When Sheng Jiashu stood up after paying homage to his relatives, he noticed that half a figure was exposed under a cypress tree more than 20 meters away. He was looking in his direction. When he saw Sheng Jiashu spotting him, the figure slowly retracted.

After arriving at the cypress tree, he still turned half of his face outward to look at the movements of Sheng Jiashu.

Sheng Jiashu stared at the figure behind the cypress tree for more than ten seconds, then took out the cigarette case and started to light the cigarette. Although it was strange that a stranger suddenly appeared in the cemetery, it did not scare Sheng Jiashu, no matter whether the other person was a human.

It's a ghost.

The other party is a human. Now Xie Jingcheng is waiting with a few people outside the cemetery. He can have people rush over if he shouts. Unless the other party is planning to attack him by surprise, but if it is a sneak attack, he will not deliberately expose himself to attract his attention.

Notice.

As for the other party being a ghost, there is no need to be afraid. If there really is a ghost, the top three ghosts in the cemetery at this time must be taken care of by his father, eldest brother, and second brother. Maybe the father and son have already dominated the bamboo garden by now.

Cemetery, become the grave talker...

Sheng Jiashu lit five cigarettes in a row and carefully placed them in front of the graves of his parents, two brothers, and second sister-in-law. Sheng Jiashu turned around and walked out of the cemetery. He took two steps, hesitated, and looked at the figure hidden in the shadow of the cypress tree.

Look, he took out his cigarette case and Zippo and placed them in front of the tombstone. After putting them away, he turned around and left.

When they left the cemetery, it was already approaching dusk. Xie Jingcheng was sitting in front of the charity temple outside the cemetery, playing chess with the old farmer guarding the charity temple. Sheng Jiashu calmed down and walked towards Xie Jingcheng.

Xie Jingcheng casually dropped a piece and said, "My Qi Zi is out. I don't have time to play with you, a coward. General, it's a dead game."

Then Xie Jingcheng left the old farmer staring at the chessboard looking for a way to break the game, and stood up, tapping his back: "Would you like to meet your Aunt Lan tonight? She has been thinking about you a lot."

"I want to take a rest. Can I go see Aunt Lan or other friends from my father's generation again in a few days?" Sheng Jiashu said to Xie Jingcheng.

Xie Jingcheng looked at the confusion on Sheng Jiashu's face after losing a loved one, and nodded understandingly: "I understand, can I help you arrange a hotel?"

"No need, godfather, I want to go home." Sheng Jiashu said to Xie Jingcheng with a firm tone: "If I live somewhere else, I'm afraid they won't be able to find me when they want to entrust their dreams at night."

Xie Jingcheng opened his mouth several times to say what he wanted to say, but finally he said: "I will arrange for brothers from several societies to protect you."

"No, after such a long time, the murderer probably won't come back to kill me, an outsider who doesn't understand the world. If he really comes to kill me, then I will be happy." After Sheng Jiashu finished speaking, he turned around and walked away.

The rickshaw has been waiting everywhere: "Godfather, I will meet you for tea in a few days."

When the driver picked up the handlebar, Sheng Jiashu said: "Trouble, we are on Sifang Street."

The coachman agreed, turned the car around flexibly, rang the bell, and ran off into the distance along the road.

…

At the intersection of Gongsong Sifang Street, Sheng Jiashu stopped the rickshaw, paid the fare, got off the car and walked towards the Gongsun Sifang Street.

Ever since Sheng Sihai moved away from Cheung Chau Island, the Sheng family used their savings to buy a tenement building on Sifang Street in the public area. The first floor was used as a store, the second and third floors were occupied by the family, and the fourth floor was divided into subdivided rooms.

The tail room was rented out. Thanks to the fact that it is located next to the Kowloon Hill Marine Police Headquarters, when other neighborhoods in Kowloon experienced frequent water and power outages, the tenement buildings in several streets near the Kowloon Hill Marine Police Headquarters were all connected to 24-hour electric lights.

The water supply time is also up to twelve hours. It can be said that the public Sifang Street area is one of the rare living areas with complete infrastructure.

Sheng Jiashu dragged his suitcase and walked slowly towards his home. For Sheng Jiashu, his relative had passed away for a month, and he had long passed the period of being immersed in huge pain and unable to extricate himself. What he had to do now was to keep Sheng Jiashu alive.

The home and everything that belongs to the Sheng family cannot be allowed to be taken away by others with the death of the father and brother, which have been built by two generations of the Sheng family.

Sheng Jiashu actually saw very clearly why the uncles of the Bazhiqing and Heiguli societies were so anxious for him to come back from the United States to take over the leading position. They were just treating themselves like Adou to a high position as a sign, and bullying themselves as a junior.

