Here Lies The Wicked

The shelves behind the workbench are empty.

There are only twenty wooden carvings.

These wooden carvings, each placed on a wooden tray, then covered with a worthy satin cloth, are mysterious.

Can't see what wood carvings are underneath the red cloth.

With regard to these wooden carvings covered with red cloth, Fang had already been curious and had been curious to ask the Left Thousand Households, and no answer had been given.

At this moment, with the permission of the Left Thousand Households, we can finally see the wooden carvings under the satin red cloth, which is beginning to itch.

“Brother Left, you're all covered in red cloth. How can I choose? ”

“Even when selling goods on supermarket shelves, buyers should always see the real thing first. ”

Fang Zheng wondered.

I don't know, Left Thousand Households stood still, didn't do anything to unravel the red cloth: “When you pick them, they pick you too. ”

God nagged, Fang Zheng muttered, and then some immortal heart said: “Really? ”

Left thousand households shook their heads, no way.

“Is there any hint?” In the face of so many options, it was strained.

It's a living, dying choice syndrome!

Left thousand households still shook their heads.

Fangzhengzheng's eyes closed, his eyes didn't bother him, and he raised his hand and fingered. Anyway, no matter how hard it gets, it ends up being randomly missed.

When Fang opened his eyes, he saw that he had chosen the wooden carving in the center.

When Fang was unraveling the satin cloth, Fang was slightly surprised and shocked.

This wooden sculpture is a lifelike man, and it seems to be engraved by an ancient general, wearing a coat of armor, sheathing his sword and killing him. When you look at the wooden carvings, there is a kind of killer as if all the way down to destroy the decaying heart.

Just in shock.

This wooden sculpture… is like being endowed with a spirit of refinement that makes people face each other like a living thing, not a wooden carved dead thing.

Although the other woodcarving artefacts on the shelf are also the only wonderful, perfect artefacts, they are ultimately just a dead object.

Unlike this wooden sculpture in his hand, just a glance at him, there is a murderous intent straight to the heart.

The fingertips have an unusual touch, and the wood carving appears to be engraved on the back.

“Battle like a mountain, kill like water. ”

That's a wicked door. Is that the eight-word word the lifelong verdict of this wooden carving character?

So he asked Left Thousand Households, who is this wooden carver's prototype?

“Kill the gods for nothing.” The Left Thousand Dollar Language is not surprising.

“Brother Left, you just said that I chose them, and they chose me, right? But I am clearly a good young man, strongly embracing the core values of socialism, let alone killing gods, my political appearance has always been ordinary people, is there any misunderstanding?” The party is hurrying to defend itself.

There's a thousand households in front of us, but people in the system.

I can't explain right now. Waiting for three meals a day to go to prison for free?

Left thousand households are very interested to look at Fang Zheng, and look at the killer white wooden carving in Fang Zheng's hand.

“It is indeed true that Brother Zhiqiu Yip, in the team of demon killers, seems to rise a generation to kill God.” The corner of the left thousand households rose slightly.

Seems to see that Fang has been chosen to kill God, which has caused him some surprises and some excitement.

“Brother Left, I'm afraid too high a profile will kill me by ghosts.” Fang felt the cow was blowing a little.

“Tell a joke, I used to have a friend named Chen Peng, then Chen Peng... just to make the cow blow. ”

Having said that, Fang did not put down the idea of killing the gods and making wooden carvings in his hands. He always loved to play with his hands.

As you can see, Fang quite likes killing the gods.

“Brother Zuo, Mr. Fu said let me find another jade store across the street and pick up a jade card, but why can't I see what jade store is across the door?” Just asking another question in my mind.

In the past few days, what store across the street from the underworld store is naturally long overdue.

There are only a few ordinary shops across from the underworld shop, and roll doors close at night and only open during the day. Even if it was open during the day, there were no jade stores, only one clothing store, one shoe store.

“Oh, you're talking about Yan Cabernet Sauvignon. He's across the street, not across the street from the underworld shop.” Left thousand households laughed and moaned.

The face is just black.

Yan Cabernet Xia?

Give it back!

No, it's time to stop. Are you going to copy all the characters in Qian's ghost?

Are you coming out in a few days? Ten monks, Xiahou swordsmen, Granny?

The so-called Yan Cabernet Sauvignon, when Zuo Qianhousehold was taking Fang to find the jade store, and the two entered the jade store, Fang finally saw the legendary "Yan Cabernet Sauvignon”.

This is a large old man of fifty or sixty years old, who entered the store as if affixed to a fire furnace, blood and masculinity, and a fiery fire.

It came from the old man in front of you.

Fang Zheng suddenly felt a sense of kindness. In this unusual old street, he finally met a normal big man.

First Mr. Fu, who is dying all over himself, and then there are the left thousand families of the dead.

At this time, however, the dead man of the left thousand households was not affected by the blazing fire. Originally, it was a ghost, a kind of cloud of gas. Some powerful people can just let the ghost spirits fly 100 meters away. Fang Zhengyi realized that when the fires reached the front of the left thousand households, they automatically retreated like the tide.

Just a moment later, I understood why.

“This is Mr. Fu asked you to find Yan Cabernet Sauvignon, just ask him directly.” Left thousand households laughed all the way and led Fang into the jade store.

But how the square always feels, the laughter of the left thousand households at this moment, kind of like a fox laugh.

The old man in the store didn't say much, just glanced at the left thousand households, didn't say anything, and continued to look down to carve an unfinished jade card in his hand.

Looking at the fox in the left thousand households who obviously had some conspiracy to smile, Fang Zheng Zheng was not in his mind. He also learned the ancient manipulation of sex. He hugged the old man in front of him with a fist: “Brother Yan. ”

Fang Zheng was in his early twenties, but he looked old enough to be his grandfather. He called himself Brother Dao in person. This strangely creepy painting style, cough, cough, left thousand households choked by a sip of water.

Then feel a bit of acid in the back gut.

This little guy in front of me is really not taboo, dare to say anything...

Afterwards, the owner of the jade store in front of him gave a general explanation.

“What did you pick in the woodcarving shop?” The owner of the jade store had a thick voice and a bright, loud, breathtaking voice. He was so energetic that he was burning like a fire.

“Kill the gods for nothing.” The party answers as truthfully.

Rumor has it, the owner of the jade store finally looked up and looked straight at it.

Then, I saw the old man and took out two pallets, which were arranged neatly for a total of 32 jade cards. But they're all facing up, unable to see the front jade.

The owner of the jade store said: "You can also pick a jade card. ”

Let me choose again?

Fang suddenly has an indescribable egg pain. Don't you know that he has a difficult choice syndrome?