No wonder monks from outside are said to be good at reciting sutras.
As soon as the name of the stranger was announced, the man inside who had just lost all hope and ignored the worldly affairs, actually slowly raised his head. It was easier than checking the water meter.
It was obvious that he had the same doubts as the old lady, how could a foreigner come here.
"what you up to?"
Of course, even so, it doesn't mean that he is willing to open the door and welcome guests.
Buttocks still seemed to be glued to the seat. This person spoke for the first time since the beginning, and as expected, he sighed three times, like a completely withered balloon.
"Take what you don't want."
But Fu Qian, who has been engaged in ideological guidance work for many years, has always known how to inspire people with the highest efficiency. He did not knock on the door and answered without any hesitation.
…
Click!
After a long silence, the door really opened from the inside.
Brother Chuitou looked really not very energetic. After opening the door, Cannian's face only flashed for a moment before he turned around and walked back.
"Excuse me."
Fu Qian didn't mind, he closed the door and walked up, sitting across from him across a small round table.
On the round table is an oil lamp with a slightly blackened lampshade. It can be seen that there is not much fuel left inside.
In such a dangerous dark night, this was undoubtedly an unnecessary mistake. Brother Chuotou seemed to have almost no thought for it.
Of course, no matter what, the oil lamp, as the only light source in the room, is still eye-catching enough - although not as good as the things next to it.
It's really a sword.
It's about an arm's length, has a sharp shape, and even has exquisite hand guards.
It's a pity that most parts, especially the sword body, are covered with a layer of dirt that resembles soot mixed with blood.
Even so, occasionally a tiny gap still reflects a stunning brilliance under the light.
And from the perspective in front of me, this brilliance is particularly shining.
The perception just now was indeed correct, and the gift from the gods was nothing more than that.
Also, looking at this painting, could it be dug out of a mine?
The demeanor of this chosen one is simply unstoppable.
It's a pity that the parties concerned don't seem to think so.
The way Brother Chuitou looked at it, it was obvious that he thought it was some kind of trouble, or even a knot in his heart.
"Why did you take it?"
Of course, people's hearts are so wonderful, and just because someone expresses interest outright, it doesn't mean they are willing to give it away.
Because of his burly stature, with his head lowered, he felt like he was looking down from above.
"Didn't I say it because you don't want it?"
Naturally, there was no way he felt any discomfort before responding to this, so he just answered with a smile.
"How do you know I don't want it?"
"So you want it?"
Isn't your demeanor obvious enough? Besides, I clearly expressed my intention just now. Why open the door if you want?
…
"How did you know it was with me?"
Brother Chuitou is obviously too shallow in this regard, and he is speechless even with a little ideological guidance.
After a few seconds of silence, he finally raised a question about the strangest part of the trip.
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But this time, he actually didn't say anything directly, but instead put his hand under the collarbone and groped for a while.
Of course, this refers to the real bottom, which can only be touched with the help of a scalpel.
Under the horrified gaze of Brother Chantou, his index finger and middle finger showed superior precision. A second later, he pulled out a solidified lump from the blood hole and threw it to the side.
Only an empty cup.
This curse is obviously very targeted. Without the support of "oneself" after leaving the body, the extraordinary aura immediately dissipates at an alarming speed.
The blood clot that was still bubbling quickly dissolved into a viscous lump in the cup, like cola that had run out of gas.
Fu Qian actually raised the cup and swung it, then put it together with the sword.
"That...is your blood?"
Brother Chuitou may not have seen Coke, but he obviously learned something from this scene.
For example, the person in front of you is probably not an ordinary character, and how does it know what is on the table?
"Why don't you tell me how you discovered it?"
It's not enough to go too far, the meaning has been conveyed so accurately, Fu Qian didn't think of adding any unnecessary details and directly changed the question.
…
"Actually, I don't know either..."
Staring straight at the dark red pool in the cup until it quickly fell silent, even the drooping brother subconsciously moved farther away from the table.
At the same time, under the strange and unpredictable pressure from the visitor, he finally began to narrate like a murmur to himself.
"After that day, there were suddenly fewer people...everything was in chaos..."
"I went to work and was told to go home and wait... I had no idea what was going on or what to do."
"But just when I was about to leave, I suddenly felt that something underground was waiting for me..."
His eyes fell on the sword.
"I ran back secretly without anyone seeing me, and then I started digging..."
"I don't know how long I have been digging. I don't seem tired. I keep changing new tools...until I dug a piece of coal that was flowing, and it was even bleeding..."
"And that's when someone knocked me aside, rushed in and pulled this out - and it turns out I wasn't the only one feeling the call."
Bleeding coal, no wonder it has such a strange appearance.
"Then what?"
He nodded slightly before paying, imagining that scene, and complimented him casually.
"Then... a group of them started fighting there, desperately trying to grab it. Even if the first person to get it just chopped people to pieces with a slight swing, they still wouldn't be scared back..."
"If it's so powerful, why did it end up in your hands?"
As a person in the extraordinary world, Fu Qian has no doubt that ordinary people can have such destructive power after holding this sword.
"The bottom collapsed..."
Brother Chuitou seemed to be immersed in the tragic memories of the past again, and his voice sounded like he was talking in sleep.
"Maybe the sword also chopped other things into pieces. I'm not sure of the specific reason..."
"Anyway, when I came back to my senses, I groped for it in the dark, and then I crawled out bit by bit. It looked like a long, long time had passed outside..."
"What a story with ups and downs...but you don't seem to have made good use of this gift?"
When the other party finally finished speaking, Fu Qian expressed his deep appreciation.
"I would rather not have this gift!"
However, when asked the question later, Brother Chuotou's reaction was exaggerated and he almost roared.
"I never want to feel that way again...everything here is crazy and they blame it all on that church!"