Chapter 559: Group Funeral

However, looking at his extravagant attire, plus a piece of high-quality jade hanging around his waist, it is not difficult to see that he is one of the big rich men who bought the inn this time.

Qian Duoduo jumped over the crossbeam under her feet and leaned on the chair. The crippled leg was hung crookedly on the armrest, and she forced herself into the image of an illiterate upstart.

"Don't mention it, sir, I don't know which grave is smoking. As soon as I went out, I was tied in a sack and beaten by a group of people. They also warned me what to say. Whoever dares to give money to Boss Xia is just to make trouble with their boss?"

Qian Duoduo raised his voice, yelled wildly, gulped down a glass of water, and said puzzledly: "Master, I don't know Boss Xia and Boss Qiu. I just want to take pictures of this inn for business. Why did you offend the local snake?"

The innkeeper listened to his babbling, thinking to himself, isn't his surname Xia?

Could it be that those local snakes are targeting me? But he hasn't offended anyone recently?

Just when Boss Xia was puzzled, Xiaoer, who had been sent out, rushed over in a hurry. When he entered the door, he didn't even dare to take a breath, and said in panic: "Boss, it's not good, something serious happened to you!" -"

"Stinky boy, something serious happened to you, so speak up if you have something to say!" Boss Xia slapped Xiao Er on the forehead.

"See for yourself—"

Xiao Er swallowed and spit, and pointed behind her.

As soon as his voice fell, there were waves of weak and painful wailing from the door of the inn.

Boss Xia stretched out his head to take a look, and was instantly scared to pee!

Damn, this is the rhythm of a collective funeral!

Headed by Uncle Jin, a row of uncles followed by Zhang San Li Si Wang Er Mazi were all carried by domestic servants on stretchers.

Some had broken arms, some had broken legs, some had purple eyes and blue lips, and some convulsively foamed at the mouth and had burning eyes.

All kinds of shapes are simply strange and horrible!

"My lords, why did you get into such a state?" Boss Xia's mouth was wide open, almost cramping.

Uncle Jin was carried into the inn, covered his swollen and painful face, and said falteringly: "I still want to ask you, who did you offend, old man Xia? The old man who killed me was arrested after visiting Baihualou yesterday. I was beaten up, and when I returned to the mansion, I was so scared that I almost kicked me out."

After finishing speaking, as soon as he rolled his eyes, he caught a glimpse of Qian Duoduo who was leaning on the chair and couldn't see his face clearly. He was stunned for two seconds, and then burst out laughing.

"Hahaha, look at the kid sitting over there, he is more seriously injured than me, he is like a lonely ghost, and he is tied with a piece of rotten cloth, haha, the uncle thought he was the worst, but now he sees him , My heart was instantly balanced, balanced, ahem—”

Qian Duoduo's appearance was hard to be ignored. As soon as Fatty Jin saw him, he immediately stopped coming up, coughed twice excitedly, and brought out a mouthful of blood.

Qian Duoduo recognized at a glance that Uncle Jin was the fat man who molested her last time. She stood up from the chair, leaning on her crutches and jumped to Fatty Jin's side.

"Hey, Jin Dazhu, don't be shy, if the ruffians lurking here hear your words, they might beat you up in no time. Who told you to doubt their fighting power? ?”

Qian Duoduo smacked his butt with his crutches, with a somewhat disgusted tone.