"Can you give a puppet a soul?" Yu Ren raised an eyebrow.

"It's all a commercial gimmick, a name that is blown out." Pei Da didn't hide it at all, "You know, in order to make money." ”

Yu Ren bowed slightly.

It's not that I can't understand it.

Some works of art, especially those that are old, often have some mysterious legends attached to them.

Or thriller or romantic.

Of course, most of the stories are fictitious gimmicks made up by the holders in order to increase the value of the goods, just like the name of Bai Jichuan.

Curiosity is a human instinct.

A story can add value to a product that goes far beyond itself, so why not?

However, in this dungeon world, where all the spirits and ghosts are real, there is a puppeteer known as "giving the soul of the puppet".

It's hard not to think about it.

However, Yu Ren's eyebrows moved slightly, and when he saw Pei Da's attitude towards this puppet maker, it seemed to be faintly disdainful?

Lan Jiaxuan should have known some inside information before being threatened by Chen Xuhua with money, but Yu Ren did not answer, in case he leaked his mouth.

Fortunately, the other party did not notice anything abnormal.

"Actually, you're a pity." Pei Da swallowed, "It's your bad luck to be targeted by Bai Jichuan." ”

Although he doesn't understand art, he has sold so many dolls, and the quality of the foundation can still be seen.

Since Bai Jichuan has achieved fame and fortune through puppet competitions in recent years, he has become more and more slack in his production skills.

Pei Da couldn't remember how long it had been since the other party had finished making a doll by himself.

Every year, those limited edition dolls that fans outside grab the sky, but Bai Jichuan actually grabbed them from the seed contestants of the puppet competition.

Speaking of which, there is something Yu Ren doesn't understand.

The puppet contest is said to be a temple that only the best puppet makers can enter, but it is actually a fish pond in the backyard of the puppet maker who stands at the top.

All puppeteers, from the moment they sign up for the competition, lose ownership of their work.

Bright snatch.

Bandit.

Yu Ren clenched his fists.

He had been to Lan Jiaxuan's studio and knew how much this man loved the puppets he made.

The beloved thing was snatched away, and Yu Ren didn't believe that Lan Jiaxuan would be indifferent.

So, he said, "I won't give my work to Bai Jichuan." ”

Pei Da said: "Chen Xuhua's shriveled calf is not wrong at all, you are indeed a shaft." ”

"It's useless, you can't fight Bai Jichuan, there's nothing he can't snatch away after such a long time."

Pei Da will seem to persuade sincerely: "If I want you to either take the money and leave, or take the boat of Bai Jichuan to make a fire, and sell the puppet first to make a few bucks." ”

I don't know if it's his own illusion, Yu Ren felt that after Pei Da said this, the temperature of the entire room became lower.

Advanced players won't let go of any minor anomalies.

Yu Ren instantly became alert.

Pei Da on the ground was unconscious, and continued to say: "Tell me about you, what's the use of making dolls so good every day?" I can't sell it for nothing! ”

"If you want to get ahead in this circle, you have to learn from Bai Jichuan, be ruthless, puppets, do it when you have time, and the money you get is real!"

"Why don't we work together? You make a puppet and I will market and sell, how about making a profit of five or five points? ”

"Say no more!"

Yu Ren scolded.

Not an illusion.

Every time Pei Da opened his mouth to say a word, the temperature in the room dropped by one point.

Now it was so cold that Yu Ren's fingertips felt numb.

The man lying on the ground finally realized that something was wrong, and his teeth chattered: "Is the air conditioner in the room broken?" Why is it so cold? ”