What's the use of making my fingers bleed? It can't stop the palm print from continuing to close.
I didn't understand what Zhang Hazi meant at first, I just thought the bamboo stick seemed a bit useless, but when I said that sentence, I suddenly understood.
So I looked at Zhang Hazi with great excitement and said, what do you mean, this bamboo stick can make my fingers bleed. When I hold the palm print, when it encounters the bamboo stick, my fingertips will be pricked, and then it will hurt. You won't continue to hold it in, right? In this way, the hanging seal and hanging monument have been cracked!
Zhang Hazi deserves to be called Zhang Hazi. Such a complicated craftsmanship was cracked so easily when it came to him. Moreover, he did it without any craftsmanship and only relied on his own experience and wisdom. The method of cracking it is truly unrivaled!
Now, not only was my palm saved, but my life was also saved, and I could save it without eating my own palm. Zhang Hazi’s methods are simply divine!
However, just when I was extremely excited, Zhang Hazi looked at me like an idiot. Not only did he not have any intention of buying into my compliments, but he also showed a hint of disgust.
Seeing him like this, I quickly calmed down and asked him, what's wrong? Is there something wrong?
I managed to save my little life, but I haven't even had time to be happy about it. Is this dream about to be shattered?
He stretched out his hand and pointed at the bamboo stick there and said, "Take a look at it. Is the position of that bamboo stick the same as when you poke it with your finger?"
I looked along his finger and found that the position of the bamboo stick was indeed facing my finger. But if it’s true, why does Zhang Hazi ask more questions?
So I leaned over and squatted directly in front of the tombstone, and suddenly discovered that due to the angle, when viewed from the right front of the tombstone, the bamboo stick was indeed pointing at the pulp of my finger, but if viewed from the front, this bamboo stick was indeed pointing at the pulp of my finger. The bamboo stick is right between my two fingers!
After discovering this detail, I hurriedly asked Zhang Hazi, "Did you place it wrong? This position can't poke my finger at all. Will the palm print continue to be closed by then?"
Zhang Hazi said, you Ha Tudu, who said that I put this bamboo stick just to poke your fingers?
Let me tell you, without poking my finger, how can I make that palm print stop making a fist?
Zhang Hazi snorted coldly and said, does it mean that if you prick your finger, the palm print will stop aging?
Let me tell you, aren't you talking nonsense? I will give you a bamboo stick now, put it in the palm of your hand, and ask you to make a fist. When the bamboo stick pricks the pulp of your finger, will you continue to make a fist?
Zhang Hazi shook his head and said, of course not. Even if I see a bamboo stick put in my hand, I will not even think about clenching it.
Let me tell you, isn’t that okay? If you don't dare to hold it, then I won't even dare to hold it.
But Zhang Hazi looked straight at me and said, "Do you make a fist or not? Does it matter whether this palm print will continue to make a fist?"
I said, that's my palm print, I don't dare to hold it, so naturally it doesn't dare to hold it either.
Zhang Hazi sneered with disdain, and then said to me, Ha Tu Tui, make no mistake, whether you can make a fist or not with this palm print is not under your control. Even if it pierces your finger, it should continue to make a fist, and it will continue to make a fist!
'boom! '
My mind felt like it suddenly exploded. I felt groggy and dizzy, and it was as if I had lost the ability to think for a moment.
I originally thought that my idea was extremely correct, but when I arrived at Zhang Hazi's place, it turned out to be completely wrong. This huge gap is indeed extremely uncomfortable.
So after a while, I came back to my senses, looked at Zhang Hazi with admiration, and said, you are still thinking carefully, which I am not as good as.
After I finished speaking, I said again, so, this bamboo stick is actually poking the hands that are holding my palms?
Zhang Hazi nodded and said, when those hands hold your hands to a certain extent, the bamboo stick will pass through your fingers and directly poke those hands. At that time, if it continues to hold your hands, either Fingers or palms will be punctured.
I'll continue, so, by that time, it won't dare to hold it anymore, so the hanging seal and hanging monument will naturally be broken?
I was about to be happy, and then I suddenly realized a problem, that is, Zhang Hazi has no craftsmanship. The things he just arranged are just similar in appearance, without the blessing of craftsmanship at all. The bamboo stick is also ordinary. Can bamboo sticks really hurt the enemy?
Zhang Hazi said, who said it was an ordinary bamboo stick? It's stained with your blood and my child's urine. Do you think it has the effect of hurting the enemy?
It suddenly dawned on me, and I thought to myself, my blood was secondary, and Zhang Hazi’s urine tube should be used mainly.
But then I thought about it, that’s not right. You, Zhang Hazi, were so romantic back then, how could you still be a boy? Is it possible that those romantic affairs you mentioned before were all made up by yourself?
He raised his head when he heard this. There was no trace of embarrassment on his face, but a look of pride on his face. He said, you know what, my virginity is intact today.
Isn’t this nonsense? Isn’t this the same thing as what I asked?
But soon, I realized that this really didn’t mean anything.
He said that his 'boyish body today has not been broken yet', but he was only referring to 'today', so it is not clear whether his former boyish body was broken.
This is like a scumbag swearing to a woman, 'I still had my first kiss today.' The woman thought he still had his first kiss, but in fact, the scumbag just said that he still had his first kiss today.
Pooh! Scumbag!
After figuring this out, I looked at the hand print on the tombstone and it seemed that my grip was tighter than before, and the feeling of being squeezed on my neck became heavier and heavier. I suddenly thought of a question and hurriedly asked Zhang Hazi, if that guy also pointed his finger at the bamboo stick, wouldn't the bamboo stick be unable to stop it?
Zhang Hazi didn't look panicked at all, but nodded and said, "You are so stupid, how old is your brain?" Can you even think of this?
I smiled awkwardly and then asked him, what should I do now?
Zhang Hazi didn't say anything, but took out a handful of bamboo sticks from his pocket, and then smiled at me with a malicious look on his face.
Seeing his expression, I knew something was wrong, so I asked him, what do you mean?
He said, what does Haneng mean? I pee, you bleed, division of labor and cooperation, fun!
Damn it, why didn’t you say that matching urine and blood would make working less tiring? Besides, my virginity hasn’t been broken today, and it’s the same when I pee!
Before I could complain, I felt a stab of pain on the back of my hand, and a wail of pain suddenly came from the cemetery.
I was about to curse, but Zhang Hazi was already moving his arms like flying, and in a few strokes, he inserted bamboo sticks into the palm of his handprint.
In this way, due to the passage of time, no matter how the guy adjusts his palm, it is impossible to avoid the tips of so many bamboo sticks at the same time. If he wants to continue to make a fist, his palm will inevitably be punctured by the bamboo sticks.
When Zhang Hazi stopped moving, I don't know if it was an illusion, but I saw a line of white smoke coming out of the handprint, and then dissipated between the sky and the earth.
At the same time, a heartbreaking scream came from the direction of the village...
