"Death of their own choosing? Who doesn't want to live? Want to die? How many pairs of eyes are there in this alcove? How many people are there? Don't they want to live? ”

Wen Qing thought it was ridiculous!

The old man sneered twice and said, "If you knew what they owed me, you wouldn't have said that, you would know that it was they who chose death!" ”

Wen Qing said, "Then what do they owe you?" ”

The old man didn't reply, and after a long time, he slowly spoke, "All the owners of the eyeballs in the alcove have one thing in common, and this common point directly prompts us to reach a deal, and the ultimate goal of the deal is for each of us to take what we need!" But we helped them achieve their goals, and they didn't pay us! ”

"Trading with these people, we only want one thing, and this thing is something that all of them can afford! But in the end, none of them was willing to give! ”

"In other words, everyone here owes me one thing, one thing that is exactly the same!"

"I can't tell everyone I have to deal with everyone here, because there are so many of them, you can pick any one, and on the bottom of the little dish in the alcove, there is the name of the owner of each pair of eyes, and you just have to listen to one of the transactions I have to say, because my transactions with everyone here are almost exactly the same!"

Wen Qing walked over to the dozen alcoves with still "fresh" eyes and took out one of the small plates.

She held the small plate high and saw that there were literally a few words written on the bottom of the plate!

She put the small plate back and took out the other small plates.

She guessed right! Sure enough, these eyeballs are really the eyeballs that were removed from the eighteen corpses of the Song family, and it is clearly written on the bottom of this saucer, Song Moumou in the Song family's dyeing workshop!

When she got the seventh small plate, Wen Qing saw Song Qiaojiang's name.

Song Qiaojiang, the head of the Song family in the Song dyeing workshop!

She didn't look any further!

Wen Qing turned around and said to the old man sitting in the Taishi chair, "Then talk about your deal with the Song family's dyeing workshop!" ”

The old man pondered for a moment and said, "It's not so much a deal with the Song family's dyeing workshop, but a deal with Song Qiaojiang, the head of the Song family!" ”

"That was a long time ago, ten years? Or fifteen years? I've almost forgotten! Anyway, it should have been more than ten years! ”

"When I met Song Qiaojiang, he was very poor, he opened a small dyeing workshop, because he had no money, he couldn't afford to buy good dyes, and without good dyes, he couldn't dye good-looking cloth, so the business of the dyeing workshop has not been good."

"That year, he received a job to make prison clothes for the government, that is, the clothes worn by prisoners, the clothes worn by prisoners have no requirements, and it doesn't matter if they are rough, and because of this, making a prison clothes is not very profitable, even if the government is in great demand, what is earned in the end is nothing more than some hard-earned money, as long as it is a large-scale dyeing workshop, they are not willing to take such work!"

However, Song Qiaojiang took this job, and for this job that other dyeing workshops were unwilling to take, Song Qiaojiang thought that this was simply a gift from God! Because he can't make any more money, his dyeing workshop will be closed! ”

The government agreed with him on the construction period, and Song Qiaojiang recruited his family to start work, and these prison clothes will be sent to the prison of the Semu people outside the Guan, these Semu people do not understand the Central Plains language, so they should print the Semu language on the prison clothes, and the front and back should be printed with the word "prisoner" in the Semu language, which is different from the Central Plains prisoner character. ”

Everything went smoothly in the early stage, and all the words "prisoner" have been printed, but in the link of drying cloth, I suddenly encountered continuous rainy weather! This rain has been raining for more than half a month! When the rain stopped, the construction period agreed by the government had arrived, however, their cloth had not even dried properly, Song Qiaojiang missed the construction period, fortunately, it was just a batch of less important prison clothes, but around the case, Song Qiaojiang still lost a lot of money, which made the dyeing workshop that was already unable to make ends meet like an even worse situation, because of this incident, Song Qiaojiang not only did not make money, but also owed a lot of foreign debts! ”

"It was at this time that I met Song Qiaojiang, and I made that deal with him!"

"I promised him that I could bring his dyeing workshop back to life, let him have countless wealth, and make his Song dyeing workshop the first dyeing workshop in Luoyang City!"

"In return, he had to pay me something in return, but I didn't explain what I wanted at the time, first, what I promised him had not yet been fulfilled, and second, what I wanted was within the scope of what he could afford, and besides, he could definitely take it!"

"At the end of the fact, you also know that Song Qiaojiang has become a famous family in Luoyang City, enjoying endless wealth, and the Song dyeing workshop has become the most famous dyeing workshop in Luoyang City, all of which are my credit!"

