Hearing this, I felt happy and thought to myself that although I failed to invite Zhang Hazi, with the grandson of the Luo court taking action, it wouldn't be too bad.
Besides, since Luo Xiaoyang has been able to act as a spokesperson for Zhang Hazi in the past five years, he certainly has some skills. Otherwise, if you encounter those weird things, you will be scared to death in minutes, and you are still talking about it!
Just when I wanted to say thank you, I heard a cold voice. She said, do you think he is not dazzling enough, so do you want to add more fire to him?
The woman who spoke was the cold woman. What she meant was that since Luo Xiaoyang had the same experience as me five years ago, he must also have great luck. I was already a torch in the night. Plus he would probably go straight to Little Sun!
Hearing this, Luo Xiaoyang spread his hands and said, what should we do? We can't just die without saving him, right?
The woman said categorically, you two stay well here while I go over and take a look.
The tone of voice was still as cold as before, but it felt warm in my heart.
After all, our village can be said to be a dragon's den and a tiger's den. Once the old carpenter builds something similar to the Baili Corpse Monument, the first people to suffer will be the people in our village, so it is human nature and everyone can understand that they don't want to go.
But this woman knew the true situation in our village, but she was still willing to go there. This self-sacrifice for others, to put it in a bad way, was definitely as big as the pair in front of her!
Only now do I know that despite the cold look on this woman's face, she is actually very warm inside. It's just that she may not be very good at expressing herself, so she gives people the impression of being distant and arrogant. To put it bluntly, he is a typical knife-mouthed tofu-hearted person.
I don’t know who will be lucky enough to marry such a top-notch woman in the future. She is definitely the type to earn money by marrying her.
I don't think about it myself. With my desperate mentality, it is not in line with her personality, and it is even a little contrary to her. It is absolutely impossible for us to get together. Of course, there is another very important point, that is, I feel that I am not worthy.
In addition, there is another more important reason, that is, I feel that I do not have the ability to melt away the layer of ice on her surface.
But soon, I realized another problem. I came here to invite Zhang Hazi, because Mr. Wang said that only he has the ability to solve those things. When Luo Xiaoyang said he wanted to go, I didn't even have such an idea. It was because of his grandfather's identity.
But how is this woman's strength compared to the two of them? ----I really don't look down on her, it's just because our village is too dangerous. If she is not even as good as Mr. Wang, then she might as well not go, otherwise she will only give the other party one more head.
But it’s hard for me to ask such a question directly, as it can easily hurt the woman’s self-esteem. So I took a roundabout way and told Luo Xiaoyang and the other three men, wouldn't you try to persuade me?
I thought my questioning was very good, but who knew the four of them could hear my unintended meaning as soon as they heard it. Almost at the same time, she rolled her eyes at me. That look meant the same thing. She is so powerful, why should she persuade her? Are you stupid?
The boat owner said, "Little baby, the reason why you are asking me this question is because you don't know where she comes from. In today's circle of craftsmen, who can draw skin, bones and soul, except for her Wu family." Among the ancestors, she is Wu Tinghan.
Hearing this, I suddenly turned my head to look at the woman, and couldn't help but exclaim, "Tell me, the Wu family in Hunan?" Are you the 'little' painter from the Wu family who can paint skin, bones and souls as Mr. Wang said?
When Mr. Wang said that my grandfather had been 'changed' by a painter to hide his identity for fifty-five years, I was shocked by the methods of the painters. Isn’t this more awesome than contemporary plastic surgery?
Not only does it require no surgery or medication, it also has no side effects at all! Whatever you want can be satisfied by just a painter's drawing. Where can I find a plastic surgery hospital like this?
And 'makeover' is only for the skin of a painting. Now that she has mastered the soul of painting, isn't her strength going to be unparalleled?
No wonder the three grown men didn’t try to dissuade her. The real boss was this woman!
I can finally understand why this woman could scare Zhang Hazi and Luo Xiaoyang into fleeing with just a slight shout at the gate of Laosicheng City. This was not out of respect for this woman, but simply out of being suppressed in terms of strength. ah!
I can finally understand why the ship owner said so many good things to Zhang Hazi, but in the end he only dared to say, "Don't fight to death, just take a breath." This is not really because he took the money and did nothing, but Just being able to breathe is considered the greatest mercy of this woman!
When I thought of her cold expression, even though I knew she was a smart-mouthed person, I still subconsciously retracted my hands and feet, for no other reason than to show my absolute respect for her! ----No way, the aura of an awesome woman is strong enough to make the men around her fearful!
Also, she really lived up to her name. There was a hint of coldness in her whole body, making it difficult for people to get close to her.
Wu Tinghan ignored my exclamation and didn't even raise her head. She just kept playing with the scissors in her hand, wondering what she was thinking.
I asked tentatively, "When will we leave?"
She didn't ask me, but looked at Zhang Hazi and asked something incomprehensible. She said, can the well be opened?
I saw Zhang Hazi raised his head and glanced towards me, then stretched out his little finger, pinched it with his thumb, and told Wu Tinghan to open an egg well and wait until he dies! It’s just a big shit, but you still have the nerve to ask me to dig a well?
After he finished speaking, he got up and went back to his room.
I don't know why Zhang Hazi suddenly became angry, but I saw a touch of melancholy appear on the faces of Luo Xiaoyang and others.
I don't know what they mean by opening a well, and I don't know why they have to wait until I'm dead before talking about it, but I can somehow feel the unbreakable sadness in their hearts.
Wu Tinghan glanced at me and still didn't answer my question. Instead, he picked up a tube of something at his feet, stood up, and walked behind me.
When I saw the pipe in her hand, I realized that wasn't it the thing I mistakenly thought was an iron pipe in the house? At this time, under the moonlight, I could clearly see what kind of iron pipe was there. It was clearly a rolled up drawing paper.
So, what is she doing in my room with a roll of drawing paper? It can't be that he's painting, it's so pitch black, how can he paint? Do you draw with your eyes closed?
I was amused by my own thoughts, and then followed Wu Tinghan's steps and watched her walk to a well, holding the roll of drawing paper in both hands, standing still.
Only now did I realize that there was actually a well in the yard. And this well was covered with a thick stone cover, completely blocking the wellhead.
So, when they talked about opening a well before, this should be what they were talking about, right?
As soon as the idea came to my mind, I saw Wu Tinghan twirling her hands, and the scroll in her hand stood up in front of her, and then...because her back was to me, I couldn't see her next movements. All she knew was that when she turned around, her hands were empty.
My eyes widened and I looked left and right. Where did the roll of drawing paper go?
Luo Xiaoyang patted me on the shoulder and said, stop looking for it and stuff it into the well.
I could see clearly that when he patted my shoulder, he patted me from bottom to top, exactly the same way as Mr. Wang!
It is indeed a common technique among craftsmen.
Wu Tinghan, who came back from the well, patted my other shoulder and told me, let’s go.
I was a little confused and quickly asked, should we leave at this time?
It's not that I don't want to leave, but it's three or four in the morning. Is it too dangerous to leave at this time?
She looked at my wrist and said that if it were too late, Mr. Wang's body would have to be collected.
