But I was dumbfounded, and soon I breathed a sigh of relief and said, okay, okay, luckily it is my name on it.
Otherwise, if it were really Wu Tinghan's name, wouldn't I have to die of guilt? ----I know that the reason why Wu Tinghan is willing to come to our village is not because of me, but for the villagers of our village, but no matter what, I am the one who found her.
But after Wu Tinghan heard what I said, he grabbed the tablet and said coldly to me, "What's good?" Death is imminent and you don’t know yet?
I knew nothing good would come of having this tablet with my name on it, but I didn't expect it would turn out so bad.
However, in order to prevent Wu Tinghan from being stressed, I still forced a smile and said to her, I can't help you in any way, it doesn't matter if you die or not, as long as you are fine.
Wu Tinghan opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he held back. Instead, he twisted a flower on the wrist of his left hand, and the tip of the red pen brushed over the tablet from bottom to top.
What shocked me was that after the pen tip passed by, the large characters "Chen Siqing's Spiritual Tablet" originally written on the tablet disappeared in an instant!
The original tablet was transformed into a wooden tablet that had never been used before with just a touch of her paintbrush! I know this is the skill of their craftsmen, but when I saw it up close, I was still so shocked!
After erasing the name, she flicked her wrist and poked the wooden sign directly with the tip of the paintbrush. The latter broke into two halves and was thrown to the ground by her. She ignored it and walked forward.
I hurriedly followed her and asked her with a curious look on my face, "What was that method just now?"
She glanced at me but said nothing, and her steps were faster than before, with a rare anxious look on her face.
Seeing her look like this, I suddenly panicked. When she was trapped in the facing painting before, it was so thrilling and thrilling, but she didn't even show this expression. But this time...
It seems that the coffin and the tablet that blocked the road just now are not that simple. At least, they are more complicated than I imagined. Otherwise, Wu Tinghan, who was always calm, would never have such a look on his face.
I asked a few more tentative questions, but she didn't say anything. She just stepped faster and faster, so that in the end I had to jog all the way to catch up, which almost exhausted me to death!
At this time, I wished that the mountain road leading to our village had a few forks. In that case, Wu Tinghan would definitely stop and wait for me when she didn't know where to go. But the good thing is that there is only one mountain road, and even a fool knows how to take it.
Several times when I couldn't keep up, I thought about taking a break and letting the girl with extraordinary physical strength go to the village first, but every time I wanted to stop, Wu Tinghan came from ahead. That cold voice: Chen Siqing!
She didn't say much, just called me my name, which made me cheer up, step up my lead-filled legs, and follow her reluctantly to continue walking forward.
In this way, every time I wanted to rest, she would stop me with a soft drink. Even though I was carrying a heavy backpack, I ended up entering the village a little earlier than usual.
It was noon at this time. Logically speaking, every household should be lighting a fire and cooking. But after entering the village, I felt that something was not right. The courtyard of each household was too quiet, as if no one was there. Same.
I told Wu Tinghan what I had discovered, but Wu Tinghan ignored it. Instead, he stood at the entrance of the village and looked at our village with a frown. He looked at it for several minutes before reaching out and pointing forward.
Only then did I realize that Wu Tinghan didn't know where my home was, and he wanted me to lead the way.
I responded hurriedly, then hurried forward, leading Wu Tinghan towards my home.
When I passed Chen Guzi's yard, I saw that the door of his house had been locked, and the funeral must have been carried out smoothly.
As I walked, I introduced to Wu Tinghan whose house this was, but Wu Tinghan acted as if he didn't even hear me, just like before, and only followed me half a step behind, following every step.
When I walked around the corner, I could see the door to my courtyard. It was unlocked, which meant that Mr. Wang was at home. This made me feel relieved.
Pushing open the courtyard door, I was about to call Mr. Wang, but I was so frightened by the scene in front of me that I swallowed the words that came to my lips. I saw that in the empty and gray main room, there was actually a A thick black coffin! Very eye-catching!
My first reaction was that my grandpa was back again. I almost subconsciously took a step back, and before I could stand still, I was kicked into the yard by Wu Tinghan.
After she finished kicking me, she passed by me and walked straight into the main room.
