Chapter 12: The Head or the Body
Everyone watched, and the girl's slightly trembling hand opened the paper stick, and tears fell down her eyes. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć info was so frightened that his face changed color, and tears fell down one by one, and the back of his hand didn't have time to wipe it.
"What was written?" Cheng Qianxun took the paper over, and couldn't help but be shocked after reading it. On the paper, there are two blood-red characters "Crushed to death"!
"Crushed to death, what do you mean?" Cheng Qianxun was stunned and held the paper to the bartender.
"Crushed to death, of course is crushed to death!" The bartender laughed like in a classic book, the man whose mouth was cut open on both sides, who would never close his mouth, and who always had a weird, ridiculous smile. His false politeness is so disgusting that he wants to punch him in the nose: "You should all be literate, right?" I heard that there are eighteen layers of hell in the underworld where you are, and one of them is to be crushed to death by a stone mill. Of course, we don't have a stone mill here, we just use a special machine to throw people down, and the sides of the machine roll over like dough. ā
"What, what to do, you have to know that if you don't smoke, it's all because I'm dizzy for a while." The girl's pale lips quirmed, and she fainted.
"Hey, hey!" Cheng Qianxun squatted down and shook the girl vigorously.
"I'm dizzy, why are you in such a hurry?" The bartender shook his head with a sigh, then stood behind the bar and reminded, "Aren't you able to wake up by pressing the human acupoint?" Let's try it, do you need some quinine? ā
She was really good at talking, and the others also came over, and pressed the girl's people hard with all their hands and feet, and it took a while to wake her up.
"What now? I'm going to die! The first thing the girl did when she woke up was crying.
"What should I do?" Cheng Qianxun sighed: "It's too late to regret it now, so I told you not to smoke it." ā
The man stared at the bloodshot eyes and looked at the unopened paper slip that the girl was still holding in her hand: "It's not that there is one, hurry up and see what it is." ā
The driver also comforted: "If it doesn't work, draw a few more, maybe there will be a good sign." ā
Yes, open it first! The girl wiped her snot with her hand, quickly opened the third paper stick, opened it, pinched it and looked at it motionless for a long time.
"How, what the hell is it?" Everyone's eyes were focused on the paper and asked eagerly.
"It is the forgiveness of sins, the forgiveness of all the sins that have been drawn before!" The girl laughed with a paper stick, and the smile spread over the young face, and then she jumped up, danced with the paper hand, and stomped her foot with an "ah" cry.
This is what it looks like to be hit hard and then hit the jackpot? Everyone's hearts were also relaxed.
"Congratulations, you got a good sign, and you can actually forgive all the previous sins." The bartender shook the glass jar in his hand, and the paper sticks in the jar dangled along the inner wall like wine, exuding an alluring atmosphere: "It seems that the special prize inside has not been drawn, who wants to try it!" ā
"Me, me!" The four men immediately pounced on them, and once again grabbed a large number of them.
Seeing the girl's hand trembling forward again, Cheng Qianxun grabbed it and shook his head at her.
This one has no memory, he was dizzy just now, tears and snot are still hanging on his face, and he can't resist the temptation.
The girl bit her lower lip heavily with her teeth, and finally put her hand down, obeying Cheng Qianxun's meaning.
If you are on the outside, you tend to see it more thoroughly. The bartender's smile was a little hideous, and in the wrinkled eyes at the corners of the eyes, the dark brown eyes revealed disdain and pride.
Finally, the last few pinched the driver's hand, and when he raised his hand, two slips were missing.
"Let's take it apart first, put these two first, be careful that others take yours." The bartender reminded that the kid had stolen a few of the driver's cards with his hands and feet.
"Give me back!" The driver glared angrily and quickly grabbed the paper stick in his hand.
"If you don't give, you don't give, you just don't give, huh~" The child grimaced at him.
The woman looked at it, but she didn't blame it, and she took care of herself and opened the paper stick. When the driver sees that he doesn't get support, it doesn't matter, it's still the thing he is holding in his hand that matters.
Finally, it was time to count, the bartender took all the women's paper sticks, compared them one by one, and finally raised his head and said with a smile: "It's a pity, this time it's flat again." There are two left, do you need to try your luck? ā
It's a bit of a pity, but it's okay to be flat. The woman looked at the paper sticks in the jar, and then at the men and children next to her: "Can I help them hold them first." ā
"Worried about them, well, look at them now." The bartender took the man's paper stick.
The driver next to him was furious: "Why don't you look at me first?" ā
The bartender pinched the man's paper slip and said with a smile: "Because you have a resurrection stick, no matter what happens, you can be resurrected." What else can you worry about? ā
When the driver heard this, he immediately raised his head proudly, yes, with this good sign, what are you worried about? But he still didn't want to give up the opportunity, and made a request: "There are two in it, one for his family and one for me, not too much, right?" ā
"Yes, I'll keep one for you!" The bartender smiled and agreed.
After comparing the paper sticks one by one, the bartender sighed slightly: "It's unfortunate, but it's good, the good news is that your speed increases by three points, and the bad news is that you have to cut off a finger." ā
"Aren't there two more signs?" The man didn't want to miss anything, and his fingers didn't want to, so he reached for it, but was immediately stopped by the woman.
"What are you anxious about!" The woman glared and handed her son's note to the bartender.
"This is the increase, this is the buckle. Well, two points plus one point minus three points... The bartender took it and compared them one by one, and then raised his head after a while: "Your children are unfortunate, it is useless to take so much to increase sensitivity, bounce, and explosiveness." The result is ... ā
Everyone looked at the bartender, only to see that his smile became more and more gloomy, and he spit out word by word: "Beheaded!" ā
What the! The child's parents all jumped up, cut off their heads and died, what's the use of keeping the rest?
What else to think, the woman immediately shouted: "Go and touch one!" ā
The child quickly took out one from the tank, but the parents next to him panicked: "Don't want this one, take the other one... No, it's still the original one... ā
"Have you chosen?" The bartender asked with a smile.
The child looked at his parents hesitating, so he slapped his hand on the table, as if with a bit of pride: "That's it!" ā
"I've thought about it, I'm going to tear it down!" The bartender picked up the paper slip and slowly opened it in front of everyone, and the words on it were written "live".
"Live?" The man shouted out with joy: "Isn't there no need to cut off your head?" ā
"Great!" The woman was rejoicing in her arms, holding her son.
"Live, just live!" The bartender's smile at this time felt extremely eerie, and his grinning mouth, which had been showing teeth that had been neat and white, seemed to glow like a beast at this time. With the elegance of pretentiousness, he explained with a smile: "Here, you can be both beheaded and alive." But only one piece of life, do you want his head to live, or his body? ā