A Sword Through the Nine Heavens Chapter 575: Wooden man

　　 There are four guys in the backyard of Chen Erzhuang. They usually help other people's homes to carry the coffins. Naturally, this kind of hard work can only be done. These four guys are born with sturdy backs and dark muscles, and they look plain and ordinary.

　　 If you have to say something is wrong, I am afraid that the four guys are all doing fine work at the moment. Each of the guys was carving camphor wood with a carving knife, and carve the camphor wood into a wooden figure. The technique was quite skillful.

　　 The sawdust that fell on the ground in the yard, rolled and rolled gently, drifted gently.

　　 It is very strange that these camphor trees were clearly cut down, but after they were in their hands, the trees seemed to have been dried for a long time. The bark was peeled off easily by a planer, without any jerky feeling.

　　 Chen Erzhuang walked straight through the small courtyard and locked himself in the house. He didn't know what he was doing, and the other guys didn't even ask him. He didn't even look up when Chen Erzhuang walked over. Just concentrate on doing your own thing.

　　 One of the guys has already carved a wooden man almost like that. This wooden man is the image of an old woman, very old, with wrinkles on his face piled up, and old spots, and the vicissitudes of the eye corners are perfectly outlined, very It's hard to imagine that a big old man in front of you can do this kind of carving.

　　 The speed of his carving is not hurried, just like everyone embroidering, the carving knife in his hand is very dexterous, the sawdust falls one after another, showing the other parts of the old woman perfectly. After about two hours, the old woman has begun to take shape.

　　The man picked up the paintbrush next to him again. What was so shocking was that the paint on his paintbrush was all red. When the paintbrush stained with red paint fell on the wooden man, it changed to other colors, the color of the wooden man's skin, age spots, eyebrows, lips, and even scars!

　　 One color is transformed into various colors on a person, showing the image of the old woman vividly!

　　 It’s just that the only thing that makes people quite puzzling is that the old woman’s eyes are still the color of wood, and they are not colored, just like the wooden people lying on the edge of the coffin in the shop.

　　 Then the guy walked to the front shop, took out a pair of shrouds, and put them on the old woman. Then moved the old woman into the house Chen Erzhuang had just entered, and then moved on to a camphor wood, peeled and carved...

　　 Kiyu casts an invisible formation for herself, and has been watching the four guys work far above Chen Erzhuang's backyard, but the doubts in her heart are getting deeper and deeper.

　　 He always felt that there seemed to be a very powerful guy in Chen Erzhuang's yard watching him. That feeling was very strong just now, so Kiba didn't approach him directly, but kept waiting for an opportunity.

　　 But throughout the morning, the four guys were only doing sculpting there, and there was no extra expression on their faces.

　　 In the afternoon, a woman came to Chen Erzhuang with a sad face. She was a villager in the next village, named Xinghua. Her mother passed away last night. She came to Chen Erzhuang to take care of her funeral.

　　 There are dozens of small villages, large and small, and seven or eight large villages. The total number of people is tens of thousands of people. Only Chen Erzhuang is the only one doing business with dead people.

　　 Birth, old age, sickness and death are hard to say accurately. Sometimes Chen Erzhuang will not have a business in a month, and sometimes several times a day. Life is impermanent, and Chen Erzhuang knows better than anyone.

　　 Chen Erzhuang expressionlessly helped Xinghua choose the utensils to be used for the funeral, from incense candles to coffins to shrouds, paper money, and burial dead. There are many customs in rural funerals, including when to light which candles, how many incense sticks, when to call the soul, and when to chase the soul, Chen Erzhuang knows all about them.

　　The advantage of doing a fun business is that the family of the deceased will not bargain with you for prices such as coffins and shrouds, as much as it should be.

　　According to the birth date, the funeral is scheduled for the next day.

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　　 Kiyu has been paying attention to Chen Erzhuang's movements, and he has also seen those strange and realistic wooden people. The wooden people carved from camphor wood are still plants in the final analysis and can be controlled by Yu Yu.

　　 As long as Kiba is willing, he can even make these wooden people move their bones and stand up and walk around twice. Xiaoshuai is more playful. He has been urging Mu Yu to let Mu Yu dance a dance or something, but considering the person in the dark, Mu Yu naturally refused directly.

　　 The red paint coloring the wooden man exudes a rotten, musty smell. I don't know what it is made of. The smell is very strong.

　　 This kind of paint can automatically change into the color of a person after encountering a wooden person. Such a mysterious scene is definitely not something mortal can do.

　　 Mu Yu just went back and asked Old Xu Tau. In the past, people in the village only knew that Chen Erzhuang was a good hand at paper-making people, and they didn’t know that he would carve wooden people, let alone his four big bosses. Buddy.

　　His four men are from the nearby villages. They are all men who do rough work, and they have never heard of carving such fine work.

　　 It looks like Chen Erzhuang and his four buddies have suddenly become master sculptors in a short period of time, and Old Xu Tou also tells Mu Yu with certainty that he has never heard of anyone paying the funeral before. Made of wood.

　　 Kiyu became more and more curious about Chen Erzhuang’s abnormal behavior, but Chen Erzhuang stayed in his room and couldn’t come out. Only the buddy was sent into Chen Erzhuang’s room after carving a wooden figure. The doors of Chen Erzhuang's rooms are closed at the time.

　　 just kept watching for a whole day, but Kiba still found nothing. Early next morning

, Chen Erzhuang and his four buddies have carried an empty coffin to Xinghua's house, and the sacrifice candles are all placed in the empty coffin.