They don't know much about politics, which makes it easy for them to listen to politics behind the scenes, control associations, and strengthen their own power. They can push themselves out to blame when there are problems. Typically, they want to be a bitch and want to build a memorial arch. This kind of behavior is almost

Sheng Jiashu has dealt with the old guy who can't hide it and talks about it many times, whether in his previous life or in this life in the United States. The method is actually very simple.

It was already the beginning of the lanterns, and this was the time of the day when the public Sifang Street was at its heaviest. People who had worked hard all day had made money and were about to meet up with three or five brothers for a drink, or take their families to the street to get some fresh air. But on the street

As a result, the aroma of various cooking foods wafted out early. Several food stall chefs specializing in plate rice were showing off their cooking skills like a battle of skills and gambling.

The iron pot was filled with green and red flames, causing people to scream. Over there came a quick move to stir-fry, waving a frying spoon like a martial arts master, picking up the seasonings and flying into the air. The frying spoon swept across, and in the blink of an eye it was already there.

When the delicious food comes out of the pot, you can't help but swallow your saliva, sit down and order one to enjoy.

Moreover, in addition to the Chinese, some ghost guys wearing marine police uniforms were also led by their Chinese colleagues to learn more. Most of these ghost guys were carrying wife cakes, blind man cakes, airplane olives, and chicken shit cakes in their hands.

Feeling shocked and curious about the food, the common people asked their Chinese companions why there was no wife in the wife cake, no plane in the plane cake, and no chicken shit in the chicken shit cake. These questions made the local Chinese people laugh.

After passing the last food stall, Sheng Ji's dried seafood plaque with black background and gilding came into Sheng Jiashu's eyes. Compared with the other shops before, the door was narrower.

The scene in Xiyunlai is completely opposite. The door is closed, the door panel is hung high, and a thick layer of dust has fallen on the plaque.

Just when I was thinking about entering through the stair entrance next to me and going up to the second floor to go back to my home, I didn't expect that there was a "clang" sound coming from the store with the door panel up, as if something hit the door panel from the store and then fell.

On the ground!

Sheng Jiashu stopped and walked gently back to the door of the shop. Because of the darkness and his other thoughts, Sheng Jiashu didn't notice it. At this time, he walked over and took a closer look, only to find that the copper lock of the shop was actually empty at this time.

The door panel was only hung but not fastened. The store door was ajar. Sheng Jiashu turned sideways and listened inside. There was a faint sound inside for a while, and then a male voice spoke:

"Pay the rent? The whole Sheng family is desperate! If you come to pay the rent, you are unlucky. I'll take you down to pay the rent later after I'm done!"

There was a woman inside who was whimpering as if her mouth was blocked, and she could only make some sounds from her nasal cavity.

If Sheng Jiashu hadn't leaned closer to the door and listened carefully, there would have been no way he would have discovered that there was anyone hiding in this store in the bustling street.

Sheng Jiashu put down his suitcase, quietly pushed the door open a gap, and squeezed in. As he stepped into the store door, relying on the memory of being taught a lesson by his father when he was a child, he grabbed the arm from behind the door panel, which was thicker than his own age.

Large elm door bolts.

In the huge store, a figure is facing away from the store door, using a tool to pry up a brass base display box that is as high as the person. Inside is the treasure of the store that Shengji Seafood Dried Goods uses as a living sign. One piece is in complete condition.

A fish maw weighing two kilograms.

On the floor not far away, a woman with disheveled hair and an unclear appearance had her hands and feet bound, her mouth gagged, and she lay motionless on the ground. She seemed to have passed out. The sound that Sheng Jiashu heard just now should be

In desperation, the woman took off her high heels and hit the door hard, making a sound!

Sheng Jiashu leaned towards the man who had his back turned to him. When he was one step away from him, Sheng Jiashu coughed and the man subconsciously turned his head!

The elm door bolt in Sheng Jiashu's hand had been swung like a baseball bat and hit his face with a sound of wind!

The opponent's whole body was like a sapling that had been broken by the strong wind, and was knocked to the ground by this blow! Sheng Jiashu held the door bolt and did not give the opponent a chance to get up, and continued to swing the door bolt and hit him on the head!

The man on the ground had his brains splattered with blood! Half of his skull had been dented by the door bolt! The whole person was lying in a pool of blood, with only his limbs still twitching and spasming unconsciously!

Sheng Jiashu dropped the door bolt in his hand to the ground, wiped the blood that was spattered on his face, stared seriously at the unexploded eyeball of the man on the ground and said: "Please go down and tell me first, Sheng Jianan
Chapter completed!