This apocalypse is a bit sour

Chapter 212 Buying a Coffin

"Do you like the front or the back?" Tangyuan suddenly spoke, with a hint of a smile in the voice, which was extremely crisp and sweet.

He looks cold like a lotus flower on a snowy mountain, but he is also such a slutty person in his heart. The black man despises the glutinous rice balls in his heart.

"I can spend a good night with a beauty, I am naturally happy with either side, but I prefer the back side, because!"

Before the black man finished speaking, he felt the figure of the person in front of him disappear suddenly, and his heart was pierced by an ice sword.

Tangyuan stood behind the black man, slowly retracting the ice sword, and a faint stream of ice flew in his hand to wipe the sword.

Slowly squatting down, picked up the crystal nucleus bag at the waist of the black man's corpse, and threw it to the old man.

"This money is not enough to buy two coffins, only enough to buy one, and I will give you the cheapest urn." The old man smiled slightly, weighed the bag, and hung it on his waist.

"Okay." Tangyuan nodded. "When will the coffin be ready?"

"It will take two days at the earliest."

"I'm going to the banquet. I want to see the coffin carved before I come back." Tang Yuan put the ice sword back into his long cloak.

"When will you come back?" The old man quickly opened the door for the glutinous rice balls
"Before 21 o'clock." He strode towards the wind and snow.

The old man looked back, and the current time was nineteen twenty.

From a distance, the Meng family looked like an extremely impregnable fortress, with strict guards in front of the gate, and three teams of patrolling soldiers walking back and forth.

On the courtyard wall, there was a torch every two meters, and a soldier stood beside the torch.

"The guards are tight." Tangyuan admired the surrounding scene with great interest.

"Hey, what are you doing standing at the gate!" A soldier noticed the glutinous rice balls.

"I want to go in." Tang Yuan answered with a low head.

"You can enter the Meng family if you want. Do you have an invitation card or send someone to lead the way?" The soldier looked up and down the glutinous rice balls. Seeing her extraordinary temperament and well-dressed clothes, she might be a guest invited by the Meng family.
"No."

"You want to go in without an invitation!" The soldier gave Tang Yuan an angry look. "The Meng family is heavily guarded. There are so many checkpoints in front and back. It is absolutely impossible for someone like you to sneak in. Even if you are lucky enough to climb the wall and get in, you will be shot to death by the soldiers behind the door as soon as you enter. "

"Thank you for reminding me, I will only go through the gate." Tang Yuan slowly continued to move forward.

As soon as the soldiers on both sides saw someone approaching against dissuasion, they immediately surrounded the glutinous rice balls.

"I don't have money to buy an urn." Tangyuan sighed helplessly, looking very helpless.

The surrounding soldiers stabbed at Tangyuan with bayonets. Tangyuan rose into the air and drew out the ice sword he carried with him.

In the next second, a beautiful snow lotus bloomed among the soldiers, each petal was dotted with a little red, and the glutinous rice balls slowly fell to the ground, and all the soldiers who attacked her fell down, their throats were cut with blood, No breath left.

The soldiers upstairs immediately sensed the movement below, and raised their guns to aim at Tangyuan. A gust of snow blinded people's eyes, but after the snowstorm passed, there was no one in sight.

"Where are the people!" Everyone on the city wall shouted in surprise.

Tangyuan slowly opened the door of the Meng family. She originally wanted to visit this family quietly and calmly take the lives of Meng Nanshan and her master along the way.

But why are there so many people scrambling to die.

Picking up the ice sword in his hand, he casually slashed at the guard who was close to him.

The front yard was lively and the backyard was even more lively. The birthday party had just started, and everyone sat in their seats beaming with joy, sending Meng Nanshan's birthday greetings back and forth.

In the middle of the hall sat Meng Zhou and her five wives, Meng Youran and Meng Nanshan were sitting far away from each other.

An Jinlan is not Meng Youran's wife yet, so she can't sit next to her for the time being, so she can only sit at the end of the hall.

She has always disliked this kind of banquet. As soon as the party started, she planned in her heart how to leave this hall as soon as possible.

"Today is my 25th birthday, thank you for coming." Meng Nanshan got up and politely expressed his gratitude to everyone. "In the days to come, like everyone else, I will pay close attention to the lives of the poor people in the base and help them with a kind heart."

When rich people get together, they always like to talk about the rich in the same way that the poor like to talk about the rich.They like to hold various charity parties and talk about various topics on how to solve the problem of making the poor poorer.The result of this kind of thing is often the same as a poor man's dream of becoming a rich man who can spend extravagantly, which is vain and useless.

The money and patience of the rich are like the sweet dreams of the poor. When the day breaks and the wine wakes up, they don't know where they went.

"I picked up a stringless bow at Base B." An Jinlan turned sideways slightly, and the servant came out holding the bow. "The commoner is a strong bow, but the supernatural is the string of the bow. Without the supernatural, the bow is worthless. Without the commoner, no matter how strong the supernatural is, there is no guarantee of food and clothing. Therefore, we Jedi cannot be people who abandon bows. Use the bow properly."

An Jinlan, who was sitting at the farthest distance, slowly clenched her fists. She recognized that it was Tangyuan's bow. Tangyuan never left her body. This guy must have taken the bow from Tangyuan's body.

"Report to the owner that an uninvited guest has broken in." A soldier hurried into the hall.

"If it's not a guest, ask some guards to send him away." It was obviously the first time Meng Zhou was disturbed by such a thing.

"That person is so powerful. All our family's obstacles to him are so vulnerable. She is almost at the gate."

As soon as the guard's words fell, Feng Xue pushed open the main door of the hall. This main door is extremely heavy, usually it takes two adults to push it at the same time.

Meng Zhou frowned vigilantly and looked towards the gate.

In the snowstorm, the ice-blue cloak looked like a king from hell, and the ice sword in his hand was stained with countless blood, pure but extremely coquettish.

"Stop her, this is your last chance." Meng Zhou was very disappointed with his soldiers, and it seemed that he needed to recruit some supernatural beings into his mansion.

The six guards quickly surrounded the glutinous rice balls, and the blue ice sword circled around their wrists, as if drawing a flower in the air. In the next second, they counterattacked with one blow, taking the heads of two people in a row.

The sword was like a phantom, obviously it was just one sword, but it seemed that countless were being operated at the same time. Tangyuan flew up, kicked away the guards who were close to him, turned 180 degrees in the air and stood back to the original place again.

The last guard slashed at Tangyuan with a knife, and the ice sword flew towards the guard's chest, and directly stuck the guard and the sword on the pillar.

"Who are you, and what grievances do you have with my Meng family?" Meng Zhou had also been admitted through a storm, and he could still maintain his composure.

(End of this chapter)