Chapter 113: Kill god

The shelves behind the workbench are empty,
Only one or twenty wood carvings were placed.
I saw these wood carvings, each placed on a wooden tray, and then covered with valuable satin red cloth, it seemed mysterious.
It is impossible to see exactly what wood carving is under the red cloth.
Regarding these woodcarvings covered with red cloth, Founder has long been very curious, and once asked Zuo Qianhu curiously, but he did not get an answer.
At this moment, with the permission of Zuo Qianhu, I could finally see the wood carvings under these satin red cloths, and Founder began to feel a little itchy.
"Brother Zuo, you are covered with red cloth, how can I choose?"
"Even if you sell goods on supermarket shelves, you should always let the buyer see the real thing first."
Founder wondered.
Who knows, Zuo Qianhu didn't move, and didn't mean to reveal the red cloth: "When you select them, they also select you."
The gods murmured, and founder muttered, and then said a little unwillingly: "Really?"
Zuo Qianhu shook his head: "Really not."
"Are there any tips?" Founder struggled with so many options.
This is to choose the syndrome of hardship to live to death!
Zuoqianhu still shook his head.
Founder simply closed his eyes, and his eyes were not upset. He raised his hand and pointed at random. Anyway, no matter how tangled, in the end, they are randomly selected.
When Fang Zheng opened his eyes, he saw a random choice, and actually chose the wood carving in the center.
When Founder unveiled the red satin cloth, Founder was slightly surprised.
This woodcarving is a life-like person. It seems that the carving is an ancient general, wearing armor and a long sword out of the sheath, which is murderous. When facing each other with wood carvings, there was a kind of awe-inspiring murderousness that seemed to destroy the heart.
Founder was shocked.
This wood carving seems to be endowed with a spirit of spirit, so that when faced, it is like a living thing, not a dead body.
Although other woodcarving crafts on the shelves are also perfectly carved and perfect crafts, they are only a dead object after all.
Unlike the woodcarving in his hand, just a glance at the hand made a murderous intent to reach people's hearts.
A strange touch came from the fingertips, and there seemed to be characters on the back of the wood carving.
"Put the city like a mountain, kill like water."
It's really evil, is this eight character the life sentence of the person carved by this wood carving?
So Fang Zheng asked Zuo Qianhu, who is the prototype of this woodcarver?
"Kill the white." Zuo Qianhu's language is not surprisingly endless.
"Brother Zuo, you said just now that I chose them and they chose me, right? But I am obviously a good young man, and I firmly support the core values ​​of socialism, let alone kill God, my political appearance has always been ordinary The masses, is this a misunderstanding? "Founder hurriedly defended himself.
Right in front of this one thousand households, but the people in the system.
Now I do n’t explain clearly. Waiting for three meals a day to eat free rice?
Zuoqianhu looked at Founder with great interest, and then looked at the killing white wood carving in Founder's hand.
"Sure enough, it's Brother Zhiqiu Yiye. It seems that a generation of killing gods will rise in the team of monsters and demons." Zuo Qianhu's mouth slightly raised.
It seems that seeing Fang Zheng's choice to kill God Baiqi has made him a little surprised and a little bit excited.
"Brother Zuo, I'm afraid that being too high-profile will be killed by ghosts." Founder felt that this was a big blow.
"To tell a joke, I used to have a friend named Chen Peng, and later called Chen Peng just because he blew the bullshit."
That being said, but Founder didn't put down the meaning of killing the Baiqi woodcarving, always playing with it.
It can be seen that Founder still quite likes killing God.
"Brother Zuo, Mr. Fu told me to look for the jade shop on the opposite side again, and take a jade brand, but why can't I see what jade shop is at the door?"
After coming to Mingdian for so many days, it is natural that Founder knows exactly what shop is opposite the Mingdian.
There are only a few ordinary shops across the street from the Ming Shop, and the sliding doors are closed at night, and they are only open during the day. Even when it was open during the day, there was no jade shop at all. There was only one clothing store and one shoe store.
"Oh, you're talking about Yan Chixia, he's across the intersection, not across the Mingdian." Zuo Qianhu said with a smile.
Fang Zheng immediately turned black.
Yan Chixia?
Again!
The main point is not, it is enough to stop it, is it going according to normal development, you still plan to copy all the characters in the ghost of the Chinese girl?
Will a few monks, Xiahou swordsmen and grandma come out in a few days?
The so-called Yan Chixia, when Zuo Qianhu took Founder to the jade shop and the two entered the jade shop, Founder finally saw the legendary "Yan Chixia".
This is a 50- to 60-year-old man with thick bones. Founder entered the store as if a large fire was posted on it. The blood was masculine and the fire was hot.
It was from the old man in front of him.
Fang Zheng immediately felt a sense of intimacy. On this abnormal old street, he finally met a normal living person.
There was Mr. Fu who was dead all over, and then there were Zuo Qianhu who was dead.
However, at this time, the dead man, Zuo Qianhu, was not affected by the blazing sun at all. It was originally a ghost, a kind of nemesis, and some strong people could let the ghost and soul fly away just one hundred meters away. Founder carefully realized that when the blaze reached the left of thousands of households, it automatically withdrew like a tide.
Founder thought for a moment, and then he understood the reason.
"This is the Yan Chixia that Mr. Fu asked you to find. You can just ask him directly." Zuo Qianhu smiled all the way and led Fang Zheng into the jade shop.
But how does Founder always feel that Zuo Qianhu's smile at the moment is a bit like a fox smile.
The old man in the shop didn't talk much, just glanced at the left-thousand households without saying anything, and continued to bow his head and sculpt an unfinished jade card in his hand.
Looking at Zuo Qianhu's apparently intriguing fox smiled, Founder was not at ease, and even learned the ancients' suit, before the eyes of the old man clenched his fist: "Brother Yan."
Founder was in his early twenties, but he looked old enough to be his grandfather. He was called brother to brother in person. This strange and terrifying style of cough, cough, cough, Zuoqianhu was choked by his mouth.
Then I felt a sour back alveolar.
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Later, Fang Zhenghao, the owner of the jade shop in front of him, roughly explained the intention.
"What did you choose in the wood carving shop?" The jade shop owner's voice was thick and loud, loud and breathless, and his spirit was burning like a fire.
"Kill the white." Fang just answered.
After hearing that, the owner of the jade shop finally looked up and looked at Founder.
Then, he saw the old man, took out two trays, and arranged a total of thirty-two jade cards on it. But the back is facing up, and the front jade card cannot be seen clearly.
Jade shop owner: "You also come to pick a jade brand."
Let him choose again?
Founder suddenly felt a sense of inexplicable egg pain, didn't I know he was having a difficult choice syndrome?