On the day I left school, I knocked all the relatives in the hospital to death

After listening to Zhang Lingchuan's words, my blood boiled.

Immediately asked him: "Boss, when are we going to fuck that man named Jiang!"

Unexpectedly, Zhang Lingchuan yawned and ordered me to close the shop.

Then he tilted his head and leaned directly on the chair at the counter.

"Long-lived Kungfu is long-lived. If you don't do it today, you will do it tomorrow."

"What's the rush? Wait until I wake up."

After saying these words, he fell into a very peaceful sleep as if dead.

Yes, then I will sleep if he sleeps.

Otherwise, my body would be a little unbearable after staying up all night.

It was quiet outside, and I slept in the house until evening.

When I woke up, I found that it was dark again outside.

Someone was talking downstairs, and Zhang Lingchuan's flattering voice came up.

"Zhang Chu, the few we killed were all S-level wanted criminals!"

"If they were allowed to escape, there's no telling how many innocent people would be harmed."

"Our funeral street has made great achievements this time. Is there any reward? Hahahaha——"

I sat on the bed and cleared my mind. When I walked down the stairs again, I found that the coffins were gone.

He must have been taken away by the guards of the Special Investigation Bureau.

Zhang Lingchuan crossed his legs on the counter and whistled.

"Xiao Yuzi, you are very brave when it comes to killing people with a knife."

I lowered my head and smiled sheepishly.

"Boss, I am a member of Funeral Street, these are the things I should do."

Zhang Lingchuan showed a distressed expression, and then took out a yellowed booklet.

"Tsk, can't you think of another way to kill them?"

"Damn it, look at the blood splattered all over the street shops. I have to spend extra money to hire someone to clean it up."

"It cost a total of more than 3000 to clean it up. I have to keep this money in your head and remember to pay it back to me later."

I stood there blankly, and the corners of my mouth couldn't help but twitch a few times.

"Boss, according to your calculations."

"I might not even be able to exchange this money for you in the underworld."

Zheng Huaimin had already floated behind me and sighed deeply.

"Young man, accept your fate."

"Zhang Lingchuan's nickname in our funeral street is Zhang Bapi! No one has ever been able to take advantage of him."

Zhang Lingchuan picked up a piece of wood and hit Zheng Huaimin's shadow.

"Go back to your place to cultivate yourself, and stop confusing the public with your evil words and ruining my reputation."

Zheng Huaimin snorted: "You speak as if you have a reputation."

Zhang Lingchuan casually formed a talisman, and Zheng Huaimin's soul was directly sucked into the soul-nurturing altar.

After processing all this, he turned to me and asked.

"By the way, did you also cast a curse on Zhou Xiaotian?"

"After that guy returned to the Special Investigation Bureau, he became unstable, crying and screaming like a madman."

When Leng Buding heard Zhang Lingchuan's question, I was stunned for a moment, and then nodded with some anxiety.

"That day I was a little angry and impulsive..."

I used Zhou Xiaotian's hair to make a paper mantra that possessed the soul.

As long as the spell is activated, there will be four paper figures who torture Zhou Xiaotian day and night.

It makes him restless and sleepless at night.

"It doesn't matter. People like him should be taught a lesson."

"Tolerance will not bring you respect. Only when you have the ability to be tough will they be afraid of you."

I seemed to understand and nodded.

But I also understand the principle of quitting when things get better.

No matter how stupid Zhou Xiaotian is, he still belongs to the Special Investigation Bureau. I can't go too far and make it difficult for Zhang Lingchuan.

Anyway, Zhou Xiaotian has been cursed by me for the past two days, and his life has not been easy.

So I quietly put my hand into my pocket and untied the hat.

Zhang Lingchuan took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, speaking to me vaguely.

"Tidy up and I'll take you out for dinner later."

After this incident, I asked him with some worry: "We have killed so many of Jiang Shichen's men. With his character, he will definitely not let us go easily."

Zhang Lingchuan smiled evilly.

"Monk Chen is right, that Jiang Shichen has something wrong with his mind."

"He wanted to mess with me, but he didn't bother to inquire. When I go back to the Special Investigation Bureau, it's just like going home."

"The Jiang family thinks they can kill me by placing a chess piece in the special investigation bureau? Humph, that's a joke."

He stood up and patted my shoulder: "Now Jiang Shichen doesn't even know that I have come out of the Special Investigation Bureau."

"And I also sent someone to spread the news, saying that I have been taken into custody by the Special Investigation Bureau and I may not be able to get out in this life."

"And there are rumors outside that my shop caught fire for no apparent reason and has been burned down."

"Jiang Shichen is deliberately thinking that his capable men have completed the task perfectly and is happy."

I looked at Zhang Lingchuan in surprise: "Can you still play like this?"

Zhang Lingchuan looked at me deeply.

"Don't listen with your ears, use your brain to analyze."

I nodded vigorously. Zhang Lingchuan was indeed the tyrant of the funeral street. He was truly amazing.

But talking about this, I am curious.

How did Zhang Lingchuan conquer so many talented people in Funeral Street?

Hearing this, he took a deep drag on his cigarette and spoke nonchalantly.

"There is no respect for the old and care for the young in the funeral street, only hard power is the focus."

"What else can I do? Of course the reputation is gained through fighting."

As he said that, he raised his eyebrows at me: "To put it simply, I will kill anyone who disobeys me."

After hearing this, I silently gave him a thumbs up.

"Boss, domineering."

After eating, Zhang Lingchuan got into his cool off-road vehicle and took me on a rugged mountain road.

"Boss, where are we going?"

Zhang Lingchuan held a cigarette in his mouth and said in an awesome voice: "I heard that Jiang Shichen will stay in Yuncheng for a while this time because he has a pot in the mountains!"

Holding a pot is a slang term for tomb robbers.

It means that there is a large tomb nearby, and the person in charge cannot handle it alone.

He posted hero posts widely and organized a group of local masters and captain Mojin to fight together.

By then, the good things fished out will definitely go to the owner first.

The local masters who come to support the pot can also get a share of the pie.

After listening, I knew what Zhang Lingchuan wanted to do.

"Boss, when we go over this time, we want to take away his pot, right?"

Zhang Lingchuan raised his eyebrows.

"good."

"Besides, this is also what the Special Investigation Bureau means."

I was a little surprised after hearing this: "The Special Investigation Bureau still deals with tomb robbing?"

At this time, Zhang Lingchuan's expression was already serious.

"Ordinary tomb robberies are managed by the public."

"The reason why the Special Investigation Bureau is so nervous this time is because there is something in that tomb, and it is very dangerous."

"If it's not handled well, I'm afraid several surrounding villages will suffer."

I asked curiously: "What's in the tomb? How many people did the Special Investigation Bureau send to deal with it this time?"

Zhang Lingchuan stretched out his hand and pointed at him, then at me: "We are sent."

I am speechless.

"These people from the Special Investigation Bureau are too thieves! They didn't dare to offend the Jiang family, so they sent us two as cannon fodder!"

However, Zhang Lingchuan said something that made me think about it for a long time.

"If we can't play the role of cannon fodder, what reason does the Special Bureau have to support the group of people in Funeral Street who pose a great threat to society?"