The shelves behind the workbench are empty,

Only one or twenty wood carvings are placed. .

I saw these wood carvings, each of which was placed on a wooden pallet, and then covered with valuable silk red cloth, making them look mysterious.

I can't see clearly what kind of wood carving is under the red cloth.

Fang Zheng was already very curious about these wood carvings covered with red cloth, and had also asked Zuo Qianhu curiously, but he did not get the answer.

At this moment, he had the permission of Zuo Qianhu and finally saw the wood carvings under the silk red cloth. Fang Zheng began to feel itchy.

"Brother Zuo, you are covered with red cloth, how can I choose?"

"Even if you sell goods on supermarket shelves, you should let the buyer see the real thing first."

Fang Zheng wondered.

But Zuo Qianhu stood still and did not want to uncover the red cloth: "When you choose them, they also chose you."

He was muttering, Fang Zheng muttered, and then said unwillingly: "It's really not possible?"

Zuo Qianhu shook his head: "It's really not possible."

"Is there any hint?" Faced with so many options, Fang Zheng was confused.

This is a difficult syndrome to make choices alive!

Zuo Qianhu still shook his head.

Fang Zheng simply closed his eyes, and was not upset, and raised his hand and pointed it casually. No matter how much he was struggling, he would just choose randomly in the end.

When Fang Zheng opened his eyes, he saw that he chose casually and actually chose the wood carving in the center.

When Fang Zheng uncovered the silk red cloth, Fang Zheng exclaimed in surprise.

This wood carving is a lifelike person. It seems to be carving an ancient general, wearing armor and long sword out of sheath, with a murderous aura. When he looked at the wood carving, he actually had a murderous aura as if he had destroyed his body and killed people all the way.

Fang Zheng was shocked.

This wood carving... seems to be given spirit and makes people look like a living thing when facing it, rather than a dead wood carving.

Although other wood carvings on the shelves are carved vividly and perfectly, they are just dead objects after all.

Unlike the wood carving in his hand, just looking at each other, he has a fierce murderous intent that reaches people's hearts.

A strange touch came from the fingertips, and there seemed to be words engraved on the back of the wood carving.

"The city is like a mountain, and the killing is like water."

It’s really weird. Could these eight characters be the lifelong judgment of the characters carved in this wood carving?

So Fang Zheng asked Zuo Qianhu who the prototype of this wood carving man was?

"The God of Killing Bai Qi." Zuo Qianhuyu is not shocking and will never stop.

"Brother Zuo, you just said that even if I chose them, they chose me, right? But I am obviously a good young man and firmly support the core socialist values. Not to mention killing gods, my political appearance has always been an ordinary people. Is there any misunderstanding in the middle?" Fang Zheng hurriedly defended himself.

The Zuo Qianhu in front of me is a person within the system.

Isn't explain clearly now, I'm waiting for free for three meals a day?

Zuo Qianhu looked at Fang Zheng with interest, and then looked at the wooden sculpture of the killing god Bai Qi in Fang Zheng's hand.

"It's true that Brother Zhiqiu Yiye is worthy of being the one who is a demon-killing team. It seems that a generation of killing gods will rise in the demon-killing team." Zuo Qianhu's mouth raised slightly.

It seems that seeing Fang Zheng choose the killing god Bai Qi, he was a little surprised and excited.

"Brother Zuo, I'm afraid that I'll be beaten to death by a ghost if I'm too high-profile." Fang Zheng felt that this awesomeness was a bit boring.

"Tell me a joke. I used to have a friend named Chen Peng, and later Chen Peng... because he made me laugh."

That being said, Fang Zheng did not put down the meaning of killing the god Bai Qi wood sculpture in his hand, and he couldn't let go of it and played with it.

It can be seen that Fang Zheng likes the killing god Bai Qi quite a bit.

"Brother Zuo, Mr. Fu said he asked me to find the jade shop opposite again and get a jade plaque, but why didn't I see any jade shop opposite?" Fang Zheng asked another question in his heart.

After so many days of visiting the Nether Store, Fang Zheng has naturally understood what store there is opposite the Nether Store.

There are only a few ordinary shops opposite the Netherworld Store. The rolling door is closed at night and only opens during the day. Even if it is open during the day, I never saw any jade shop, only one clothing store or one shoe store.

"Oh, you are talking about Yan Chixia. He is opposite the intersection, not opposite the Netherworld Shop." Zuo Qianhu said with a smile.

Fang Zheng's face turned dark immediately.

Yan Chixia?

Come again!

If you have some shame, you should stop at the right time. Do you still plan to copy all the characters in the Ghost Story of A Chinese Girl?

Will you still have to come out in a few days, the Monk of Shifang, the Swordsman of Xiahou, and the Grandma?

The so-called Yan Chixia, when Zuo Qianhu took Fang Zheng to find the jade shop and the two entered the jade shop, Fang Zheng finally saw the legendary "Yan Chixia".

This is a 50 or 60-year-old man with a thick bone. As soon as Fang Zheng entered the store, he seemed to have a big stove with a strong qi and blood, and a strong yang fire.

It comes from the old man in front of him.

Fang Zheng suddenly felt a sense of intimacy. On this abnormal old street, he finally met a normal living person.

First, there was Mr. Fu, who was full of death, and then there was Zuo Qianhu, who was dead.

However, at this time, the dead man Zuo Qianhu was not affected by the strong yang fire at all. Originally, this was a ghost, a nemesis of Yin Qi, and a strong man could make the ghost's soul scatter a hundred meters away with his qi and blood alone. Fangzheng carefully realized that when the yang fire reached Zuo Qianhu, he would automatically retreat like a tide.

Fang Zheng thought about it for a moment and understood the reason.

"This is Yan Chixia, the one whom Mr. Fu asked you to find. Just ask him directly." Zuo Qianhu smiled and led Fang Zheng into the jade shop.

But why did Fang Zheng always feel that Zuo Qianhu's smile at this moment was a bit like a fox's smile.

The old man in the store didn't say much, but just glanced at Zuo Qianhu indifferently, said nothing, and continued to bow his head and carve an unfinished jade plaque in his hand.

Looking at Zuo Qianhu's obviously conspiracy fox smiled, Fang Zheng was not afraid, so he just learned the ancients' tricks and clasped his fists at the old man in front of him and said, "Brother Yan."

Fang Zheng was in his early twenties, but he looked old enough to be his grandfather, and called his brother to his face. This strange and terrifying style, cough, cough cough, Zuo Qianhu was choked by his saliva.

Then I felt a soreness in the back of the alveolar.

The little guy in front of me is really free of taboos, and he dares to say anything...

Then, Fang Zheng roughly explained his purpose to the jade shop owner in front of him.

"What did you choose in the wood carving shop?" The owner of the jade shop had a thick voice, and was also very loud, loud, with endless breath, and his spirit was as vigorous as a fire burning.

"The God of Killing Bai Qi." Fang Zheng answered truthfully.

Upon hearing this, the owner of the jade shop finally looked up and took a look at Fang Zheng.

Then, the old man took out two trays, and a total of 32 jade plaques were arranged neatly on them. However, the backs were all facing up, and the jade plaques on the front could not be seen clearly.

The owner of the jade shop: "You can also choose a jade plaque."

Want to let him choose again?

Fang Zheng suddenly felt inexplicably painful. I wonder if he had difficulty choosing syndrome!
Chapter completed!