The shelves behind the workbench are empty,
There are only ten or twenty wood carvings.
I saw these wood carvings, each placed on a wooden tray, and then covered with valuable silk, satin and red cloth, which looked mysterious.
It is impossible to see what wood carvings are under the red cloth.
About these wooden carvings covered with red cloth, Fangzheng was already very curious, and he also asked Zuo Qianhu curiously, but he didn't get an answer.
At this moment, with the permission of Zuo Qianhu, Fang Zheng was finally able to see these woodcarvings under the satin and red cloth, and Fang Zheng began to feel a little itchy.
"Brother Zuo, you are all covered with red cloth, how can I choose?"
"Even if you're selling something on a supermarket shelf, you should always let the buyer see the real thing first."
Fangzheng was puzzled.
Unexpectedly, Zuo Qianhu stood still, not intending to lift the red cloth: "When you choose them, they also choose you."
Fangzheng murmured, and then said with a little reluctance: "Really?"
Zuo Qianhu shook his head, really can't do it.
"Then is there any hint?" Faced with so many options, Fangzheng was entangled.
This is the syndrome of difficult choices to be forced to death!
Zuo Qianhu still shook his head.
Fangzheng simply closed his eyes, out of sight and out of mind, he raised his hand and pointed casually. Anyway, no matter how entangled it is, in the end it is just a random choice.
When Fangzheng opened his eyes, he saw that he made a random choice, and he happened to choose the most central wood carving.
When Fangzheng uncovered the satin red cloth, Fangzheng let out a little surprise.
This wood carving is a lifelike person, it seems to be an ancient general, wearing armor, with a long sword out of its sheath, with a murderous look. When looking at the woodcarving, there is actually a kind of awe-inspiring murderousness, as if all the way to the bottom of the heart.
Fangzheng was shocked.
This wood carving... seems to have been endowed with vitality, making people look like a living thing when facing it, rather than a dead wood carving.
Although the other woodcarving crafts on the shelf are also exquisitely carved and perfect crafts, they are just dead objects after all.
Unlike the wood carving in his hand, just looking at each other, there is a chilling killing intent that reaches people's hearts.
There was a strange touch from the fingertips, and there seemed to be words engraved on the back of the wood carving.
"To pull out a city is like a mountain, and to kill people is like water."
It's really evil. Could it be that the horoscope is the life sentence of the character carved in this wood carving
So Fangzheng asked Zuo Qianhu, who was the prototype of this woodcarving man
"It's nothing to kill a god." Zuo Qianhu's words were not astonishing and endless.
"Brother Zuo, you said just now that even if I chose them, they also chose me, right? But I am obviously a three-good young man, and I firmly support the core socialist values. Let alone kill God, my political outlook has always been ordinary. People, is there some kind of misunderstanding?" Fangzheng hurriedly defended himself.
The Zuo Qianhu in front of him is a member of the system.
Don't explain clearly now, waiting for free prison meals for three meals a day
Zuo Qianhu looked at Fangzheng with great interest, and then at the wood carving of Baiqi, the god of killing, in Fangzheng's hand.
"As expected, Brother Zhiqiu Yiye, it seems that a generation of killing gods will rise in the demon-slaying team." The corner of Zuo Qianhu's mouth rose slightly.
Seeing that Fangzheng chose Baiqi, the God of Killing, he was a little surprised and also a little excited.
"Brother Zuo, I'm afraid I'll be beaten to death by ghosts if I make too much noise." Fangzheng felt that this awesomeness was a bit exaggerated.
"Let me tell you a joke. I used to have a friend named Chen Peng, and later named Chen Peng... just because I blow it up."
Having said that, Fangzheng didn't let go of the intention of killing the God Baiqi woodcarving in his hands, and kept playing with it fondly.
It can be seen that Fangzheng still has a little liking for Killing God Bai Qi.
"Brother Zuo, Mr. Fu told me to go to the jade shop opposite to get a jade token, but why don't I see any jade shop across the door?" Fangzheng asked another question in his mind.
After coming to Mingdian for so many days, Fangzheng already knows the storefront opposite Mingdian.
There are only a few ordinary shops on the opposite side of Mingdian, and the rolling doors are closed at night, and they are only open during the day. Even if it is open during the day, there is no jade store at all, only a clothing store and a shoe store.
"Oh, you're talking about Yan Chixia, he's on the opposite side of the intersection, not Mingdian." Zuo Qianhu said with a smile.
Fang Zheng's face darkened immediately.
Yan Chixia
Again!
Don't be ashamed, enough is enough, is it going on as normal, and you plan to copy all the characters in A Chinese Ghost Story
Will Shifang monk, Xiahou swordsman, and grandma come out in a few days
The so-called Yan Chixia, when Zuo Qianhu took Fang Zheng to find the jade shop, and when the two entered the jade shop, Fang Zheng finally saw the legendary "Yan Chixia".
This is a thick-boned old man in his fifties and sixties. As soon as Fangzheng entered the store, he seemed to be attached to a big stove.
It is from the old man in front of him.
Fangzheng felt a sense of intimacy in his heart. On this abnormal old street, he finally met a normal living person.
First there was Mr. Fu who was dead, and then there was Zuo Qianhu who was dead.
But at this time, Zuo Qianhu, the dead man, was not affected by the blazing yang fire at all. It was originally a ghost, a kind of nemesis of Yin Qi. Fangzheng realized carefully that when those yang fires came in front of Zuo Qianhu, they automatically backed away like a tide.
After thinking about it for a while, Fangzheng understood the reason.
"This is Yan Chixia whom Mr. Fu asked you to find. You can just ask him directly." Zuo Qianhu smiled all the way and led Fangzheng into the jade shop.
But Fangzheng always feels that Zuo Qianhu's smile at the moment is a bit like a fox's smile.
The old man in the shop didn't talk much, he just glanced at Zuo Qianhu indifferently, didn't say anything, and continued to lower his head to carve an unfinished jade tablet in his hand.
Seeing Zuo Qianhu's obviously conspiring fox smile, Fangzheng was not afraid, and simply followed the example of the ancients, cupping his fists at the old man in front of him and saying, "Brother Yan."
Fangzheng was in his early twenties, but he and the old man who seemed to be old enough to be his grandfather called him brothers and sisters face to face. This weird and frightening style of painting, cough, cough, Zuo Qianhu choked on his own mouthful of saliva.
Then I felt sour in the back of the teeth.
This little guy in front of him really has no taboos, he dares to say anything...
Afterwards, Fang Zheng explained to the owner of the jade shop in front of him a general explanation of his intentions.
"What did you choose in the woodcarving shop?" The jade shop owner's voice was thick, but also very sonorous, loud, breathless, and energetic like a fire burning.
"It's nothing to kill a god." Fang Zheng answered truthfully.
Hearing this, the owner of the jade shop finally raised his head and took another look at Fang Zheng.
Afterwards, the old man took out two trays, on which were arranged neatly a total of thirty-two jade plaques. But they all face up on the back, and the front jade plaque cannot be seen clearly.
The owner of the jade shop: "You also choose a jade plaque."
Want me to choose again
Fangzheng suddenly felt an inexplicable pain. I don't know if he has the difficult choice syndrome!
There will be an update later~ I'm sorry, there are a lot of things these two days, the update is delayed, let's continue to work hard to write QAQ. .
(end of this chapter)