My master is invincible

Chapter 2149

When I heard that such a big event happened in Niutou Village, this old man didn't know about it?

This is impossible!
Ordinarily, if such a big event happened, let alone ten miles away, it is estimated that many people around knew about it.

What's more, it's been three days.

At that moment, I looked towards Lao Tian and asked him, "This is?"

He smiled awkwardly, and quickly explained: "Master, it's like this. Mr. Gong doesn't bother to have too many contacts with ordinary people, so he is slow to hear."

Ok?
As expected of a businessman, he speaks nicely.

No wonder some people say that those who do business can talk about all the birds in the sky.

It was obvious that Mr. Gong was not a gregarious person, and when he heard it from Lao Tian, ​​it seemed that Mr. Gong disdained to socialize with ordinary people.

And Mr. Gong was obviously more useful to these words, and looked at Lao Tian with a smile.

I figured it out, no wonder Lao Tian was able to invite him over, it's a good flattery.

At the moment, I didn't hide it any more, and roughly told Mr. Gong about the things of the past few days.

His reaction was quick, first he slapped me on the face, and then he cursed angrily: "Look, look at the good deeds you coffin bearers have done, if it weren't for you, how could so many people die! "

I'm a little angry, if I could, I would definitely raise my hand and slap him in the face.

Considering that the other party is an old man, I endured it, and instead smiled and said: "You are right, we are all to blame for this matter, but now that things have happened, what do you think about Jiang Xiaoyan's matter?"

But Han Qiu obviously didn't want to let it go, walked over and grabbed the old man by the collar.

Before Han Qiu could speak, the old man spoke. He said, "Young man, if you want to do this, I will fall down. To tell you the truth, I don't have any descendants. Once I fall down, I don't plan to get up. You have to prepare for my funeral!"

"Han Qiu!" I really didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Han Qiu was also shocked by what Old Gong said, and let go of the old man resentfully.

"Mr. Gong, Han Qiu is still young and ignorant, don't worry about it!" I took out a cigarette and handed it to him.

Mr. Gong was also unambiguous, grabbed the whole pack of cigarettes from my hand, and said: "There are so many people, you are the only one who can be a man, that's enough, stop talking nonsense, take me to see the dead."

Seeing this, I didn't dare to waste time, and quickly led him to Jiang Xiaoyan's coffin, and said, "Old Gong, we have already sealed the coffin, now there are only standing eggs left, look?"

He frowned, "Can't you see the dead?"

I hummed and said, "I can't see it, we've already riveted the nails in."

He looked distressed and said, "I'm afraid this is a bit difficult to do. If you want the egg to stand up on the coffin lid, you have to put something on the deceased."

While speaking, he took out something from his pocket.

This thing looks like a toothpick, but upon closer inspection, it is a rusty steel nail, only the size of a toothpick, with pointed ends. I asked, "What is this thing?"

He glanced at me and said, "The patrol pin must be placed on the dead body, otherwise, this thing can't be handled."

Now, I was in a bit of a dilemma. Now that the lid of the coffin has been sealed, it is definitely not possible to reopen the coffin. It is too unlucky. I hurriedly asked, "Can you put this nail on the coffin?"

He shook his head and said, "No, but don't worry, I can get the pins in."

While speaking, he glanced at me with a smug look on his face.

Ok?
To be honest, I don't believe it. Could it be that this old man can still be separated?

You must know that the coffin is sealed, and it is completely impossible to put things in it. The only way is to open the coffin.

However, what Gong Lao said next made me a little confused.

He said: "Tell me the approximate location of the deceased, and I will put the pin in her hand."

Is he crazy?

I reckon everyone present thought this way.

It's just that his next move made me a little convinced.

Because, he actually stood the patrol nail in the palm of his hand, and it looked quite fixed.

Mad, hell.

What's the situation.

Mr. Gong was very satisfied with the reactions of all of us, and asked me: "What is the approximate position of the deceased's right arm?"

I swallowed subconsciously, and said, "The deceased is already a skeleton, but the position of her palm bone should be three inches and two inches from the edge of the coffin."

"Are you sure?" he asked again.

I nodded and said: "Every time I bury the deceased, I strictly follow the size of the coffin. The position of her palm bone is definitely three inches and two inches from the edge of the coffin on the right. From the perspective of length, her palm The bone should be about four feet three inches."

As soon as the words finished, Mr. Gong nodded in satisfaction, "Yes, if you can keep this size in your heart, you are considered a talent among coffin bearers."

While speaking, his palm slammed down towards the edge of the coffin.

As his palm fell, I also felt any changes. It can even be said that the coffin has not moved.

It seems like a very ordinary palm.

But, at the moment when he withdrew his palm.

There was a very small opening on the edge of the coffin, if it was an ordinary person, it would not be possible to see such an opening at all.

In other words, with just one slap, he let the patrol nail penetrate the coffin and go straight into the dead man's hand.

I... I... I'm a little confused!
He stared at Mr. Gong in disbelief.

Is this still human?
Normal people, who has this ability.

The master is in the folk.

That was the only thought that crossed my mind.

Then Han Qiu was in the same situation as me, and it was the same. He stared closely at Mr. Gong and swallowed subconsciously.

"Okay, a group of things that have never seen the world."

Mr. Gong clapped his palms, turned his head, and said to me again: "Boy, go find some cinnabar and rub it on that cut."

"Tailing... Really...Jiang Xiaoyan's metacarpal bone?" I quivered, mainly because the scene just now was really incredible.

He glared at me, "Why, you doubt me?"

I shook my head and hurriedly said, "Don't dare!"

That's what I said, but I'm still a little skeptical. After all, it's okay to let the nail penetrate the coffin, as long as the hand is strong enough. The key to the problem lies in the control of strength.

As long as there is a slight difference, the patrol nail will only go straight through the coffin and go to the other side at a high speed, and it will never land on Jiang Xiaoyan's palm bone.

As if he knew whether he believed it or not, Mr. Gong sneered and said, "Boy, believe it or not, I can use the patrol nail to pierce through your body without hurting any organs of your body, and I can also make the patrol nail stand on the coffin."

I hurriedly gave up and said, "No...no need, I believe in you, I absolutely believe in you."

When I say this, I'm not flattering him, but the tone of his speech just now, full of confidence, if he didn't really have the ability, he would definitely not have such a tone.

All of a sudden, I became very interested in his abilities.To be honest, when Lao Tian asked me to learn Xunbu and "Xunnan Pineapple Sutra", I had no interest at all.

But now, it would be a lie to say that you are not interested.

At that moment, I quickly handed the tung oil to Mr. Gong, and said with a smile, "Mr. Gong, it's up to you next."

That old man snorted coldly, took the tung oil from my hand, and said: "Boy, let's see how talented you are. When you're going to mess with this, you can see clearly. How much you can learn is your ability. If you can learn one point, I will reluctantly accept you as an apprentice."

"What if you can learn [-]%?" I asked.

"Eighty percent?" He glared at me, "Boy, it's not a good thing to be so ambitious."

I smiled, "Suppose I have already learned the skill you just did?"

He snorted coldly, and angrily said: "I take back what I just said, a kid like you is not worthy of learning my Xunbu and "Xunnan Pineapple Sutra."

While speaking, he carried tung oil and walked towards the front of the coffin.

"Wait!" I called to stop him, "Can you lend me a patrol pin?"

(End of this chapter)