Although the font is carved in stone, it can't help but be touched by a lot of people.

The corners of Zhang Xiaofei's distressed mouth trembled, he wanted to persuade but didn't dare, he couldn't afford to offend anyone by touching them, so he had to close his eyes and not look at it.

I thought to myself: If I let them continue to touch it, I'm afraid that the stone will be smoothed out in a short time, and I have to find a way not to let them touch it, and I will report this problem to my superiors tomorrow.

So he called the doorman over, let him watch it carefully, don't let the madman destroy it, if there is someone who doesn't believe in evil, doesn't believe that he can write in the air on such a hard stone, and wants to test the hardness of the stone and engrave a few words?

Thinking that there was really such a possibility, the sweat on my head came out.

Gritting his teeth, he gave a new order: You can't leave people here for 24 hours, if someone dares to destroy the stone carvings, call the police directly after stopping it, and say that someone has destroyed cultural relics, no, gods.

Although this day is busy and worried, Director Zhang Xiaofei still wants to live like this every day, as long as they don't touch the stone carvings, they can come every day.

If there are more people, there will be popularity, and there will not always be gloomy chills all over the body.

Although I have been here for several years, I am afraid but I am not afraid, but I always feel depressed.

It's still a good person, and after gaining popularity, I feel that even this job has become noble.

He doesn't look like a person who eats dead people's food now, and now he is working for the gods, so he is so concerned about the things entrusted by Zhang Wenbo.

Zhang Xiaofei was reminiscing about today's day, and felt that the boss was back again, and he was still holding an old man.

The old man was over seventy years old, his beard and hair were white, and his body was also healthy, and when he came out, he didn't look at him, but threw himself on the table to look at him.

After watching it for a long time, he said in high spirits: close the door, open again within half a month, if there is unfinished work, let them wait first, and we will compensate for the loss.

Zhang Xiaofei hurriedly said: Boss, I will take this painting away today, and I will use it tomorrow, you know, I don't dare not listen to the words of the gods, if you can't do it, I will find someone else to do it.

When the old man heard this, he was furious: You dare, since you sent it, don't think about taking it away, if this painting is written by someone else, you can naturally call the shots.

But since it is the true handwriting of the gods, if you want to do it today, you must do it all against it, it is a crime, it is a great disrespect to the gods, I don't want you to send the handwriting of the gods to another place, and be ruined by those guys who don't know the severity.

I don't dare to dedicate myself to this calligraphy, I still have to invite a few old friends to frame it together, you can do it yourself, and I will send someone to inform you when it is done.

Zhang Xiaofei hurriedly said: I naturally know that if this painting is done today, it will be a waste, but where is the immortal, how should I explain it?

The old man asked: Why did the gods write this word?

Zhang Xiaofei said: I also read it just now, and I didn't want others to kneel down for him to write this picture.

The old man asked again: Did the fairy say that he had to use this character?

Zhang Xiaofei recalled: That's not true, the fairy said that he didn't write well, and asked me to rewrite it for him, but I didn't dare to agree, so I hurriedly sent it over.

The old man smiled and said: That's right, the gods just want people to see what he means, and it doesn't matter if he wrote it or not.

In that case, I'm going to rewrite a pair of frames as they are, and you can take them back and use them first, and then replace them when this one is ready.

Zhang Xiaofei had no choice but to return to the funeral home with the words written by the old man.

As soon as I arrived at the door, I saw a few cars parked in the courtyard of the funeral home, and when I asked, I said that I had just sent a girl who had been in a car accident and asked the gods to treat her.

Zhang Xiaofei inquired about the situation and said that the girl was sent to the hospital first after a car accident.

As a result, when they arrived at the hospital, they didn't have time to be treated, and when the hospital had to send people to the morgue, the family members were reminded that maybe the gods could save them, so they were sent here.

It's no wonder that people can't remember it, they have been like this for so many years, and they all reacted naturally, and they were sent to the hospital in advance, and they really didn't expect that there was a god here who could come back to life.

Zhang Wenbo was sitting in the courtyard to regain his spirits, and after receiving the notice, he didn't care about whether it was in line with his own regulations.

After Jean carried the person in, he found that the person was hard, and after observing the internal condition, he found that the broken bones had pierced the heart and lungs, and the internal organs were bleeding profusely, and they were all clots.

In Zhang Wenbo's opinion, there is no way to cure this injury, but the divine sense did not prompt, so he had to stretch out his hands and make a final effort.

I didn't expect that I didn't know how to do it, and I finally saved the person.

Zhang Wenbo watched as the virtual body turned into a pair of hands, took out the broken bones and connected them, and the blood clot in the abdominal cavity turned into liquid, and was finally absorbed by the body.

Zhang Wenbo was dumbfounded, feeling that he was completely separated from his divine sense.

The sense of loss has reappeared, he is still a mortal, his virtual body has become an immortal, he can't use himself anymore, he is completely useless, at best he is just a personal container.

Amazed, I could only be speechless: this Nima can do it, why?

Is this how the gods became? What happens to the flesh in the end?

