When the other three locksmiths saw the steaming human skull in the cold winter, two of them were frightened and fainted on the spot. The remaining old locksmith knelt on the ground and cried hoarsely: "Calf, calf

Wow! Why don’t you want to listen to the words of the Grandmaster? How do you want us to explain to your father? Mavericks..."

Xie Bangui wiped the blood on his face and said: "Take care of this place and send someone to keep an eye on it. Don't let anyone get close to the skeleton. Take the old locksmith to another room. I have something to ask."

A few people scrubbed for a while and then hurried to the room where the old locksmith was staying.

Xie Bangui took off the wine gourd from his waist and handed it over: "Would you like some to calm your nerves?"

The old locksmith named Uncle Wang took the wine gourd and drank two gulps, then said with tears in his eyes: "If you have anything to say, please ask me!"

Xie Bangui found a chair and sat down: "What is a spiritual lock?"

Old Uncle Wang sobbed and said: "I heard from my ancestor that a spiritual lock is a lock cursed by a mage. When you see this kind of lock, you can only kowtow and burn incense. You can't touch it, otherwise it will definitely cause trouble. I have given it to you long ago.

Mavericks looked over at him, but he just didn’t believe it..."

Xie Bangui asked again: "How do you know that it is a spiritual lock? Have you seen it before, or have you heard of it?"

"I've never seen it." Old Uncle Wang shook his head and said, "Even my ancestor has never seen it. He just said that the spirit lock is a lock that makes people scared when they see it. He can't tell what the spirit lock looks like.

"

"The patriarch you are talking about is still alive?" Xie Bangui originally thought that the patriarch that Uncle Wang was talking about was Lu Ban, who invented the lock, but it sounded like the patriarch that Uncle Wang was talking about was still alive.

people.

Old Uncle Wang stared and said, "Master Patriarch is the King of Locks, Wu Laosan! Don't you know?"

"Oops! How could I have forgotten him? Damn it, damn it..." Old Qian patted his forehead and said: "The lock king Wu Laosan is a well-known locksmith. Eight out of ten people who repair locks in Qingzhou are

His disciples and descendants."

Xie Bangui stood up and said, "Let's go find him."

"Wait a minute, wait a minute..." Fatty Gao grabbed Xie Bangui and said, "I also know that Wu Laosan. He is not an ordinary locksmith. He is a famous country squire with great prestige in the local area. This kind of thing,

He may not be willing to help. We'd better send someone to say hello to him first."

Xie Bangui sneered and said: "If you don't want to help, you have to help. People who can repair locks can open them. I don't believe that the old man has nothing to do with the local thieves."

Fatty Gao said with a sad face: "Brother! Don't be so big, right? After you get into trouble, you can slap your butt and leave, but I still want to be an official here? It's not fun to offend the squire."

"Don't worry, I will try to be as kind as possible!" Xie Banguitou walked out without knowing what he was doing.

Wu Laosan was a locksmith and a layman. He had seen a lot of strong winds and waves, so he naturally knew what "a man who knows the current affairs is a hero" meant. He was very cooperative with Xie Bangui's inquiries, and when it came to asking him to take a look at the skull lock

At this time, Wu Laosan burst into laughter and said, "Your Excellency, you are always looking for something far away! The best lockpicking expert is in the county government office. Why would you want me, a bad old man who is not even qualified to carry his shoes, to embarrass myself?"

.”

Fatty Gao didn't know that he had such an expert under his command, so he hurriedly asked: "Who are you talking about?"

"Li Zhuzhu! Oh, his nickname is Li Zhuxian. He got such a nickname because he can pick locks with bamboo sticks. He is in prison now, so you are right to find him."

Fatty Gao turned around and asked, "Is there such a person?"

"Yes!" said a yamen servant: "That man is not only a habitual thief, but also a tomb robber. He is very good in Qinggong and knife-throwing skills. He has been wanted by the government for several years but has not been caught. I don't know what happened a few days ago.

Why, he came here and surrendered himself. The previous master was promoted because he caught him."
Chapter completed!