Chapter 113 God of Death

The shelf behind the work table was empty.

There were only twenty wood carvings.

The wood carvings, each placed on a wooden tray, were then covered with valuable silk and red cloth, making them seem mysterious.

It was impossible to see what kind of wood carving was underneath the red cloth.

Fang Zheng had been very curious about these wooden carvings covered in red cloth, and had asked Zuo qianhu curiously, but he did not get the answer.

Now that Zuo qianhu had given her permission to finally see the wood carvings under the satin red cloth, Fang Zheng began to feel a little itchy.

"Brother zuo, you're covered in 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."

Fang Zheng wondered.

However, Zuo qianhu stood still and did not intend to open the red cloth, "When you chose them, they also chose you."

Fang Zheng muttered to himself, then reluctantly said, "Really not?"

Zuo qianhu shook his head, "No way."

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

This is a syndrome of life threatening selection difficulties!

Zuo qianhu still shook his head.

Fang Zheng simply closed his eyes, looked out of sight and pointed at him casually. In any case, no matter how much they struggled, they chose randomly.

When Fang Zheng opened his eyes, he saw that he had chosen the wood carving right in the middle.

When Fang Zheng opened the satin red cloth, Fang Zheng let out a slight surprise.

This wood carving was a lifelike person, as if it was carved by an ancient general, wearing armor and long swords that came out of their scabbards. When he looked at the wood carving, he actually had a kind of awe-inspiring murderous aura, as if he had been cutting through people's hearts.

Fang Zheng was shocked.

This wood carving... Seemed to be endowed with vigor and vitality, making people look like living things when facing, rather than a dead wood carving.

Although the other wood carvings on the shelves were perfectly carved and perfect, they were only a dead thing after all.

Unlike the wooden carving in his hand, which only looked at each other, there was a chilling murderous intent to reach people's hearts.

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

"Pull out the city like a mountain, kill like water."

This is really a heretical sect. Could these eight characters be the life sentence of the characters carved in this wood carving?

So Fang Zheng asked Zuo qianhu, who was the original woodcarver?

"The god of death rises in vain." Zuo qianhu's words were not shocking.

"Brother zuo, you just said that even if I chose them, they also chose me, right? But I am clearly a good young man, firmly upholding the core values of socialism, let alone killing god. My political appearance has always been the common people. Is there any misunderstanding between this?" Fang Zheng quickly defended himself.

This Zuo qianhu in front of him is a member of the system.

Why not explain it now and wait for three free meals a day?

Zuo qianhu looked at Fang Zheng with interest, and then at the white wood carving of the god of death in Fang Zheng's hands.

"Indeed, you are brother zhiqiu yiye. It seems that a new generation of god of death is about to rise in the team of demon slayer." Zuo qianhu's lips rose slightly.

It seemed that seeing Fang Zheng choose to kill god for nothing surprised and excited him.

"Brother zuo, I'm afraid that if I make too much noise, I'll be killed by a ghost." Fang Zheng felt that the bravado was a little exaggerated.

"Tell me a joke. I used to have a friend named Chen Peng, then called chen peng... Because he blew his own horn."

Although that was the case, Fang Zheng did not put down the intention of the white wood carving in his hands, and always loved to play with it.

It could be seen that Fang Zheng was quite fond of killing god bai qi.

"Brother zuo, Mr. Fu asked me to look for another jade shop across the street to get a jade plaque, but why didn't I see a jade shop at the opposite door?" Fang Zheng asked another question.

After all these days at the underworld, Fang Zheng naturally knew what store was across from the Underworld shop.

There were only a few normal shops across from the Underworld shop. At night, the door was closed and only opened during the day. Even if it was open during the day, there was no jade shop at all, just a clothing store and a shoe store.

"Oh, you're talking about Yan Chixia. He's across the road, not the Underworld shop." Zuo qianhu said with a smile.

Fang Zheng's face darkened immediately.

Yan Chixia?

Come back!

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

In a few days, do you still have to come out of the ten square monks, xia hou swordsman, grandma?

The so-called Yan Chixia, when Zuo qianhu took Fang Zheng to find the jade store, the two entered the jade store, Fang Zheng finally met the legendary "Yan Chixia."

This was an old man in his fifties and sixties with a thick bone. When Fang Zheng entered the shop, he felt as if he had put on a big stove.

It was from the old man in front of him.

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

First there was the dead Mr. Fu, then there was the dead Zuo qianhu.

But at this time, Zuo qianhu, the dead man, was not affected by the fiery yang huo. Originally, this was a ghost. Yin qi was a kind of killer. Fang Zheng had a good feeling that when the fire reached Zuo qianhu, it automatically backed away like a tide.

Fang Zheng thought for a moment and understood the reason.

"This is Yan Chixia, whom Mr. Fu asked you to find. Just ask him." Zuo qianhu led Fang Zheng into the jade store with a smile.

But why did Fang Zheng always feel that Zuo qianhu was smiling like a fox?

The old man in the shop didn't say much, just glanced at Zuo qianhu and didn't say anything. He continued to lower his head and carve an unfinished jade plate in his hand.

Looking at Zuo qianhu's obviously conspiring fox smile, Fang Zheng was not afraid, so he simply followed the ancient saying and gave the old man in front of him a fist and said, "Brother yan."

Fang Zheng was in his early twenties, but he looked old enough to be his grandfather, calling him brother in person. This strange and frightening painting style, cough, cough, Zuo qianhu choked on his own mouthful of water.

Then he felt a tingling sensation in the back of his teeth.

This little guy in front of me is really unrestrained. He dares to say anything...

Then, Fang Zheng gave the owner of the jade shop a general explanation of his intentions.

"What did you choose in the wood carving shop?" The owner of the jade shop had a thick voice, but at the same time, he was loud and loud, his breath was endless, and his spirit was as strong as a fire.

"Kill god for nothing," Fang Zheng answered truthfully.

Hearing this, the owner of the jade shop finally looked up and took another look at Fang Zheng.

Then, the old man took out two trays and arranged them neatly with 32 jade plates. But they were all facing up from the back, unable to see the front jade plate clearly.

The owner of the jade store: "You can also choose a jade plate."

Let him choose again?

Fang Zheng suddenly felt an inexplicable pain. Didn't he know he had selective difficulty syndrome?

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