Wu Tinghan said that he couldn't learn Zhang Hazi's catchphrase, but I know, so Zhang Hazi's original words at that time should be: 'I will have a descendant of your ancestors in the house, ha, tue, tue, which number is this? '
And Luo Xiaoyang's answer was: 'Five years, seventh! '
This was originally a simple conversation, but when it fell on my ears, it was like the explosion of a depth charge. The huge shock wave shook my internal organs out of position.
Not only me, but also the proprietress of the noodle restaurant and Mr. Wang all looked surprised and stared at Wu Tinghan sideways.
The landlady even asked Wu Tinghan directly, "You mean, in the past five years, the two of them have met six other people who are like college students?"
Wu Tinghan said nothing and just nodded, indicating that this was what he meant.
When I heard this, I was completely stunned.
I thought my experience was special enough, but I didn't expect that in the past five years, five people had visited Laosicheng, and their experiences were exactly the same as mine.
But in this case, doesn’t it mean that there is such a huge rural painting in other places? Is there also a painting protector like the landlady?
When I think of this, my scalp feels numb.
You know, this is a game that spans fifty-five years. Don't even think about it. Just setting up one game will definitely consume endless manpower, material resources and effort, let alone setting up six others.
Just like what Mr. Wang said, he might not be able to copy such homework just to create the Zhu Hu Baili Corpse Monument and Yize Corpse Measurement, let alone control the overall situation at a higher level.
As for the Luo court, it's not just this painting, but there are six other places. This kind of generous work really makes people's scalp numb just thinking about it.
No wonder Mr. Wang and the wife of the boss also showed such shocked expressions, because they couldn't accept this reality for a while.
Wu Tinghan shook his head and looked at me angrily, saying that it was not a painting in other places.
I immediately asked, isn’t it a painting?
Mr. Wang spoke first and said that he could think of everything with his butt, and it was definitely not Huasa! If it was also a painting, wouldn't Senior Wu know about it from the beginning? How could he fall into the trap?
It suddenly dawned on me that this was the case. But soon, I stared at Wu Tinghan with wide eyes. I didn’t even need to look at my face in the mirror to know that he looked like he had seen a ghost.
When Wu Tinghan saw me like this, he nodded and said, yes, it's exactly what you thought.
Hearing her words, I completely collapsed on the chair, my eyes were blank again, and there was only one thought in my mind, is this Luo Chaoting a human or a god?
You know, just making seven paintings is already beyond the limits of human beings. At least one of the four outstanding carpenters in the carpenter lineage is in despair. But as long as the first painting goes smoothly, the next six paintings only need to be copied, and the workload will be much smaller.
But judging from the current situation, the first six that Zhang Hazi and the others encountered before had different layouts!
What is this concept? !
This means that every time the Luo court makes a plan, it must be calculated from scratch, and it must be guaranteed not to be repeated!
This kind of heaven-defying method, this unprecedented strength, and the overwhelming workload... No matter which one it is, just throwing it out is enough to crush the most outstanding craftsman in the world. .
No wonder Mr. Wang and the landlady were so stunned. It seemed that they had already figured this out when they heard 'five years, seventh'. Only I would foolishly think that the six people in front are also huge paintings.
I thought seven paintings was the limit, but I didn't expect that I was only on the second floor, Mr. Wang and the landlady were on the fifth floor, and Luo Chaoting had already broken through the atmosphere!
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but smile bitterly. I guess when I asked that question, Mr. Wang and the landlady were secretly laughing at my naivety and stupidity.
But I was used to being looked down upon, so I didn’t care. Instead, I shamelessly asked Wu Tinghan, do you know what the top six are?
Wu Tinghan shook his head and said, I don't know exactly what it is, but I heard that there are people who grew up wearing shrouds and sleeping in coffins, there are people who have lost all their memories before the age of seven, and there are also men who have learned how to do yin from their grandmothers since they were young. Humans deliver babies... In short, none of them are the same.
Just listening to Wu Tinghan say this, I felt a chill rising from the soles of my feet that was difficult to dissipate. How strong of a mind does one have to be able to devise such shocking plans that ordinary people can't even imagine?
After Wu Tinghan said this, the courtyard became silent, probably because everyone was calming down their inner excitement.
I didn’t know how long I had been silent. I was eager to know the ins and outs of these things, so I asked Wu Tinghan, why did he design so many games? It’s not all about stealing God’s luck, right?
But if so, what good would it do to himself? He died five years ago. Even if he had great luck, it had nothing to do with him.
Wu Tinghan shook his head and said that Zhang Hazi and the others thought so at first, but as they met more and more people, they knew that things were far from as simple as they imagined.
I asked hurriedly, why do you say that?
She said it was because they found that these seven people all had one thing in common.
This time it wasn't me. Mr. Wang couldn't help but ask, "What do they have in common?"
Wu Tinghan glanced at me, and then said that these seven people should not belong to this world, because they died one after another more than ten years ago.
Here we go, the main event is here.
Wu Tinghan has said before that, like other villagers, I am not a living person. I have never understood why I am not a living person even though I have flesh and blood and thoughts. Now that I heard Wu Tinghan say this, the corners of my mouth twitched involuntarily.
I saw Mr. Wang turn his head and glance at me, and then I heard him ask Wu Tinghan, what is Senior Luo's eyesight?
Wu Tinghan shook his head and said that no one could guess his thoughts clearly. If he could guess clearly, he would not be Luo Chaoting.
