When the Ming character was carved, and the remaining cloth character had just been carved horizontally, my heart trembled, and I whispered: Sure enough, on this last tombstone, my name is carved. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The policewoman whispered to me: Your name is engraved on the tombstone. Could it be that he is playing some kind of spell?

I shook my head and said, "I don't know, anyway, from the first day I threw my hair into the sword casting pit, I felt that my body began to feel uncomfortable, and it lasted for several days, I don't know if it was the pain caused by the sword casting pit, or if someone was cursing me behind my back.

This spell is similar to the ancient art of disgust, though I'm not sure if it's one. Now we can only wait and see what happens.

The policewoman crouched in my arms, not even breathing, just waiting for me to take a closer look, and I waited until the old craftsman had carved my name out completely, and then said to the policewoman: That's right, it's my name, and when this wave of people is gone, let's go over and have a look.

The policewoman snorted, and after the old craftsman finished carving, they did not leave immediately, but saw the frail young man with a cane waved to the big men, signaling that they could go. Before leaving, each of them took a stack of thick bills, and the big men were very happy. After all, it's all about the money.

In front of a dozen tombstones, only the old craftsman and the frail young man remained, and the young man still had a mask on his face, and I couldn't see his expression clearly, but I saw him pointing to the tombstone and telling the old craftsman what he had been commanding.

The old craftsman was like a serious man, after listening to what the young man said. He waved his hand again and again, as if he didn't agree with him doing this.

The young man took out a stack of renminbi from his arms and stuffed it into the old craftsman's hand, but the old craftsman still shook his head, and the young man took out another stack of renminbi and stuffed it into the old craftsman. The old craftsman still shook his head.

At last the frail young man didn't say a word of nonsense, but drew a pistol from his bosom and slammed it against the old craftsman's head.

Due to the distance, I could not hear the detailed conversation between the two of them. I only vaguely heard the frail young man say in a vicious tone: Do it or not!

The old craftsman was paralyzed with fright, knelt on the ground with a plop, and said: This young master, it is too immoral to do this kind of thing, whoever does this kind of thing, in the next three generations, the man will be a beggar and the woman will be a prostitute.

But the frail young man didn't care about anything else, just said coldly: If you don't do it, then go to hell.

The old craftsman was also afraid of death, so he waved his hand and begged for mercy, saying that he would spare his life, and then the young man bent down and whispered many words in his ear, and at last the old craftsman compromised.

I know that the highlight is here, because this is the main road to the Divine Fire Cave, no matter who gets the Karmic Fire Golden Jiao, it is very likely that they will escape from here, this dense forest is not big, but it is not small to say small.

The old craftsman stood up and took out a brush from his bosom, the shape of the brush was very strange, the whole pen shaft was crooked, not straight at all, and at the end of the barrel, there was a dog head carved.

When he took out this brush, the old craftsman kept sighing, and I could clearly see the smile in the corner of his frail young man, as if he was very proud.

The old craftsman licked the brush on the tip of his tongue, and then began to sketch on the tombstone, and then the weak young man took out a gray-haired crow from a small cage beside him, and dragged the crow's head off, grabbed the crow's body, and shed all the blood into a small bowl.

The frail young man also asked the old craftsman, "I listened to the music, as if it was enough."

The old craftsman nodded his head to indicate that it was enough, and I could clearly hear the old craftsman's heavy sigh as he stood with the brush and drew the name on the tombstone, and I knew that he would not want to do it.

The policewoman couldn't wait, but I hugged her and whispered: Hong'er, bear with me, this is the critical moment. Bean Jutai.

The policewoman whispered, buried her head in my arms, and when the old craftsman had drawn all the names on the tombstones, he wiped the fine beads of sweat from his forehead, and then said something to the frail young man.

The frail young man nodded his head in satisfaction, then took out his pistol and shot the old craftsman in the chest, because his pistol was equipped with a silencer, and if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, no one knew that at this time, someone would have shot in the dense forest.

The old craftsman fell to the ground, his eyes wide and his face full of disbelief, and the frail young man, I saw a smile visibly floating out of the corner of his eye, and then he leaned on his crutches and left the place very weakly.

I watched the young man leave when he suddenly struck my brain, and he was in the same state as I had been for the past few days!

But I can bear it, I can still walk on my own, he can't bear it anymore, he has to use crutches, could it be that he also received the same order, or he also knows how to collect the karmic fire gold Jiao? I reckon that on the first day of the fifth day, he was just like me, and he kept dripping his hair, nails, blood, and tears into the sword-forging pit.

After the weak young man left, I patted the policewoman in my arms and said, "Quick, help!"

We rushed towards the tombstone, and when we reached the old craftsman's side, he was still not breathing, and I hurriedly held him up, but when I was about to heal him, I found that his face was ruddy, and he had begun to return to his light.

It seems that it can't be saved.

When the old craftsman saw that I had the heart to save him, he asked me: ...... you You are...... Who?

I glanced at the largest tombstone and said, "I am Liu Mingbu."

The old craftsman's eyes widened suddenly, and the next moment he raised his hand tremblingly, and said to me with an apologetic face: Liu ...... Liu Mingbu, you don't care if you can ...... tomorrow Pick up the ...... Karma fire golden Jiao, when you pass by...... When you're here, don't ...... No......

Before he finished speaking, the old craftsman vomited out a mouthful of blood, his eyes widened, and he died like this, without closing his eyes when he was dying.

I knew that the old craftsman would not be blind to death, and he only promised the frail young man to do certain things in order to save his life, but he was an honest man, and in the end he finished his work and was killed by the young man. It's a dead thing to put on anyone.

I sighed and said to the policewoman: The old craftsman is actually not bad, and he is also forced to do so.

The policewoman snorted, and I said again: Bury the old craftsman, after all, I have a relationship with him.

Turning his head and looking around, among the graves that had been dug up, he was the closest to mine, and I said, "Just bury the old craftsman in my grave."

The tombstone is still so big, it is still carved with dragons and phoenixes, and it is still carved with the three words Liu Mingbu, but the person who is buried has become an old craftsman.

I respectfully placed the body of the old craftsman in my grave, bowed three times at the same time as the policewoman, and finally filled in the soil, I patted the tombstone and sighed, and said: It is said that good people have good rewards, old man, you will definitely have good rewards over there.

In this world, there are some people who believe that good people have good rewards, and there are some people who insist that bad people can have the last laugh. In fact, what I want to say is that both good and bad people, the so-called good and bad, have a conscience condemnation. If a person does things and completely abandons his conscience, then sooner or later, God will not protect him.

After burying the old craftsman, when I pulled the policewoman away, I muttered to myself: I still want to set a trap, but I didn't expect someone to rush ahead of me, first set a line for us, the old craftsman told me before he died, don't let me come anything, anyway, he didn't make it clear, I won't come to this dense forest tomorrow.

The policewoman said: Tomorrow, I will ask the fat man and the tower to investigate the route outside, so that they can escape.

I said: I know the route, the problem is that it is more dangerous to take other roads, and it is not so easy to walk, but I would like to see tomorrow how many people will come to snatch the karmic fire gold Jiao, and how many people will enter this dense forest.

The names on the dozen or so tombstones are all masters on the list of martial gods, and they can't be said to be top masters, but they can be regarded as on the list, let me see who they are, and they have the ability to catch them all.

The sky is slowly brightening. Policewoman, grip my hands tighter and tighter, like a child afraid of losing a toy......