I reminded her in a low voice that maybe my grandfather was back again.
But she still turned a deaf ear. Instead, she walked to the coffin, reached out and patted the coffin, from feet to head, three times in total.
To be honest, I was shocked by her action!
That's a serious coffin, but you slapped the coffin in such an unorthodox way. Don't you want to live?
Besides, if the person lying inside was my grandfather, with my grandfather’s temper, if you patted his coffin so casually, would he let you go?
Just when I was sweating for Wu Tinghan, an even more exciting scene appeared!
After Wu Tinghan finished filming, he asked directly to the coffin whether the cake was raw or cooked?
Good guy, do you think this coffin is a steamer from a cake shop? Is the corpse lying inside a cake?
There is definitely something wrong with this Wu Tinghan!
Something was wrong with her from the moment she saw that tablet!
Could it be that he was frightened out of his mind by that tablet, so he behaved in such a weird way?
Just when I was about to step forward and pull Wu Tinghan away from the coffin, I heard tapping sounds coming from inside the coffin, three times before and after, just from head to toe.
After the knocking sound, a dull voice came from inside, saying, dragging the note, half-baked.
Wu Tinghan talked about chopping firewood on the mountain and lighting a fire at the foot of the mountain, trying to find ideas.
As soon as he finished speaking, the heavy coffin lid was pushed open with a bang, and a man sat up straight away, with disheveled hair, sunken eyes, and dark circles that almost took up half of his face! If I hadn't looked carefully, I would have thought he was a ghost!
He first glanced at Wu Tinghan, and then yelled at me, Gou Ridi, your boy Kuoyiha, he actually didn’t die!
Hearing his voice, I dared to confirm that he was Mr. Wang.
Let me tell you, Mr. Wang, I haven’t seen you for a few days, why are you so haggard?
He jumped out of the coffin and said, "How dare you ask me?" I haven't had a peaceful day since you left. If you don't come back, I will go down and stay with your grandfather.
After saying this, he suddenly pointed at Wu Tinghan and said, is she from Zhang Hazi?
I was shocked when I heard this and said, Mr. Wang, are you capable of pinching? Who knows that she is related to Zhang Hazi?
Mr. Wang said, she just said it herself.
I was confused. Wu Tinghan had just spoken, but when did he mention Zhang Hazi?
Later I found out that what I thought was Wu Tinghan's mindless nonsense turned out to be the lingo of people in their circle, commonly known as Luo Kan'er.
Cake refers to the old man. Wu Tinghan added an extra 'zi', which means old thing.
Asking whether the cake is raw or cooked is asking whether the old thing lying inside is dead or alive.
Motiao means sleeping. After dragging the note, I just slept. Half-baked means half-dead and half-alive.
Chopping firewood in the mountains and burning fires in the mountains refers to the ancestral craftsmanship. It originally refers to their circle of craftsmen, but after adding the following sentence "Nianzhao ideas (meaning blind man)", it specifically refers to Zhang Hazi of Zhangjia Village in Yuzhou.
That's why Mr. Wang knew that Wu Tinghan and Zhang Hazi were related, but he didn't know what it was specifically, so he could only ask me.
I told her that something happened to Zhang Hazi and asked her to come over and take a look.
He nodded and asked me in a low voice, what is her name?
I was confused and said, she knows your name, but you don’t know her? Don’t you know each other?
Mr. Wang, I have never seen her before. Do you recognize her?
I told you that she called Wu Tinghan.
When Mr. Wang heard this, his expression was slightly startled, and then he muttered something that was very inconsistent with his identity and personality. He said, Wu Gou leans on the railing, Han Jiang Ting Xue, what a good name!
After finishing speaking, he said to Wu Tinghan with excitement, "Zhiyu Tingxiang", are you from the Xiangchu Wu family with the word "ting"? Is Mr. Wu Bingzhen your son?
Wu Tinghan didn't say anything when she heard this. Instead, she flicked her left wrist, and the red-headed paintbrush fell from the cuff of her sleeve into her hand. Then she twisted a flower on her wrist, and the brush was placed in front of her.