Wen Qing couldn't help but ask curiously when she heard this, "How did you do it?" ”

"How? It doesn't hurt to tell you! ”

"I asked him to add his essence blood to the dye, even the worst dye, after adding his essence blood, it will become the best dye in the world, and the cloth dyed by this dye is unparalleled in the world!"

Wen Qing frowned slightly, and said, "If you add human essence and blood to the dye, you can't dye a beautiful cloth at all!" ”

This is the conclusion that many people in Luoyang City have tried to come to it!

The old man laughed, "It's impossible to dye brightly colored cloth by simply adding essence blood to the dye!" If it's so simple, then anyone can become a master dyeer! ”

"I prescribed a traditional Chinese medicine prescription to Song Qiaojiang, let him take a dose every morning and evening, this prescription is my unique prescription, after taking it for a long time, it can change the color of the body's essence and blood, and the blood that has been conditioned by that special Chinese medicine is the most important dye that can change the composition of the dye!"

Originally... It's really a cloth dyed with human blood...

This can explain why the cloth of Song's dyeing workshop is so popular, but in the end it is not mass-produced!

Because, after all, it is dyed with human blood, how much blood can a person, at one time, be put without damaging the human body?

The old man's voice became low, and he sighed faintly, "I helped him fulfill my promise, but when it came time for me to ask for payment, he refused me!" ”

Wen Qing was curious, "What exactly do you want from him?" ”

The old man covered his mouth and laughed in a low voice, and that laughter made Wen Qing feel terrified!

"Look at the contents of the alcoves! Don't you understand what I want? ”

"What?"

"What I want is, their eyes!"

Wen Qing's body trembled uncontrollably!

The old man continued, "When they were successful, I found them, and it was time for them to pay me!" I only wanted their eyeballs, but without exception, each of them refused, they refused to give their eyeballs as payment for the deal! ”

"The deal was promised a long time ago, but they repented!"

"Even if they don't have eyes, they can still live well, they have accumulated a lot of wealth, they don't need to do their own work, they can hire someone to take care of their daily life! Enjoy your old age from now on! ”

"However, they think they have everything, how can they do without eyes? However, as everyone knows, when they have nothing, they can even hand over their lives for money at that time! ”

"They have obviously forgotten who made them prosperous, rich and famous!"

"Once a trade has started, it's impossible to stop unless we ask for our pay! We deserve it! The deal will be closed! ”

"We finally got what we wanted! We don't care if they live or die, because all we need is our eyes! ”

"They could have lived, but they were missing a pair of eyes, but in the end they chose to die!"

Wen Qing roared angrily, "You are such an extremely cruel and inhuman executioner! ”

The old man said lightly, "If you still understand it like this at this time, you can only follow it, in fact, I am a good person, haven't you always thought so?" ”

Wen Qing was surprised, "I think so too?" I know you? ”

The old man let out a long sigh, "You really can't remember me?" ”

Wen Qing was even more surprised, "I think your voice is familiar, but I really don't remember that I have ever met someone as old as you!" ”

The old man muttered a few words, and then laughed again, "I see, if not, if he knows, I'm afraid he will be sad!" ”

Wen Qing was like a cloud, "Who are you?" I'm sure now, I don't know you, who would know you, a cruel and inhuman executioner! ”

The old man sighed again, "Looks like he's really going to be sad!" ”

Wen Qing frowned, "Who is he?" ”

The old man suddenly grabbed the handle of the Taishi chair with his hand, "Who is he?" He's me! I am him! We are the same people! ”

Saying that, the old man suddenly turned the Taishi chair in a different direction and turned to Wen Qing!

The old man's face slowly appeared in front of Wen Qing!

He grinned and laughed, "What should I call you?" Little Wen? Xiaoqing? Warm and clear? ”

The moment she saw his face, Wen Qing was like being struck by lightning, and her whole body trembled unconsciously!

Even when she saw the dense eyeballs and the windless automatic bell passing through the palm of her hand, she had never been so scared as she was now!

It was a fear that came from within! A visible fear is placed in front of you like this* unabashedly, and it keeps magnifying and magnifying again......

Wen Qing felt like she was about to suffocate!

She shuddered, raised her hand to the old man, unable to speak, "You... You..."

The old man slowly came down from the Taishi chair, he was really old, his back was already very hunched, almost bent to ninety degrees, he looked at Wen Qing and said, "That's right! It's him! ”

"It's me too!"