Power Instructor

The old man in the coffin has messy hair and fluffy beard all over his face. It gives people a very rough feeling. The clothes on his body are also very old. There are patched patches everywhere. I don't know the image of this kind of roughness. Why did Ling Chi look pleasing to the eye?

The old man looked at Ling Chi with dim sleepy eyes as if he had not yet woken up, and asked, "Say, what do you do in my old residence?"

"This……"

Ling Chi opened his mouth and hadn't spoken yet, but the old man waved his hand again and said, "I've asked more about it. People who come to the coffin shop will naturally buy a coffin."

The old man jumped up and out of the coffin.

As he walked in, he said to Ling Chi: "Let’s talk about what style of coffin you want to buy. This is also very particular about buying a coffin. It depends on whom you want to buy, what kind of material is better and can be longer. Time protects the corpse from decay too early. Just like those corpses that have not completely decomposed after thousands of years, although it has a lot to do with the location of the burial, this good coffin is also very important."

"not me……"

Ling Chi wanted to explain his intention, but was interrupted again by the old man. Although the old man was not young, he could speak like a machine gun. "Or, do you want to make a coffin for yourself?"

"puff!"

Ling Chi almost vomited blood. He said to the old man, "Old sir, can you say something auspicious? Look at me, who is in my twenties. I made a coffin for myself so early. I was headed by the coffin board. Is it clipped?"

"It's not necessarily." The old man sat down in a rocking chair, shaking, and said: "This is a chaotic world. When Emperor Ming was still alive, this was already a world where people didn't have a good life. Emperor Ming is gone, and this is even more so. Like the Shura hell, people die every day, and most of them are young people like you. So, how do you know that the next person to die suddenly is you? Since you walked into my coffin shop, By the way, you can make a coffin for yourself, so that you don’t have the chance to make preparations if the accident happens too suddenly."

"..."

The chaos and cruel Lingchi in the Profound Realm Continent have been witnessed with their own eyes. People who are alive today may die tomorrow. Therefore, the old man’s words seem correct, but after all, he is still a big living person. Who listens to this? Comfortable?

Ling Chi coughed and was about to speak, but who would have thought that the old man interrupted him again, "Okay, look at your expression not for the coffin, does that show your intentions? You want to buy my coffin shop?"

"Uh, how did you know?"

Ling Chi was surprised, is his purpose so obvious? Besides, this is a coffin shop, not a timber shop. How can this old man determine his purpose?

Right now, the old man's face went dark, and he waved his hand, "Go away, my shop is not for sale."

"why?"

"If you don't sell it, you don't sell it, there is no why." The old man snorted: "Everyone knows that I am a blessed land. A lot of people pay attention to my shop in a year, but I will not sell it regardless of the price.

"Oh?"

Ling Chi looked at the coffin shop up, down, left, and right. Apart from the gloomy atmosphere lingering around, how could one tell that it was a blessed place?

Ling Chi pondered for a while and said, "It is understandable that you didn't want to sell before, but now you have to sell it?"

"Why do you say that?"

"My guess."

Ling Chi said with a smile: "In the past, the block of Zhulong Street was chaotic. You didn't sell it because there were frequent fights and fights around this area. It was inevitable that people would often die, so your coffin shop business also Yes, you think this is a blessed land, but now the entire Zhulong Street is flat, and your business is reduced. I guess your coffin shop is almost impossible to operate? If you don’t sell it, how can you continue to make a living? ?"

"Fuck off, I said I wouldn't sell it if I didn't sell it."

The old man was obviously irritated, and Ling Chi had clearly seen his current dilemma, but his character was stubborn, and now he pushed Ling Chi out.

"boss."

At this time, a rough voice came, and then several men with sturdy figures walked in. Each of these guys was over 1.9 meters tall. They walked in and blocked the doorway. The groggy coffin shop suddenly became darker and gloomy.

The old man asked: "I am the boss, do you buy a coffin?"

"Nonsense, you are naturally going to buy a coffin." said the leading man with a scar on his face. From the figure and clothing of these men, we can know that these are all barbarians.

The old man’s face was suddenly filled with smiles, "What kind of coffin do you want to choose? How many mouthfuls? Tell your thoughts, old man, I will choose the best and the best for you, and I promise you will like it."

The big scared man "pooh" and said, "It's not that we want to sleep on our own. What do we want to do? Just pick a bite. Let a kid who doesn't have eyesight sleep and dare to bully our Master Kunda. I bought a coffin and sent it to him, and buried him directly."

"Ok?"

Ling Chi frowned, Master Kunda? Isn't that the son of Batu, the **** of war he beat?

Dare, these guys are here to make a coffin for themselves?

"How many gentlemen are you going to seek revenge?" the old man asked.

"Yes." The big scared man nodded, then glared at the old man, and said: "Old man, don't talk so much, hurry up and choose a coffin for us. It doesn't matter whether it is good or not, it's all pretending to be dead anyway."

The old man asked again: "Then what is the figure of the person you want to seek revenge, if you buy a smaller size, how embarrassing that you can't fit people?"

"This……"

Scar Dahan paused, then looked at Ling Chi and said, "According to Master Kunda, that kid should be similar to this kid, hey, this dress and dress seem to be similar to what our Master Kunda described! "

"Oh?"

The old man also looked at Ling Chi, he seemed to be saying that these guys are not looking for you, right?

Ling Chi coughed and said, "Then, elder brothers, or I will pick one for you."

"Will you pick?" The scared man doubted.

"Yes, naturally it will."

Ling Chi's gaze scanned the surrounding coffins, and finally landed on one of the coffins painted in gold, and said, "I think this one is almost the same, or should I lie in and try?"

"What?"

"You lie in and try?"

Several big guys are dumbfounded, isn't this kid with a brain disease? It doesn't matter if you pick a coffin for someone, do you even lie in and demonstrate it yourself?

Ling Chi chuckled and said, "This is natural. I picked a coffin for myself. How can I know if it's suitable without lying down?"

"What do you mean?" A big man looked at Ling Chi with a dumb look, and the next moment the scarred man gave him a slap, "Idiot, this kid just hit our young master Kunda."

Ling Chi smiled and said, "Yeah, this is really a narrow road for Yuanjia!"

"..."