Sick Prince and Mad Consort

"Palace Lord, it's your subordinate." A black-robed man appeared behind the young man.

"Any news of her?" This person was none other than Qin Mang who was thrown into the cave by Rong Li.

"Speak!"

"Have you investigated what kind of power this is?" Qin Mang's expression became serious.

Now that the world was not peaceful and the martial arts world was full of trouble, it was not a good omen for a new force to suddenly emerge.

The black robed man continued, "I heard that they are working for a force called Hundred Feathers Pavilion."

"Hundred Feathers Pavilion?" This was a name that had never been heard before. Who was behind this influence?

Qin Mang stood up and said, "You must investigate this matter carefully, and don't forget to look for Rong Li's whereabouts. As soon as there is news of her, inform me immediately."

"Yes!" Your subordinate understands. Your subordinate will take his leave. " When the report was finished, the black-robed man left quite consciously.

Qin Mang raised his hand, the jade hairpin in his hand shone with a lustering jade light under the illumination of the oil lamp, but unfortunately its owner had left it behind, and it was unknown whether it was dead or alive.

"Rong Li, no matter where you are, I must find you." Qin Mang muttered to himself as he looked at the jade hairpin.

"Achoo!" Rong Li sneezed and could not help but rub her nose. Did she catch a cold?

A clean silk handkerchief was passed over. Rong Li turned her head to look at her.

Someone handed him a handkerchief. She directly took it and wiped her nose, then placed it back into Feng Hun's hands.

Feng Hun frowned, he did not know if it was due to disgust or trouble, but in the end, he still folded the handkerchief and stuffed it back into his bosom.

"Sell the coffins, sell the coffins, buy one for free!" Before he even reached the coffin shop, he heard someone shouting for business.

Rong Li almost fainted on hearing this. Who was so talented to buy a coffin and give one to him? Wasn't this cursing him to die just like that?

"Wait a minute, wolfboy, the smart Ling Er you're talking about, he can't be the uncle who's shouting about trading right now, right?" Rong Li prayed that this idiot was the one that the boss invited.

But the heavens did not hear her prayer, Gui Sha said, "That's right, he is Ling Er."

"That retard boss, where did you see that he's smart? He clearly scared away the business, alright?"

Idiot? Gui Sha and Feng Hun did not understand what he meant. But seeing that it was easy to doubt his words, Gui Sha was not convinced.

"You'll see."

Continue watching? Selling things like this, he wouldn't be able to sell a single coffin until nightfall. Rong Li felt that even if she heard the rumors, she would not believe them.

However, just as she turned around, she heard someone speaking, "Boss, give me a coffin."

"Sure, no problem. Would you like a small one, a wide one, a thin one or a custom-made one?" With such words, Rong Li broke out in a cold sweat.

Who would wait to be buried after they were done?

She turned around and saw that Ling Er was talking to a hunchbacked man. The man looked inside the yard and said, "My big yellow rhubarb is probably only this big. Let me see what size is suitable for you."

Big Yellow? Why did it sound like he was calling a dog's name? Just when Rong Li thought it was strange, he saw Ling Er enter and in no time, took out a thin leather coffin. It was only about a meter long, and could be carried away by him.

"Is this for the child?" Rong Li asked.

Unfortunately, no one replied and the person directly paid him. Ling Er then smiled and passed the incense to the hunchbacked man: "Here, this is a gift."

"Okay, thank you." The hunchbacked man bought the coffin and left.

There were more outrageous things that happened next. Some kids, like chickens and birds all came to buy coffins from Ling Er.

The coffin was still considered small after all being more than a meter in size. In the end, Rong Li actually saw a miniature coffin that was the size of a child's palm.

Finally, she could understand why Gui Sha thought that Ling Er was smart and capable. He had fully grasped the mentality of the consumer and would rather kill ten thousand wrongly than to let one go.

Rong Li sighed as she patted Gui Sha's shoulders and walked towards Ling Er. Gui Sha looked at his shoulder, he did not know what to think, but he quickly caught up.

"Sir, may I ask what kind of coffin you need, I have …" Ling Er patiently repeated the words he just introduced.

"Ling Er." Gui Sha interrupted his marketing.

It was only then that Ling Er saw the beggar boy who was standing behind Rong Li. "Yo, it's Little Killer, how can you be free to come to my place."

"Ling Er, I asked Gui Sha to bring me here."

Rong Li opened her mouth and successfully drew Ling Er's attention to her.

"You want a coffin?"

"No, we want them."

Ling Er laughed when he heard this, "You must be joking young lady, we only sell coffins here. If you want to find someone, you have to go to the yamen. If they were looking for dead people, they would have to go to the memorial hall. I don't have anyone here that you want. "

"What a sharp mouth. "Are you interested in helping me out? I won't treat you unfairly in terms of payment." Rong Li immediately gave out his invitation card.

Unfortunately, Ling Er did not accept it. Instead, he laughed and said, "Lady, you are in love with me wrongly. I am just a craftsman who sells coffins, I can't do anything."

"Ling Er." Gui Sha spoke again. This time, his voice was much deeper, a huge contrast from his clear voice that had yet to change.

Rong Li didn't turn back to look at Gui Sha, but she felt that his relationship with him wasn't ordinary.

Ling Er stared at Gui Sha for two seconds, then suddenly said sternly: "Then please come in, we will sit down and chat."

With this, they let go of each other. As expected, their friendship was not shallow. Rong Li was not worried that Gui Sha would plot against her, because compared to trying to scheme against his, this youth was even more inexperienced.

Ling Er led them to the living room, where there were tea bowls and teapots on the table. However, Ling Er said without even looking at them, "There's no tea or water in the living room, you guys should just take care of it."

Rong Li was not angry, and asked indifferently: "How much can you earn in a day like this?"

"Lady, you must be joking. It's impossible for dead people to exist every day, and dead cats and dogs aren't common either." This business is nothing more than a mess. " When Ling Er said this, he did not seem to be lying.