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Chapter 43: Burial Gate

This time, not only the Zhang family, but also I was a little confused.

What's wrong with Zhang Qi? I said it was too coincidental before, but now I insisted that I am not the murderer.

I looked at the cigarette pole on my hand. Could it be because of this?

Speaking of how many things I have experienced, I have also discovered that this cigarette pole is not ordinary.

But no matter what, it is not enough to let Zhang Qi take a look and confirm that I am not the murderer. Even if this is the cigarette holder of Empress Dowager Cixi, it is not enough. Of course, I don’t know if Empress Dowager Cixi smokes dry cigarettes.

Although Zhang Qi said this, the Zhang family still seemed reluctant. After all, I am indeed very suspicious of the murderer now. So no one scattered and surrounded the hall. I looked at it and Zhang San and Zhang Jiu were blocking the direction of the gate intentionally or unintentionally. It seemed that they didn't want me to leave.

I felt depressed, but I didn't expect that I would encounter such unlucky things. The Zhang family is a real wealthy family. If I really offend the Zhang family, I, a poor boy, will definitely be ruined.

At this time, there was a small commotion among the Zhang family around outside, and the crowd separated. Mr. Feng walked in from outside with a blank expression.

After the Zhang family came, they took the body back and I followed them. They didn't seem to inform Mr. Feng, and they didn't know why Mr. Feng came.

I glanced sharply at the outside of the crowd, where Mr. Feng came from, a beautiful woman in red was standing there looking here with a worried face. Who is it not Sister Ning?

I suddenly realized that it was Sister Ning who called Mr. Feng.

When the Zhang family saw Mr. Feng's expression changed slightly. Zhang San in front of the door subconsciously moved away, as if he was a little afraid of Mr. Feng.

I was overjoyed when I saw Mr. Feng. Although I didn’t know why, the Zhang family seemed to be in awe of Mr. Feng.

"What are you doing here?" Mr. Feng looked at me and said lightly: "I'm back, I'll carry the coffin tomorrow." I responded happily and was about to walk up.

Zhang Jiu, who was by the door, couldn't help but stop him and said, "Who will let you go!" Mr. Feng raised his eyelids slightly, and looked at Zhang Jiu with his back to him, a hint of chill flashed in his eyes. Zhang Qi shouted angrily with a calm face: "Xiaojiu, what are you doing? You haven't let go, I've already said that Brother Ma is not the murderer." Zhang Jiu said angrily: "Brother! Why do you believe this kid so easily! Is it just because he is a disciple of Feng? Isn't it just a burial gate? Can our Zhang family still be afraid of him?" Although his words were not nutritious, the two words in his words attracted my attention.

What does the burial gate mean?

Judging from Zhang Jiu's meaning, Mr. Feng seemed to be this kind of burial gate. He thought Zhang Qi let me go because of this burial gate.

But I have never heard of any burial gate.

Zhang Qi was silent on the other side, and then sternly said: "I said Brother Ma would not be the murderer. Of course, there is my reason. Zhang Jiu, don't you even believe me?" Zhang Jiu stopped talking. After a while, he looked at me hatefully: "Don't let me catch your foot." Then he made way.

I shrugged and said, "Whatever you want." Then I walked over. Mr. Feng still had no reaction. He turned around without saying a word and walked away, and I followed him.

Walking out of the crowd, I saw Sister Ning looking at me with a worried look on her face, but she seemed to be worried about something and dared not come over. I smiled and nodded at her, signaling that I was fine, and then left with Mr. Feng.

On the way back to Xiaolou, Mr. Feng didn't say anything along the way, nor did he ask me what was going on, but I couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Feng, what was the funeral gate he just mentioned?" Mr. Feng did not answer, but when I asked, I didn't expect him to answer me, and it was no surprise.

When we returned to the small building, I found that there was one more person in the building.

A young man was asleep on the sofa in the hall.

Because I couldn't see what he looked like when facing it, but looking at his back, it was a little weird that he was wearing a red dress that looked a bit like a monk's robe. I could also see the rosary on his neck.

Is this a monk? But he doesn't have a bald head.

It has been less than two hours since I left Xiaolou before. This young man wearing a monk's robe must have come here during this period.

I asked Mr. Feng who he was. Mr. Feng paused and said he would help carry the coffin tomorrow.

"Help carry the coffin?" I was stunned for a moment: "Isn't it enough with us?" Mr. Feng shook his head: "This time, I can't do it. I only lift the head of the coffin. Most people cannot lift it between the tail of the coffin and the middle of the two sides." I looked at myself and the young man on the sofa: "The head of the coffin and the tail of the coffin and the middle of the two sides, so there must be four people. Now I'm only three." Mr. Feng said lightly: "One more will come tomorrow morning." As he said that, he went upstairs and heard the sound of a slamming door closing from the upstairs. I shook my head helplessly.

The young man on the sofa seemed to have died of sleep, and the voices of Mr. Feng and I didn't wake him up.

However, there are many rooms in this small building, so there is no need to sleep on the sofa. I walked over and wanted to wake him up.

"Hey, wake up!" I bent down and patted his shoulder. He suddenly turned his face, and my eyes just met his open eyes. In an instant, I seemed to see two golden lights flashing in his eyes.

Before I could react, he suddenly rushed from the sofa, and at the same time he reached out and grabbed my stretched wrist and twisted it. I felt a pain in my shoulders and fell onto the sofa.

Then I just felt my neck tightening, as if something was tying my neck and began to tighten.

"Who are you!" A cold voice came from behind, and I raised my hand and shouted: "Calm down, I just want to wake you up. I am Mr. Feng's assistant!" "Ah?" A little surprised sound came from behind, and then I felt the compression on my neck disappear, and my locked arm also loosened.

I turned around, and the young man took two steps back and showed a sorry smile.

"Uh, it turns out you are Ma Yiming. I'm sorry, I just woke up and my mind was still dizzy." I raised my head and saw a long string of rosary beads in my hand. It turned out that this thing was the one who just strangled my neck.

I rubbed my neck that was strangled and hurt, and I felt a little crying. What kind of disaster did I have today? One or two of them came to my neck. The medicine I had applied before had been rubbed off twice. I guess I would have to leave scars. If someone saw it later, I might think I had been hanging before.

"Are you okay?" the young man asked.

Although I complained in my heart, I still shook my head: "It's okay, do you know me by the way?" The young man nodded: "Yes, I heard Boss Feng say it before." At this time, I saw the young man's face clearly. Unexpectedly, he was quite handsome and fair. His hair was combed to both sides, and there was a red dot in the middle of his forehead that seemed to be cinnabar. Combined with his red monk robe and the rosary on his hand, he looked like an unorthodox monk.

I turned over and sat on the sofa. At this time, the young man told me that his name was Chu Sili.

"Chu Sili? Are you a monk? But I think you have hair too." I asked curiously.
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