UGB 131. No matter how skilled you are, you are afraid of kitchen knives
131. No matter how skilled you are, you are afraid of kitchen knives
"Wu Dafu, haven't we seen each other for over ten years?"
After a while, Dong Laodao put down his pistol, took off his earplugs, turned his head, and looked at Fu Bo behind him whose mouth was twitching violently.
"How did Dong Xianshi play this?"
Fu Bo rubbed his face, forced a smile, but his eyes were full of puzzlement.
"Keep pace with the times. This gadget is much more powerful than a sword. It is hard to defend against attacks from far and near."
Dong Laodao raised his sleeves and wiped the hot sweat from his forehead, and made a gesture of invitation, signaling Uncle Fu to follow him to the central hall of the hall.
As soon as he entered the door, Uncle Fu stared blankly, suspecting that he had walked into a high-end hotel-style apartment.
The dark and shiny leather long sofa, the plasma LCD TV occupying the entire wall, and the brown large oval coffee table.
On the thick camel hair carpet, there is also a VR projector and a helmet...
"Master Dong Xian is really...a man with an old heart."
Uncle Fu stared straight at him, thinking that this old fellow was hiding underground to clean up.
As a result, is this a retreat? ?
This is clearly hiding and being an old otaku!
"It's all young people's gadgets, and Pindao only occasionally tries something new."
Dong Laodao took off his Taoist robe, threw it away, and hung it accurately on the floor-to-ceiling coat rack in the corner.
Just such a hand is enough to impress Fu Bo, after all, this strength, this accuracy...
It is definitely the proficiency that can only be obtained after more than ten years of being lost.
For a while, he felt a little bit sorry for the Wu family, who invested a large amount of property in Baiyun Temple every year.
"Sit anywhere."
Dong Laodao was only wearing a close-fitting white vest, big pants, and a big belly that slumped outwards, and he slumped on the large black leather sofa.
He exhaled hot air, and said lazily: "You came to see me suddenly today, what happened to the Wu family?"
"I remember the last time I made a move for the Wu family, it was 15 years ago when I got rid of Mr. Wu's nemesis."
Bringing up the business, Uncle Fu's expression darkened, and he said in a low voice, "Master Wu passed away more than half a month ago."
"died?"
Dong Laodao, who was grabbing a bottle of red wine in the ice bucket, was stunned for a moment, picked up the corkscrew thoughtfully, and slowly unscrewed the cork.
"Mr. Wu's physique, he will live to his [-]th birthday, there is no problem at all... What is the cause of death?"
He pushed a glass of chilled red wine in front of Forbe.
The latter shook his head and did not pick it up, but said in a solemn voice, "He died on...the woman's belly."
With a puff, Dong Laodao sprayed Fu Bo's head and face with a sip of red wine. The latter didn't change his face, and raised his hand to wipe it casually.
"Mr. Wu is too fierce. I have practiced in the poor way for most of my life, and now, I am definitely not able to get a woman's lust... Tsk."
Dong Laodao smacked his lips, and said with great interest: "Needless to say, he must have taken some kind of medicine, right?"
Fu Bo nodded, and gently placed a fragment of a small porcelain bottle that had been filled with rejuvenation dew on the coffee table.
"It's a fragment of a container for that drug."
Dong Laodao stretched out two skinny fingers, opened the sealed pouch, and sniffed it under his nose.
A lingering strange fragrance came faintly, but his old face changed drastically, and he hurriedly threw the pouch away.
"Where did this medicine come from?"
Dong Laodao's cloudy eyes were full of light, his old face was ferocious, how could there be any trace of old age?
"It was given by the boss of a pharmaceutical company named Cao Kun. It has been delivered for more than ten years, and the old man has also taken it for more than ten years, but there has never been an accident."
A look of joy flashed in Fu Bo's eyes. Originally, with the mentality of giving it a try, he brought the fragments of the Huichunlu porcelain bottle to see if Dong Laodao could identify it.
Looking at the other party's fierce reaction right now, he clearly knows something!
"Cao Kun...that's right, this medicine should be right, it came from those people!"
After Dong Laodao yelled sharply, his momentum slowly subsided, and he returned to that old man with a big belly.
It's just that the frequent glances at the tiles on the table are still full of fear.
"Do you know why I suddenly wanted to hide underground and retreat for ten years?"
With a stinky old face, Dong Laodao snorted coldly: "Because someone wants to kill me!"
"With the old god's all-round cultivation, is there anyone in this world who can fight with you?"
Fu Bo was so taken aback that he almost stared out of his eyes.
