Chapter 70: Shenmu is a double-edged sword
"I listen to you." He still said the same thing, squatted on the ground, pulled out his backpack, took out a ruler-long universal knife, pulled out the side and folded it to make a hacksaw.
"The most valuable thing about this tree is the core material." He walked around the two trees and suddenly asked me, "How many pounds can you carry?" β
I swirled my backpack: "It's okay to carry a box of mineral water anyway." β
"Oh." He swayed from side to side, seemingly casually turned behind me, and suddenly swooped down, his hands pressed my shoulders, and I couldn't hold back for a moment and knelt directly on one knee.
"What are you doing?"
He shook his head with a smile: "The center of gravity is too high, and the load is halved." β
I know I'm not in good shape, and I have to find a gym to practice when I go back. Even if the maple is worth a thousand gold, you have to carry it out. Comparing the two trees, I actually prefer the smaller one.
But he reached out and touched the left and right, and touched the location of the uncle's nodule, and his eyes flashed: "This is it." β
"Which one is the hardest to choose, and the pimple in it is your saw?"
He withdrew his hand and put it in his pocket: "How else to say that gold is rare?" β
The man had blood on his hands, and I was trying to warn him not to touch it, but a bright pink corner slipped into his palm as far as I could see.
I was curious for a moment, so I went up and pressed his hand: "What's in it?" Take it for me to see. β
"Nothing." He laughed and deliberately spread his hands out to me: "Look, there's nothing." β
I'm a bit of a shaft, pulling at the edge of his pocket, and I have to look at it. He was so worn out by me that he reluctantly pulled it out.
βHalloKittyοΌβ It was a refrigerator magnet from the supermarket, I really didn't understand his bad taste, so I quickly handed it back to him.
He put it in his pocket properly, and didn't forget to press the button firmly: "What's wrong?" Would you like to respect your personal hobbies? β
A few words of nonsense, the right to relax before the move. The two of us had chosen a spot, and he staggered up the tree and began to sawn off the branches one by one.
I wanted to replace him, but he wouldn't let me, so I had to be the shopkeeper on the sidelines. Looking at his hot work, I really feel that being the owner is looking for such a guy, pointing where to fight, where to hit.
"Hey, how much are you worth?"
He threw down the last branch and looked back at me: "People who are destined don't take a penny, and they don't take anything that is not pleasing to the eye, no matter how expensive it is." I forgot to tell you that my brother is still a little famous. β
"Really?" I really haven't heard of the name Duoxiao, but I'm a loner. I asked him how he compared?
Duo Xiao squatted on the top of the already bare tree trunk and shook his head: "Not up or down." He can't go up to 50, I can't go down to 100. β
ββ¦β¦ Blow it, get to work! β
He jumped down and made a few lines on the trunk of the tree to determine the position, about a meter long up and down, which happened to be the lump.
I knew earlier that the maple wood was hard, but just now I saw that he was relatively easy to start, and I thought it was nothing. Now it was different, after the saw cut the bark, he kicked the trunk and sawed hard, and it took him a few centimeters to go deeper.
"No, I'm tired." He handed me the saw, and sat down on the ground, his palms flushed with blood.
I went on, and then I really felt what it means to be hard. The saw was clamped tightly, and every time it was pumped, it had to exert all its strength. It's not enough to blindly exert force, and if you don't do it, the saw will break. I tried to reduce my strength, but it was easier, and after a while the saw fell out.
"Are you sharpening a saw, or are you playing the violin?"
He resigned himself to replacing me and restarting work. But he didn't let me be idle, telling me to say something casually and distract him.
I'll admit it, but it's all chatting and coming and going, and I really can't think of it if I tell a story and make a speech.
He's a mobile encyclopedia, at least more experienced than I am. I asked him, what kind of people would use Bai Xi, this thing is really so godly?
"Haha, the magic is the magic, and the materials are just used as a support. It's useless to hand over the color maple to the half-hanger, and it will make a mess if you don't do it well. β
"What do you say?"
He told me a story.
There was once a man who had a feud with someone and lurked in their house to work as a cook. He cooked a piece of beef, pronounced the curse in his mouth, and beat it repeatedly with a mallet. The color of this cooked meat became lighter little by little, and it turned into raw meat with blood when pounded. He then cooked the raw meat in a pot and then cooked the dish and served it out to the family.
The family ate the food and felt that it was delicious, so they asked someone to ask the cook to come and ask questions. The people who sent him didn't find the man anywhere, and when they returned to the dining room, they found that everyone at the table had abdominal pain, and their stomachs were swollen, as if something was squirming.
In a panic, the subordinate accidentally touched the stomach of one of them, and the belly of that person exploded like a balloon, and the intestines and stomach sprayed everywhere. In the midst of this filth, a mass of flesh bounced up and turned into a calf, "moo" and ran all over the ground.
The back of my neck was chilling when I heard it, this curse was too effective, oh no, it was too evil.
"And then?"
Later, the family was not ordinary, and one of their juniors immediately asked them to go to the cattle farm to collect urine and pour a large bowl for everyone. The abdominal pain slowly stopped, and everyone had been pulling their stomachs for several days. β
I listened to it to my stomach, the person who took revenge was really prepared with both hands, even if he couldn't die, it would be disgusting and disgusting.
"And what about the one who took revenge? Didn't get caught? β
Duo Xiao smiled: "This family knew that it was the chef's hands and feet, and they originally planned to let people catch the chef." But after the junior who saved people went to the kitchen to see it, he asked the family to keep quiet, and the matter was settled. β
"Why?"
"Because the cook who had put down the curse did not take it away, but put it in the most conspicuous place in the kitchen. The hammer was made of maple wood. The younger generation knew that his Taoism was not enough to compete with the other party, so he chose to settle the matter. β
He stopped to rest, leaned on the trunk of the tree and sighed: "Look, the same material, made into Bai Xi can save lives, and it can be used to curse and kill." A lot of things, a lot of things, are subject to change. β
Seeing that I was fascinated by what I heard, he smiled and said: "North of the Northeast, there are countless strange people and strange things, and this is nothing. β
"You're right." I remembered the paper figures I had met before, and they were indeed a means that I couldn't understand.
"Are there many such people now? If they want to harm people, they can't prevent it. β
"All things are mutually reinforcing, as long as it is a human being, who can be the only one? Whether it is a shaman or a shaman, they will not easily reveal their means, because there are always stronger people in the world who can restrain them. β
A flash of inspiration flashed through my mind: "You mean the Orthodox Daomen?" Ho family? β
The upper section of the color maple "snapped" and fell, and Duo Xiao rubbed his shoulders: "You can say that, but not exactly." β