Paper horse incense shop

Two months have passed and everything is as usual for the Tzu Ching girl. Even her stern eyes are the same as before.

Do I hate Tzu Ching girls?

Hate, I dreamed of killing Bai Beiwang and her who protected Bai Beiwang.

But is there anything I can do now?

I do not have.

Chen Qingyi sat firmly in his empty seat, and almost all the eyes in the room glanced at me. Some were surprised, some were probing, some were shocked, and some were unkind.

I took a deep breath, ignored the Tzu Ching girl's eyes that looked like she was being cut into flesh, took out the piece of human skin paper from my backpack, held it in both hands, stepped forward steadily, and walked to the main seat where the person with an extraordinary bearing was obviously a recluse. In front of the old man in Tang suit who can’t get out of the Four Taibos:

"Fourth Uncle, this is human skin paper."

It took a lot of effort for me to force this fourth uncle sound out of my throat.

Of course I don't have to shout, but everyone is here, and almost everyone thinks that I am a disciple of the Tzu Ching Girl. Now I have to bite the bullet and integrate into the Changzhou Thirteen Taibao, which can be regarded as forcibly bringing me closer and increasing my wealth.

I know that the Tzu Ching girl is looking at me, and I am very familiar with that look, which is like a thorn in the back. But now this is almost the only way. I can only bet that the Tzu Ching girl has a weird temper and will not fall out on the spot.

After all, if I fall out on the spot and all the Taibao are here, then I will not be able to leave this ancestral hall no matter what.

I tried to calm my heartbeat as much as possible, and my palms holding the human skin were a little sweaty.

The old man in Tang suit was drinking tea. He raised his eyes to look at me, then nodded and said in a loud voice that was extremely inconsistent with his old face:

".This time in front of everyone, it can be regarded as acknowledging the ancestors and returning to the clan."

"Let me show this thing to everyone first to open their eyes, and then give the human skin paper to Professor Huang."

This means that he will show it to the Taibao first, and then hand it over to the scholar next to him who is obviously dressed as a professor.

The scholar named Professor Huang was looking forward to it, waiting to get started. After hearing what the Fourth Taibao said, he stopped being anxious and started tasting tea happily.

A sudden thought occurred in my heart, and I immediately felt that something was wrong. I took out the human skin paper and stepped forward just to avoid confronting the Tzu Ching girl, or to stand behind the Eleven Taibao like Ah Chi and Ah Shi. Behind the Tzu Ching girl.

Now if I want to hold something in front of the Taibao, don’t I still have to confront the Tzu Ching girls? !

My heart felt cold, and despite being looked at by several probing eyes, I didn't dare to delay. I once again walked up to Chen Qingyi holding the human skin paper in my hand.

I paused for a moment, showed the human skin paper in my hand, and then started to walk away.

Unexpectedly, Chen Qingyi, who is worthy of being a libertine in his old age and still making headlines, did not play his cards according to common sense. He did not read the human skin paper very much, but he said a lot of lessons:

"This is the entrance to the Jieyi Hall, don't open it easily! In the Jieyi Hall entrance, you only call me Fourth Uncle and no one else?"

"Do you look down on your remaining uncles?"

"Uncle Six."

Chen Qingyi nodded with satisfaction:

"Junior, you need to know etiquette. I, the sixth uncle, will teach you how to behave. Don't imitate your master, who keeps a cold face every day and never says a few words that are acceptable to you."

I lowered my head and acted like I was obediently listening to the instructions. I waited for Chen Qingyi to wave his hand, and then I came to the Eight-Nine Taibao again holding the human skin paper:

"Eighth uncle, ninth uncle"

The Eight-Nine Taibao accepted my title to them, but they seemed not to care much about the human skin paper that was most likely a treasure map. The two of them almost said in unison:

"If you don't want to read it, pass it on to your Uncle Eleven."

The tacit understanding between the two was obviously very high. I paused for a few seconds and turned to the people in the funeral home. The three of them, Eleven Taibao and Ah Shi, were still the same as before. Ah Shi looked at me with a rather strange look, as if there was something mixed in it. .

I had no intention of analyzing, so I exhaled a breath and shouted with a bit of sincerity:

"Uncle Eleven." Taibao Eleven didn't hesitate and stretched out his hand to touch the human skin. Only then did I see clearly the abnormality in Taibao Eleven's hand.

The skin on the face of an old man who is several decades old has become loose, but the skin on his hands is very delicate.

Not to mention the traces of time, there are not even slightly larger pores. It is obviously a result of hard work and maintenance.

No need to ask too much, it must be related to the skill of their embalmers in manipulating thin threads and cutting corpses.

I stood still, and the Eleven Taibao touched the paper in his hand, confirmed everyone's guesses again, and said:

"It's human skin, that's right."

Although I had known it was human skin, the answer from the mouth of the undertaker was still different. Everyone in the hall had different expressions at the moment.

Taking advantage of this gap, I took a deep breath, not knowing how to face the next difficulty.

I stood in front of the 11th Taibao, trying hard to mentally build up, but for a while I couldn't move to the next position.

I only dared to tilt my head slightly and look down at the little feet wearing embroidered shoes.

The left and right shoes are still worn backwards on the little feet, with the toes touching the ground and the soles of the back feet about five or six centimeters above the ground.

The silence lasted so long that eyes from behind fell on me.

I retracted my stiffened arms and took a step towards the Tzu Ching Women. I didn’t dare to raise my head for a moment, and shouted as thin as a mosquito:

"Master."

I lowered my head and stared at the embroidered shoes, or rather those legs.

I was particularly impressed by the Tzu Ching girl's legs that could kick me several meters away. I almost trembled all over. I had to use all my endurance to control my toes not to point at the door.

I focused all my attention on her feet, waiting for her to move her feet and instantly throw the human skin paper in her hand to save her own life.

Only this time, the Tzu Ching girl’s feet didn’t move at all.

A bad premonition flashed through my mind, and I subconsciously raised my head to look at the Tzu Ching girl.

Contrary to what I thought, a direct confrontation, the Tzu Ching girl not only didn’t move her feet, she didn’t even twitch her eyebrows, as if she didn’t hear my call at all.

Apart from the sarcasm in her eyes and a hint of mockery on her lips, there was no other expression on the wrinkled face of the Tzu Ching girl.

Yes, how could I forget.

Tzu Ching girls love forcing others.

The Tzu Ching female guest never cares about other people's moods or whether they are willing to compromise. As long as it is what she wants, she must get it.

I am like this now, just like when she used to rob civilian men, the more unwilling others were, the more she wanted to tame them.

In other words, how could Tzu Ching girls not give me face?

She always wanted to see me being so low-key and cautious!

I opened my mouth and let the air flow through my chest. I held my breath and said word by word:

"Master, please look at the human skin paper."

Finally, the Tzu Ching girl raised her head, as if she finally saw me:

"Didn't you hear what others just said to you?"

"To Professor Huang!" (End of Chapter)