When I saw that the eyes of this kind old woman were a pair of animal eyes, my complexion changed suddenly.

A look of trepidation on his face.

Breathing also became much shorter at this time.

However, the old woman's eyes quickly changed from red vertical eyes to human eyes in the next second.

Continuing with a kind smile, he said:

"Interesting ......"

After saying these three words, the old woman ignored me, turned and walked to the door.

After a while, he left the private room.

At this time, only me, Uncle Liu, and Huang Mao were left in the whole room, and the curator with his back was still sitting with his back to us.

He didn't turn around, just took his black notebook, which he was counting through at this time.

From time to time, the words "three days", "four days", "two days", "one month" were muttered.

What should be being calculated.

The room seemed very silent for a while.

I, Uncle Liu, and Huang Mao were still standing behind the curator, clenching their fists.

In my heart, I was actually a little unhappy.

We've been here for so long, but the curator doesn't like us at all.

However, being the curator of our museum is by no means an idle person.

And if you want to stay in the museum and continue to work, you can only abide by the rules of the curator.

In addition, when Uncle Liu came, he repeatedly told me and Huang Mao.

Talk about it, don't move if you shouldn't.

Uncle Liu stood still with his fists in his hands, and we could only hold his fists in the back without moving.

Until four or five minutes later, the curator seemed to be done.

He muttered to himself:

"Three months and two days, not bad, this month's luck is not too bad."

After speaking, the black notebook in his hand was closed.

There was a "bang", and then it was retracted into the clothes.

Only then did he speak to us:

"Alright, put your hands down!"

As he spoke, the other party slowly turned his head.

At this moment, my eyes and Huang Mao's eyes were about to pop out.

I want to know what kind of character our mysterious and gambling curator can make Uncle Liu respectful.

As the other party gradually turned their heads.

The appearance of the curator was also clearly seen by us.

It's just that when we see his appearance clearly, there is a great sense of disparity in our hearts.

In our opinion, it is possible to become the curator of our museum.

It is inevitable that the Tao is strong, out of the dust and into the world, and sees through the cause and effect of the mortal dust.

This kind of person must have a great way.

It's not a bone fairy style, but also a radiant appearance.

But when I saw it now, my whole body was blinded.

It was a sallow, thin, wrinkled face.

His eyes are dull and have heavy dark circles, and his cheeks are sunken.

He has a mustache and looks like he is in his sixties.

It's like an old gambler......

The first feeling is that it looks very empty, and this old man may not live long.

That appearance is no different from the old man on the hospital bed, dying.

It has nothing to do with "fairy wind bones, radiant spirits".

A proper old gambler.

I was looking at the appearance of our curator, and Uncle Liu, who was standing in front, had already said very respectfully:

"Curator, Li Xu and Huang Xiaolong have brought it.

They have passed the regular assessment before, and now they can officially become employees of our museum.

He also asked the curator to write them an official talisman and issue an official work card. ”

Uncle Liu's timid opening and his rough and casual appearance in front of us are completely different looks.

The curator with a big back turned sideways.

One hand is propped up on the mahjong table, and his mustache is touched with his hand.

The pair of godless eyes looked at me, and then said in a somewhat hoarse voice:

"You are Li Xu?"

Hearing the curator speak, I hurriedly nodded and clenched my fists:

"Yes, Curator, I'm Li Xu."

The curator nodded, and looked at Huang Mao again:

"You're Huang Xiaolong?"

"That's right, I'm Huang Xiaolong."

Seeing the two of us answering, the curator nodded again:

"You've completed your mission.

But you're eight minutes and thirty-seven seconds late today.

So, you're fired. ”

The curator's voice was hoarse, and he spoke nonchalantly.

One hand, still touching his mustache.

After I heard this, Huang Mao's faces and I changed suddenly.

I was even more frightened.

Didn't Uncle Liu say that it could be extended by ten minutes?

Now, why is it late again?

Today is the last time I've come over.

If because of this, Huang Mao can't be dismissed, then I really can't worry about it.

Thinking of this, I immediately spoke:

"Curator, I'm late today.

Huang Xiaolong was not late.

If you dismiss, just dismiss me. ”

One person does one thing and one person does it, I don't want to implicate Huang Mao because I am late.

But Huang Mao looked at me in surprise, and also said:

"Brother Xu, what did you say!

Let's go together! ”

Huang Mao can say it simply.

The curator sitting in the chair still looked careless, without any change in mood.

Only Uncle Liu turned his head to look at the two of us:

"Shut up, it's not your share of conversation."

Uncle Liu scolded, and Huang Mao and I instantly quieted down.

Then I saw Uncle Liu, clasped his fists at the curator, and said softly:

"Curator, I reported to you for ten minutes and sent you WeChat."

As soon as the curator heard this, his hand touching his beard stopped.

The seemingly godless eyes instantly lit up:

"Oh? Reported me? ”

Uncle Liu still looked cautious, nodded and said:

"Yes, Curator, I spent ten minutes of my four-day vacation next month to report to you.

I also wrote a report and sent it to you together.

This should not be considered as breaking the rules you have set. ”

When I heard this, my heart trembled.

looked at Uncle Liu in disbelief.

Uncle Liu delayed me for ten minutes, but used up his four days of vacation for the next month?

96 hours, 10 minutes?

But he didn't say a word to me.

It warms my heart, but it's not a taste.

From the bottom of my heart, I am extremely grateful to Uncle Liu.

After all, I have no relatives with Uncle Liu, and I work in the museum, just one of his subordinates.

For him, it's dispensable.

However, he was willing to use his four-day vacation to buy me ten minutes......

After listening to Uncle Liu's words, the curator picked up his mobile phone casually:

"I'll see!"

After speaking, he took out his phone.

He tapped it a few times with his hand, and finally squinted at it, and then nodded:

"Oh, you messaged me.

I didn't see it here, blame me, blame me.

Since Xiao Liu, you have reported to them.

Then this matter is not a violation of the rules of our museum.

It seems that Xiao Liu values you two boys very much.

But you two boys are not bad, they are very righteous.

The old man likes to talk about righteousness and anger.

Cheng, turn positive.

In the future, the two of you will be the regular employees of my Phoenix Mountain Funeral Home. ”

After saying that, he put his phone in his pocket.

When we heard the last few words, Huang Mao and I were excited, and we subconsciously clenched our fists.

But instead of daring to attack and cheer, they looked at each other.

From each other's eyes, they saw each other's joy and excitement.

At the same time, I also cast a grateful glance at Uncle Liu in front of me.

If Uncle Liu hadn't given up his four days off next month, he would have reported to me for these ten minutes.

I can't really turn around.

When you go back, you must treat Uncle Liu to a big meal.

Give him a big red envelope to show his gratitude.

At the same time, the curator took out his black notebook again.

In front of us, a blank page was opened.

He pinched a sword finger in his hand and silently recited a few words in his mouth.

Finally, a little bit to the black notebook:

"Li Xu, Huang Xiaolong, hold the spell."

As you speak, draw with your fingers on a blank piece of paper.

When the edict was finally issued, the names of me and Huang Mao appeared directly on the blank page, flashing with a faint white light.

However, the blank page also emitted wisps of black smoke at this time.

Even, there were bursts of yin qi emanating from the notebook......

And there are also human faces, which bulge from time to time from the paper.

What kind of notebook is this, so weird?

It makes people frightened and inexplicably afraid.

But the curator was calm and put down the handprint.

Facing the two of us, he touched his mustache:

"You two come here, leave a blood mark on it, and the old man can report it to the below......"