."

I thought about it for a while and said, "Actually, it's nothing. It's just telling her that there's no benefit in hiding the plantain fan. After all, it's a win-win situation if you go to the grave."

(End of this chapter)