The shelves behind the workbench are empty,

There are only one or two dozen wood carvings on display.

I saw that these wood carvings, each contained on a wooden tray, and then covered with a valuable satin red cloth, looked mysterious.

It is impossible to see what kind of wood carvings are under the red cloth.

Regarding these wood carvings covered with red cloth, Fang Zheng had long been extremely curious, and he had also asked Zuo Qianhu curiously, but he did not get an answer.

At this moment, with the permission of Zuo Qianhu, he could finally see these wood carvings under the satin red cloth, and Fang Zheng began to feel a little itchy.

"Brother Zuo, you are 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 it first. ”

Fang Zheng wondered.

Who knows, Zuo Qianhu did not move, and did not mean to open the red cloth with his hands: "When you choose them, they also choose you." ”

The god chattered, Fang Zheng muttered, and then said with some unwillingness: "Really can't do it?"

Zuo Qianhu shook his head: "It's really not good." ”

"Is there any hint on that?" Faced with so many options, Fang Zheng was entangled.

It's going to be alive and die with the choice of difficult syndrome!

Zuo Qianhu still shook his head.

Fang Zheng simply closed his eyes, out of sight and out of mind, and raised his hand to point casually. Anyway, no matter how entangled you are, in the end, it's just a random choice.

When Fang Zheng opened his eyes, he saw that he had chosen at random, and he actually happened to choose the wood carving in the center.

When Fang Zheng unveiled the satin red cloth, Fang Zheng was slightly surprised.

This wood carving is a lifelike person, it seems to be carved is an ancient general, wearing armor, long sword out of the sheath, murderous. When looking at the wood carving, there is actually an awe-inspiring murderous aura, as if it is destroying all the way to the bottom of people's hearts.

Fang Zheng was taken aback.

This wood carving... It's as if it's endowed with spirit, and it makes people face it like a living thing, not a dead thing carved out of wood.

Although the other wood carving crafts on the shelves are also vividly carved and are perfect crafts, they are just a dead thing after all.

Unlike the wood carving in his hand, just by looking at each other, there is a chilling killing intent that reaches people's hearts.

There was a strange touch on the fingertips, and there seemed to be words engraved on the back of the wood carving.

"Pull out the city like a mountain, and kill people like water. ”

It's really evil, is this the life sentence of the characters carved in this wood carving?

So Fang Zheng asked Zuo Qianhu, who is the prototype of this wood carver?

"Killing the god is in vain. "Zuo Qianhu's language is not shocking, and he is endless.

"Brother Zuo, you just said that even if I chose them, they also chose me, right? But I am obviously a good young man, and I resolutely support the core values of socialism, let alone kill gods, my political outlook has always been ordinary people, is there some misunderstanding in the middle?" Fang Zheng hurriedly defended himself.

The left thousand households in front of him are people in the system.

If you don't explain it clearly now, you are waiting for three meals a day to eat free prison meals?

Zuo Qianhu looked at Fang Zheng with interest, and then looked at the white wood carving of the killing god in Fang Zheng's hand.

"Sure enough, it is worthy of Brother Zhiqiu Yiye, it seems that a generation of god-killing is about to rise in the demon slaying team. The corners of Zuo Qianhu's mouth rose slightly.

It seemed that seeing Fang Zheng's choice to kill the god Bai Qi made him a little surprised, but also a little interested.

"Brother Zuo, I'm afraid that if I'm too high-profile, I'll be beaten to death by a ghost. Fang Zheng felt that this was a bit exaggerated.

"To tell you a joke, I used to have a friend named Chen Peng, and later Chen Peng... It's because it blew the out. ”

Having said that, Fang Zheng didn't mean to put down the killing god white wood carving in his hand, and he couldn't put it down and play with it.

It can be seen that Fang Zheng still likes to kill the god Bai Qi.

"Brother Zuo, Mr. Fu said that I should find the jade shop opposite and get a jade plate, but why don't I see any jade shop on the other side?" Fang Zheng asked another question in his heart.

After coming to the underworld store for so many days, what storefront there was opposite the underworld store, Founder naturally knew it for a long time.

There are only a few ordinary shops opposite the shop, and the sliding doors are closed at night, and they are only open during the day. Even though it was open during the day, there were no jade shops 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 across the store. Zuo Qianhu said with a smile.

Fang Zheng's face turned dark.

Yin?

Come back!

No, it's time to stop in moderation, is it going to follow the normal development, and you still plan to copy all the characters in A Chinese Ghost Story?

Will there be ten monks, Xiahou swordsmen, and grandma coming 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 fifty or sixty-year-old man with thick bones, and as soon as Fang Zheng entered the store, it seemed to be pasted with a big stove, with masculine qi and blood, and scorching yang.

It came from the old man in front of him.

Fang Zheng suddenly felt a sense of intimacy, and finally met a normal big living person on this abnormal old street.

First there is Mr. Fu, who is completely dead, and then there is Zuo Qianhu, who is dead.

However, at this time, Zuo Qianhu, a dead man, was not affected by the blazing yang fire at all, originally this was a ghost thing, a kind of nemesis of yin qi, and there were strong people who could make the ghost soul fly away from a hundred meters away with a single body of qi and blood. Fang Zheng carefully realized that as soon as those yang fires arrived in front of Zuo Qianhu, they automatically retreated like a tide.

Fang Zheng thought about it for a moment and understood the reason.

"This is the Yan Chixia that Mr. Fu asked you to find, you can ask him directly. Zuo Qianhu smiled all the way and led Fang Zheng into the jade shop.

But Fang Zheng always felt that Zuo Qianhu's smile at the moment was a bit like a fox laugh.

The old man in the store didn't say much, just glanced at Zuo Qianhu, didn't say anything, and continued to bow his head and carve an unfinished jade plaque in his hand.

Looking at Zuo Qianhu's obviously conspiracy fox smile, Fang Zheng was not stunned, so he simply followed the rules of the ancients, and hugged his fists at the old man in front of him and said, "Brother Yan." ”

Fang Zheng is in his early twenties, but he is an old man who looks old enough to be his grandfather, and calls him a brother and a brother in person, this weird and terrifying painting style, cough, cough, cough, Zuo Qianhu was choked by a mouthful of saliva.

Then I felt a burst of soreness in the back socket.

The little guy in front of him is really free of taboos, and he dares to say anything......

Then, Fang Zheng looked at the jade shop owner in front of him and roughly explained his intentions.

"What did you choose in the woodcarving shop?" the jade shop owner had a thick voice, but at the same time it was also very loud, loud, and the breath was endless, and the spirit was as vigorous as a fire burning.

"Killing the god is in vain. Fang replied truthfully.

Hearing this, the jade shop owner finally raised his head and took a second look at Fang Zheng.

Then, I saw this old man and took out two trays, on which a total of thirty-two jade plaques were neatly arranged. But the back is facing up, and the front jade plate cannot be seen clearly.

Jade shop owner: "You can also pick a jade plaque." ”

And let him choose?

Fang Zheng suddenly had an inexplicable pain, I don't know if he has a difficult choice syndrome!