Dare to feel more than ten years ago, this old guy who made trouble suddenly disappeared. So he was hiding from his enemies underground? ?
"Hmph, you mortals, you know what the hell."
With lingering fears in his heart, Dong Laodao sighed, "It's also my fault that I was pretentious in the past and took in a lot of villains."
"It doesn't matter whether it's right or wrong, it killed many people..."
He smiled wryly, stopped talking, and then changed the topic.
"In this world, there are some sincere and kind people who can awaken the 'merit book' in their bodies and have extraordinary abilities."
"However, if you do evil, the merit book will be invalidated, and you will eat your own body, causing higher-level reward and punishment envoys to chase and kill you!"
Uncle Fu seemed to understand what he said, and he was stunned for a moment, as if he was listening to a bible.
"Uh, let me tell you this, I suspect that Cao Kun is a merit messenger."
Dong Laodao narrowed his eyes: "He has donated yang-strengthening medicine to your old man Wu for more than ten years, in exchange for your Wu family's support for him, right?"
"In this way, that guy is not a good bird."
Uncle Fu subconsciously nodded: "Cao Kun's pharmaceutical company is basically supported by our Wu family..."
"But he died too, at most half an hour apart from the old man's death."
"That's right, once the merit messenger becomes evil, especially after being deprived of his identity, all merit props will become invalid."
Dong Laodao rubbed his big belly, his thoughts fell into the memories of the past: "It feels like the whole world is falling apart..."
"Hey, old god, when our Wu family was investigating the cause of the old man's death, we encountered a difficult person."
Uncle Fu coughed dryly, interrupting Dong Laodao's thoughts.
He could only hear him say in a deep voice: "Your favorite disciple Ah Hu... also fell into the other party's hands."
Taking out the phone, flipping through the photo album, Fu Bo showed the phone screen to Dong Laodao.
"vomit……!"
Dong Laodao lived up to everyone's expectations and vomited so loudly that it disgusted Uncle Fu so much.
"Don't use this image to disgust me in the future."
After a while, Dong Laodao finally calmed down, drank several sips of red wine one after another, collapsed on the sofa weakly, and waved at Uncle Fu.
"Ahu died a miserable death. According to the autopsy report, he was trampled to death by a big buffalo..."
Fu Bo glanced at Dong Laodao, hesitated for a while, and told the truth.
"Right now, in our Wu family, the old man's eldest son, Wu Junhao, is in charge."
"He hopes to ask the old god to go out and get rid of that guy named Chen Youcai."
"No, I am an old bone, how can I fight with others?"
Contrary to Uncle Fu's expectations, Dong Laodao shook his head desperately without even thinking about it, and directly refused.
He bit his cheek, and said bitterly: "Pei Hu got my true biography of Baiyun Guan, but died in the hands of the other party for no reason."
"I'm dying, what's the difference between going and giving away my head, if I don't go, I don't go!"
"..."
Fu Bo's head was full of black lines, and the corners of his mouth twitched non-stop.
On the way here, it's not that he didn't think that the other party would open his mouth like a lion and ask some unbelievable conditions.
But he refused directly... Also, I don't want this old face too much!
At this moment, Fu Bo's heart is broken...
"Please also ask the old god to look at the offerings made in the Wu family these years. No matter what, try your best to make a move!"
Uncle Fu gritted his teeth and stood up, and bowed and clasped his fists to Dong Laodao, who was frowning with embarrassment.
"I really can't go... Don't say that my body is not as good as before."
"Even if I can recover some of my skills, there is still a damn guy who has been staring at me on the ground."
Dong Laodao pursed his mouth a little aggrieved: "As soon as I show up, maybe they will kill me and give me the Fa right where I am."
Fu Bo's eyelids twitched wildly, and he was depressed when he heard that.
Dare to love the Wu family for the past ten years, investing a lot of money in Baiyun Temple, and raising an old waste? ?
"However, I can give you some advice to the Wu family."
Maybe because he also felt a little sorry for the Wu family, Dong Laodao tried his best to put on a sullen face.
He said in a solemn voice: "The opponent can make Pei Hu miss, it is true that there are two brushes, but... I know where his trap is!"
"What, what cover door?"
Uncle Fu stared straight at the hearing, and quickly raised his eyes to stare at the other party, for fear of missing a word.
"No matter how skilled you are, you are still afraid of kitchen knives!"
Dong Laodao was serious.
"Send a few good gunmen, and give that bastard a tranquilizer gun from afar, are you afraid you won't be able to get him?!"
"..."
Fu Bo's eyes turned black, a mouthful of old blood clogged his heart, and he almost died on the spot.