When Mr. Wang saw the red-headed paintbrush, he seemed to have seen a ghost. He subconsciously took two or three steps back. He didn't stop until he bumped into me. Then he rubbed his eyes and stretched his neck to look forward. .
That's not all. After looking at it for seven or eight seconds, he turned his head and asked me in a low voice, little baby, are the drops on the tip of that paintbrush red?
I didn’t know what kind of airplane Mr. Wang was making, so I joked that if I didn’t have color blindness, it would be red.
When he heard what I said, Mr. Wang felt like he had been given a shot of blood. He danced and muttered to himself, saying, red, it’s really red! I never thought that one day I, Wang Minghua, would be able to see the legendary judge pen of the Wu family in Xiangchu!
It turns out that this thing is called the Judge's Pen, and I said that when I first saw it, I always felt it looked familiar.
No, aren’t the Wu family painters? The thing in your hand should be a paintbrush. How could it be a judge pen? Isn’t that thing something held by the judge in hell in myths and legends? Moreover, it is said that one stroke can determine life and death. Even Sun Wukong, who made a big fuss in the Heavenly Palace, was killed by one stroke of this pen. It was so powerful!
Is it possible that the red-headed paintbrush in Wu Tinghan's hand also has such a powerful effect?
Mr. Wang snorted coldly and said, otherwise, do you think painting skin, bones and soul is just empty talk?
I was shocked when I heard this. Is it really possible to make a single stroke that can lead to life or death?
Mr. Wang said, if you can't do it, how can you possibly shout "Judge Pen"?
When I heard this, I was completely stunned. I knew that the brush in Wu Tinghan's hand was very powerful, but I never expected that this brush could be so powerful!
No wonder when I asked Wu Tinghan if she could give me one, she looked at me like she was looking at an idiot - if it were me, when someone reached out and asked me for such a powerful thing, I would He will also treat that person as an idiot.
Mr. Wang ignored my shock, but carefully tried to take two steps forward, and then said to Wu Tinghan with a flattering look, "So, you are the only one in the Wu family who can draw souls." A small middle school, that 'small'?
Wu Tinghan did not respond directly, but simply asked, "Do you have any opinions?"
When Mr. Wang heard this, he waved his hands hurriedly and said, No, no, no! I might have some objections? I don't dare to have any opinions.
Mr. Wang's attitude surprised me. After all, this little old man's attitude in front of me was very tyrannical. If I didn't go as far as he wanted, he would be sarcastic and sarcastic without being polite at all.
But in front of Wu Tinghan, it was like a primary school student meeting his own class teacher. How could he be described as 'well-behaved'?
Wu Tinghan did not treat Mr. Wang more gently because of his good looks. He still said coldly, if something happened on the way here, you should deal with him first.
When she said the last words, she raised her head and tapped my direction with her chin.
Mr. Wang still had a smile on his face and said in an extremely friendly manner, "Senior Wu, what are you talking about? With you here, how can it be my turn to take action?"
Wu Tinghan said, I met a coffin on the way here.
When Mr. Wang heard this, his flattering face suddenly became serious. He asked, what kind of coffin, horizontal or vertical?
Wu listened to Han's talk and laid the coffin horizontally.
Mr. Wang said, that’s good, that’s good, it’s not just an upright coffin.
Wu Tinghan added that there was a paper man standing behind the coffin, holding a tablet in his hand.
I saw that Mr. Wang's face changed instantly after hearing this. He, who was already extremely haggard, lost all color in an instant, and even his lips began to tremble slightly.
With a trembling voice, he said four words: Paper man sent to the soul! ?
Wu Tinghan nodded, said I will help you guard outside, and walked straight out of the courtyard.
Seeing her passing in front of me, I asked, "Do you want me to help you move a chair?"
Like before, she still ignored me. He didn't even look at me, and just walked straight outside.
After she walked out of the courtyard and closed the courtyard door, I asked Mr. Wang, where did I offend this woman? Why did she turn a blind eye to me?
He said it's not that you offended her, but that she can't see you or talk to you now.
I was stunned when I heard this and asked, why?
Everything was fine before. She also analyzed the identity of the lady who owns the noodle shop for me. Why can't she suddenly see or talk to me?
Mr. Wang said, because she buried you with her own hands, how can she talk to you alone?