Things seem to have reached an impasse now. I leaned on my chair and stared blankly at the messy yard, suddenly feeling bored.
I have no ambitions in this life. My biggest wish is to spend my old age with my grandfather. However, my grandfather left early without warning. This made me lose my spiritual support and I had no idea what my future goals were.
However, so many things happened in the village at that time, which made me know that I should deal with the problems at hand now, so I went all the way to now.
I thought all my efforts were worth it, but I never expected that in the end, our village would be nothing more than a painting, and I, from the very beginning, should never have existed in this world. I was simply a living creature. joke.
I don’t know if the landlady noticed my depression and negativity. After taking a look at me, she said, I don’t know what my uncle’s intentions are with the six people in front of me, but I know that he wants to do something about the painting in Chenjiacun. What a child.
As soon as these words came out, the three of us, including Wu Tinghan, all turned our attention to the landlady.
But the landlady did not continue. Instead, she looked at Wu Tinghan and asked her, "Do you know that I am the gravedigger?"
Wu Tinghan said, because no other craftsmen can come in except you, the most they can do is to create some craftsmanship in this painting.
The landlady nodded and said, since no other craftsmen can come in, why are you two coming in alone?
Wu Tinghan did not answer, but looked at Mr. Wang and asked him, before you entered the village from the town, you should have eaten noodles at the noodle shop next to the station, right?
Mr. Wang frowned and thought for a moment, then nodded reluctantly. His expression was a little gloomy, and I knew he was blaming himself for not seeing the identity of the landlady.
Wu Tinghan pointed at Mr. Wang and told the landlady that although he was invited by Mr. Chen and I was invited by Chen Siqing, I think it would be impossible for us to enter this place without your permission. Home village.
The landlady nodded and did not deny Wu Tinghan's statement. Instead, she asked her, "Did you guess my identity?"
Wu Tinghan said that you deliberately showed favor to us, which was the reason why I initially doubted your identity. When he and I entered the village, I asked his grandfather if he was familiar with you, and the answer he got was that he would go there if nothing happened. If you eat noodles at your noodle shop, I'm sure you might also be a painter.
When I determined that the entire village was a painting, I knew that in order for the people in the painting to function normally, there must be a painter standing by, the so-called painting protector.
In addition, there is another very important point, that is, the person who can dig graves in Mr. Chen's courtyard and use the method of measuring the corpse with water must be someone outside the painting. After all, performing craftsmanship requires a complete body and soul. Otherwise craftsmanship will not succeed.
And the entire village is a painting, so it is naturally impossible for the people in the village to be alive. Otherwise, over the past fifty-five years, someone will always find themselves living in the painting. Only if they are all the people in the painting can the painting be kept intact for fifty-five years.
Thinking of it this way, I really can't find anyone else besides you. That's why I know that as long as I shout, you will appear in the painting.
After listening to Wu Tinghan's analysis, all my previous confusions about the landlady were answered. I finally understood that Wu Tinghan’s call to the lady boss of the noodle shop was not a deliberate attempt to deceive the lady boss, but that she was really sure that the person digging the grave was her.
I finally understood why Wu Tinghan was so sure that none of us in the village were alive - only the people in the painting would not feel like they were living in the painting. It's like, at this moment, we don't think that the earth we live on may itself be a painting.
Hey, craftsmen, this is the world of craftsmen. Their IQs are so high that they are abnormally high. This is a realm that I cannot possibly touch.
After listening to Wu Tinghan's words, the proprietress thought for a moment, then nodded and said that she was indeed a member of the young lady's family. With such a mind, her future achievements would not be lower than those of the young lady.
At this time, Mr. Wang interrupted and said, the uncle you said is Luo Chaoting, then the lady you said, who is it?
The landlady said, who is Haneng? Of course it is Wu Zhiyong from the Wu family in Hunan and Chu!
"Snapped!"
With a sound, I saw Mr. Wang fall directly from the step edge and fell into the yard, even the dry tobacco in his hand fell to the ground.
His expression was extremely horrified, and it took him a long time to come to his senses. He stared at the landlady and asked her, is he the Wu Zhiying who claims that "all injustices in the world can be judged with one stroke"?
The landlady rolled her eyes at Mr. Wang angrily, and then she said, "Is there a second person named Oh Chi Young in this world?" Besides, besides my uncle Luo Chaoting, who else can be worthy of my lady?
She said this very arrogantly, meaning that after knowing that her uncle was Luo Chaoting, he would definitely be able to guess that her young lady was Wu Zhiying. After all, only Luo Chaoting was worthy of her young lady.
What fascinates me is the sentence "All injustices in the world can be settled with one stroke." How confident do you have to be to dare to say such domineering words?
Mr. Wang was not angry after being criticized by the boss lady, but asked her, didn't you mean that she disappeared not long after she debuted? Will you become a guest of the Loluo court?
The landlady said angrily, my uncle was the number one craftsman in the family at that time, and if my lady doesn’t marry him, who will she marry? Could it be that she will marry a toad like you?
When I saw Mr. Wang being criticized, I couldn't help but sigh, it really is like one thing defeats another.
Wu Tinghan did not let the two of them continue to bicker, but asked the landlady, "I answered your question, now it's your turn to answer mine, right?" Your uncle, Luo Chaoting, why did he want to create such a large painting? What is his purpose?