When other people's virtual bodies are about to ascend to heaven, will they also feel that the flesh is a burden, let themselves be relieved, or cross the catastrophe, and then destroy the flesh?

Zhang Wenbo understands that it is still difficult and unscientific for the virtual body to fly freely in the sky with his body of more than 100 catties.

I kept thinking about it in my heart, and I didn't react until the deceased was breathing.

When he was brought over, he was followed by a nurse from the hospital, who looked at him with admiration on her face.

I thought to myself: Immortals are immortals, they are really omnipotent, immortals are immortals, and medical skills cannot be compared at all.

But he didn't have the slightest joy in his heart after saving people, only a deep loss, people really didn't save themselves, but everyone thought they saved themselves, what a shame.

But no one believed him even if he said it, but the more calm he was, the more modest he became, the more respectful everyone was for him, and they all thought in their hearts: It's really a fairy realm, it's different from mortals like me.

Until the nurse asked: The person has come back to life, and I don't know where to send it now?

Whether to send it back to the hospital or send it home, please ask the gods to show it.

Zhang Wenbo is afraid that after being sent back to the hospital, what if someone can't figure out the principle and wants to do research on the body?

He said hard work to the nurse and said to the injured father: It's okay now, go home to recuperate, there is no need to go to the hospital, and it costs money.

But if you're not at ease, you can send them to the hospital for a few days of observation.

After speaking, he pulled the family aside, expressed his concerns, and said that if he was sent to the hospital, it would be better not to leave.

The injured man's father heard his concerns, and also broke out in a cold sweat, this is not a fairy who thinks too much, there is really such a possibility.

My daughter was so seriously injured that she could be saved by the gods, and I was curious about how she did it?

The doctor was probably even more curious, and it was really hard to say that he would not open his daughter's body to take a look, so he insisted on sending his daughter home.

The immortals have said that it's okay, what are they afraid of? What can you worry about?

The hospital had no choice but to send it over, and if he sent his daughter back to the hospital for treatment, he would have a brain disease.

Before leaving, he was grateful to Dade again, kowtowed, and even gave incense money.

Zhang Wenbo resolutely refused to accept it, he didn't make a little effort just now, and he really deserved it.

After everyone left, Zhang Xiaofei walked in lightly.

Once again, he saw with his own eyes the art of resurrecting the dead, so he didn't even bother to sigh.

It is a miracle that this happened to others, and it is a gesture for the gods, nothing unusual.

Although I didn't feel surprised, I was still a little curious: I didn't have any injuries on my body when I treated Yun Shatian, and although I also saved people, the effect was not so shocking.

The deceased tonight is so seriously injured, and people can save him in a short time, how far has this immortal's ability become? Can he move mountains and reclaim the sea?

Although he was thinking about his heart, he still didn't dare to forget what he should say, for fear that the gods would misunderstand his words and explain the reason.

The person who said that it was the framing shop was afraid that he would spoil the word of the fairy, and said that it would take half a month to frame it, so he rewrote a new picture of the word and used it first, and then changed it when the framing was done.

Zhang Wenbo said that it didn't matter, saying that this painting was much better than what he wrote, and it was better to use this one, so there was no need to change it.

Where is Zhang Xiaofei willing to agree, it's good to hang the word of the gods here, no matter how good what others write, it can ward off evil spirits?

But he didn't say much, and he hung it up after it was done, and at most two of them were all hung, and the gods would definitely not say anything.

I didn't expect this matter to be over later, half a month later, the owner of the calligraphy and painting shop personally sent the words over, and that night, the freshly framed words disappeared.

Zhang Xiaofei hurriedly reported the case, and when the police heard that the true work of the gods was missing, they didn't dare to slack off, and they seized the time to solve the case quickly, but they had no clue.

The surveillance video is not abnormal, the security guard has not left, and has been guarding, how did the sticker disappear?

In the end, this matter made a lot of noise, but the case could not be solved, and it became an unsolved case.

The police were helpless, they felt disgraced, and the impact on Zhang Wenbo's matter was too great, and they couldn't stop the public, and they were extremely depressed.

Of course, if the police want to solve the case, they naturally have to go to the calligraphy and painting shop to investigate, at least to know what the characters are.

The police called up the video of the framed words at that time, checked it repeatedly, took photos again, and posted them on the Internet for everyone to provide clues.

made this calligraphy and painting shop famous, and it was really as Zhang Xiaofei said that day, becoming the first in the industry, and finally did not let the family be busy in vain.

It wasn't until after Zhang Wenbo left that Aunt Sweeping took out the painting from the corner of the room, handed it over to her superiors, and then kept it in the local museum, and then handed it over to the National Museum.

Of course, the sweeping aunt also got a handsome reward, and this piece of writing is finally a little useful.

But it turned out that after being framed, Zhang Wenbo felt that the words he wrote were too ugly, and he was afraid that he would laugh at him and be ridiculed, so he hypnotized the security guard and stole it back.

I wanted to destroy it on the spot, but I was reluctant to frame it gorgeously.

I had no choice but to throw it in a corner where no one was paying attention, and when I left, I forgot to destroy it.