Pirate’s Infinite Wings

It was late at night, and the moonlight was leading them. Several servants carried a pair of black wooden coffins and walked steadily behind Fang Lang. The wooden Taoist and the pine layman had just left.

Lu Xiaofeng walked at the back of the team. He has been in the world for many years, and he has long been immune to coffins. Seeing the dead a lot, I don't have the fear I imagined, but get used to it instead.

The night is already thick, thick as ink. Autumn wind and grass, poplars withered, a bright moon just rising like an ice plate, slanting on this gloomy and desolate wine cellar field, no one can be seen, even ghosts can't be seen.

Even if there were ghosts, Lu Xiaofeng couldn't see them, facing the oncoming autumn wind, he couldn't help shivering Lingling. Fang Lang still walked at the front of the team calmly.

Looking at this place in the afternoon, I still don't think this place is so barren, but now I look at the white wooden door, and I feel a little apprehensive. It's just that the ones lying inside are his friends, even if they don't have a deep friendship, as long as they are friends that Lu Xiaofeng recognizes, even if they become ghosts, they will not change.

Fang Lang waved his hand, and they immediately stopped. This place is good, there is a barren hill outside, just dig a hole, erect a monument, bury the coffin in it, and it's over.

"Let's go." After speaking, Fang Lang casually threw a few taels of silver to several servants. As long as he and Lu Xiaofeng finish the rest, these people can't help much.

The two exchanged glances, and Lu Xiaofeng pushed the door open and entered. The old heavy wooden door made a "creaking" sound, which seemed extraordinarily desolate in this silent night.

Master Sun was still lying there quietly, his face completely darkened. It seemed that the blood had begun to coagulate, and the eyes were still wide open, still maintaining the terrified appearance before death.

Lu Xiaofeng stretched out his hand to caress Master Sun's face, and finally closed those unwilling eyes. Fang Lang was waiting outside, this place is actually not that safe, otherwise he wouldn't have to be buried here.

Lu Xiaofeng didn't have the slightest intention to dislike him, so he picked him up. He was not heavy when he was alive, but after his death, his weight dropped by a large proportion due to his blood loss. Lu Xiaofeng almost suspected that he was carrying a paper man on his back.

Fang Lang raised his hand, naked, the coffin lid had been lifted by a powerful internal force. Lu Xiaofeng took advantage of the situation and put the person in, but unexpectedly the size was just right, as if it was tailor-made for him.

Fang Lang looked at it with satisfaction. He was not very good in life, and he must have a comfortable place after death. Lu Xiaofeng wanted to step forward to put the lid on the coffin, but with a wave of Fang Lang's hand, the problem was solved.

The two of them worked together to find a place that was not bad in terms of feng shui, and buried Master Sun in it. In fact, these things could have been done after dawn, but Fang Lang didn't like to leave things until tomorrow.

If you want to say, who can dig a pit and bury people in the middle of the night in the mountains, and still keep their faces and hearts beating, I am afraid that there are only these two people in front of them. However, Lu Xiaofeng didn't feel afraid because Master Sun was his friend.

Fang Lang, on the other hand, didn't pay attention to this matter at all. He hasn't found anyone to settle the matter of the coffin yet! Even though Lu Xiaofeng had already chopped up those two mahogany pavilions that were an eyesore.

However, Fang Lang always felt that the man would still do something. September 15th, the day of the decisive battle, something must happen!

However, during this period of time, there are all kinds of rumors in the world, and there are all kinds of versions. What two people are at odds, they plan to frame each other, and they will do anything in order to become famous in the first battle.

It's just that the rumors stop at the wise. He doesn't care what others say, and he doesn't want to care, as long as it doesn't touch his bottom line. However, it was obvious that the matter of the coffin had already taken him seriously.

After the matter here was over, Fang Lang and Lu Xiaofeng returned to the inn where they stayed when they came back. Of course, at this time, no one will make six doors for them, but that doesn't mean they can't get in.

Both of them performed lightness kung fu and jumped in from their respective windows. Fang Lang had a sleepless night, and the touch of his fingertips was still fresh in his memory. This feeling of being provoked was infinitely magnified in this silent night.

As soon as Lu Xiaofeng touched the pillow, he fell asleep. What happened today made him unable to think about anything. It's better to recharge your batteries and think about it better tomorrow.

Furthermore, how can you be so tired when you have an appointment with a beautiful woman tomorrow. He is still very interested in beauties. Master Sun's death may or may not be a relief to him, after all, he is doomed to be unsuccessful in this life.

On the second day, Mu Daoren, a Gusong layman, came to their inn early, and now everyone in the capital was talking about Ye Gucheng's injury, and the bets on Fang Lang suddenly increased a lot.

Originally, they shouldn't care so much about the affairs of secular people. But no matter where they go, the names of these two people are always in their ears. Even if they can't ask, they still know more or less about the situation of the gambling market.

At dawn, Fang Lang opened his eyes on time. The first ray of sunshine in the morning shines on the early riser without hesitation, and he hardly sleeps throughout the night.

I always have a vague feeling in my heart that Master Sun's death and the mahogany coffin with his name engraved on it must be done by the same person. But, who did this, and for what purpose? !

Either money or love. The latter is more complicated. There can be many kinds of emotions. Hate is a kind of emotion, jealousy is a kind of emotion, and resentment is also a kind of emotion. If it was only for money, then things would be much simpler.

But if it's for personal grievances, it's not that simple. The problems that money can solve are not problems, but the most complicated thing about people is feelings. Once anything is related to feelings, it is not something that can be explained clearly.

Didn't expect Lu Xiaofeng to wake up today

So early, as soon as Fang Lang came downstairs, he saw him sitting with Mu Taoist Gu Song, and they seemed to be having a good chat.

Fang Lang walked over slowly, and Xiao Er immediately added a pair of bowls and chopsticks for him with sharp eyes. At this time, it was still early, and there were actually not many people in the inn. ..