　　 After they left, the dangerous aura in Chen Erzhuang's courtyard gradually disappeared, which made Mu Yu feel very strange, as if this strange aura had followed Chen Erzhuang's body and left. But Mu Yu had contact with Chen Erzhuang that day, and he did not find anything unusual in him.

　　 Kiba sneaked into the backyard, where there are still wooden people who have not finished carving. The trunks of camphor trees are piled up in the corner of the yard, and there is a large dyeing vat next to it, which is full of red coloring paint, and a pungent smell of rot comes out.

　　 "What are these things made of? Who throws up the overnight meal?" Xiaoshuai asked in disgust, pinching his nose.

　　 Kiba couldn't bear this strange smell either. He took a long spoon next to it, scooped a spoon, and looked in front of him. This look is very strange. If there are outsiders, Kiba's actions will feel like he wants to taste this disgusting thing.

　　"Little mouse, you can try a bite. Anyway, you can eat everything." Long Teng suggested.

　　 "Big worm, you have a strong taste, you can taste it." When Xiao Shuai said this, he didn't open his mouth at all, but focused his voice in everyone's mind.

　　 Kiba shook for a while, wrapping the red paint with spiritual power. In the past, when he followed the dead wood to learn the "Poison Classics", the ability of Wen Dan to know Fang was very powerful, and he defeated many young talented alchemists of the Dan Ding School.

　　 Each substance has different fluctuations in spiritual power. Based on this difference, the type and dosage of each herb can be determined.

　　 But when Kiba wrapped his spiritual power around the red paint, he was surprised to find that the red paint was not composed of anything complicated at all, there was only something unknown. Kiba has never encountered this kind of thing before, and the spiritual fluctuations it produces are very strange to Kiba.

　　 "Strange, what the **** is this?"

　　Kiha is well acquainted with the spiritual power fluctuations produced by various monster blood, heart powder, plant roots and pollen, but can't judge what this disgusting thing is made of.

　　 "No matter what, can we not hold the spoon so close?" Xiaoshuai has been digging into Kiba's clothes, trying to stay away from this nauseating thing.

　　 The smell filled the entire yard, but the four guys didn't even frown when carving, and their concentration was also great.

　　 Kiha put the spoon back, walked through the yard full of sawdust, and walked towards Chen Erzhuang's room.

　　 Chen Erzhuang stayed here during the day, and the guy moved them to this room after he carved the statues. Judging from the number of sawdust and camphor trees in the yard, Kiba, they carved at least a dozen. Blockhead.

　　 "A dozen wooden people are placed in this room, and it's not too crowded." Kiba opened the door and walked into the room. Seeing the scene of the room, he was slightly startled!

　　 There is only one bed in the room, nothing else!

　　"Huh?" Xiaoshuai also pointed out his head, he sniffed lightly, wagging his tail, and said, "Kiba, I seem to smell like mass graves."

　　 Kiba also found something strange. The room seemed to be filled with the special Yin Qi of Mass Burial Valley, but this Yin Qi seemed to be non-existent, and could not tell where the source was. The strangest thing is that this yin air seems to be able to disturb his perception, and he can't perceive the whereabouts of wooden people through the ability to control wood.

　　 Where have all those wooden people go?

　　 He remembered that the four guys were clearly carving the wooden figures, and after coloring them, they moved them into this room. However, the whole room was empty, without any wooden people, except for a bed and quilt, there was no basic furniture for tables and chairs.

　　 Kiba scanned the surroundings, but still didn't find any trace of the wooden man. He looked at the bed that could accommodate two people. The bed was also made of camphor wood. The edge of the bed was very low, and the sheets fell to the ground, covering the bottom of the bed.

　　 maybe because of the door opening, a stray wind blew the sheets, it looked like someone was pulling the sheets under the bed.

　　 "Aren't those wooden people hiding under the bed?" Xiaoshuai muttered.

　　 Kiba is not sure, but it is too unreasonable to hide a dozen wooden people under this bed. At most two or three people can’t fit. After all, those wooden people are about the same size as real people.

　　He slowly walked into the bed, squatted down, slowly opened the sheets, and looked towards the bed——

　　 There is only a toolbox without a lid under the bed, and two pairs of cloth shoes~IndoMTL.com~ There is nothing else.

　　 The wooden man is not under the bed, it seems to have disappeared out of thin air.

　　 Kiba pulled out the toolbox. The toolbox contained only ordinary planing knives and engraving knives, which looked brand new, as if they were newly bought.

　　 "Kiba, don't you feel the existence of the pattern?" Ryuto asked.

　　 Kiyu shook his head. If there is a formation here, it is impossible to hide him, the master of the formation gate.

　　 The mysterious guy set up a heart-breaking formation in all the villagers. This heart-breaking formation is not worth mentioning in front of Kiba. Kiba can also believe that the opponent's formation is actually not high, so it is better than the formation. Zong's Zhongtian disciple should be stronger.

　　Chen Erzhuang is a mortal, where did he move those wooden people?

　　 "Are there any hidden tunnels? Those wooden people may have hidden elsewhere." Xiaoshuai said.

　　 Kiba looked around, this kind of house is independent, there can be no hidden compartments, even if there is, it is impossible to hide so many wooden people underground. He radiated his spiritual power underground, and found that the ground was just hard ground.

　　 "Crack—Crack—"

　　 A gust of wind blows from outside the house, but there is a creepy creak inside the house, and the sound is from--

　　 Kiba suddenly raised his head and looked towards the ceiling. It didn’t matter if he looked at it, he was shocked because of his superb cultivation!