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Chapter 265 If you dare to speak, I will dare to sell it?(1/3)

Emma, ​​this taste.

It was suddenly overwhelmed.

I almost vomited all the overnight dinner.

It seems that the smell comes from the abstract candle just now.

I picked up one and sniffed it.

Emma, ​​I'll go...

This smell is simply overwhelming.

What kind of thing is this? It's a bit too smelly.

The surface is still greasy.

It's like applying lard.

Especially the color of the candle and the wick inside, it is really strange.

I've never seen such a strange thing.

And, look closely.

There is actually a piece of dead skin inside this candle...

Damn it.

Suddenly, my soul flew out of the sky.

With a sound, he threw out the incense and candle.

Dead skin.

Too terrible.

Seeing this, the boss became nervous instantly.

A salted fish turned over, jumped up from the rattan chair, and rushed towards this side like lightning.

Want to catch the candle.

But even so, I still missed the candle.

The moment the candle fell, it fell into two halves.

Suddenly, there was a panic of capitalization on my face.

Dead skin.

I was so scared that I shivered all over.

The boss carefully picked up the candle on the ground, his face full of heartache, and then he felt endless anger.

He couldn't help but roared: "Grandma, do you know how much effort I spent to make these candles? Ah? You actually broke it?"

Damn,

What?

Did he make this candle himself?

That dead skin...

Could it be that he killed someone or used dead skin as candles?

I never dare to think about it anymore.

He hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry, sorry, I, I saw the dead skin, I... I was frightened."

The boss actually made candles with dead skin, which made me feel uneasy for a moment.

More importantly, I discovered it.

It's over, it's over, I guess I'm in danger today.

He wouldn't have to kill someone to silence him...

Hearing this, the boss's face became even more angry. He held the candle and felt heartbroken.

He couldn't help but swear, and said, "Where is there any dead skin? Your sister, this is wax, it's wax. Have you ever seen white wax? I, Sun, you uncle."

The boss was very angry and his words turned dirty.

Very excited.

As he said that, he held the candle in front of me.

At this time, I opened my dog's eyes wide and saw it clearly.

Forehead……

Convex...

It turned out to be a wax-carved work of art.

Oops, I'll go...

It's really scary.

This kind of thing, coupled with the color of the candle, looks like a dead person when he suddenly looks.

Also, this candle is also very strange.

Generally, candles use lamp wires.

The wick of this candle is made of fine wood.

How to burn this?

The boss was holding the candle that was broken into two pieces, so he felt so distressed.

His face was covered with injuries.

I suddenly understood why when I asked about the price just now, he said he would not sell it anymore.

Don’t say anything, let’s not care about the value of the candle itself, it’s just the kind of carving. With the degree of fakeness and realness, this thing is valuable.

It cannot be said to be a candle, it should be called a work of art.

In the eyes of craftsmen, artworks are really big treasures, just like their own children.

this……

I can't blame it all.

It's just that he made it too realistic.

I thought it was dead.

I was scared.

No matter what, I ruined his stuff in the end and immediately apologized again: "Boss, I didn't mean it. I thought it was a dead man. I scared me to death. Your skills are so awesome. Let's do this, how much does this thing cost? You just pay for it, I will pay you a price, after all, I broke it."

The boss was in a bad mood, and he seemed to be planning ten thousand heads on his chest, and he was angrily saying, "I'll compensate you brother-in-law..."

Ahem, this boss is really unique and starts to scold him if he disagrees.

But I muttered in my heart, Damn, I just broke a candle, as for it?

At worst, just do it and do it.

However, after all, it is my responsibility.

Broken someone else's stuff.

He smiled awkwardly and said, "Boss, if it breaks, it's just a matter of breaking. At worst, just make another one."

The boss rolled his eyes ruthlessly and snorted coldly: "You are he? Do you think this is a cabbage all over the streets, do you want to make it? Labor and capital fuck, is this his name called a human fire lamp? Oh, forget it, let's talk to you, it's also about playing the piano."

Forehead……

People... people are lights?

You can't say it, I've seen this thing in the blind man's letter.

It is said that everyone has three groups of human fire, one ball on the top of their heads and one ball on their left and right shoulders.

This is what human fire is for.

And this person's fire lamp is amazing, and it is said that it can still be lit in the underworld.

You must know that ordinary things cannot be ignited in the underworld.

And this person can just light up.

No wonder the boss was so excited just now. It turned out to be such a great treasure that was against the will of heaven.

It simply blinded my titanium alloy dog ​​eyes.

However, looking at this thing, I always feel that he is bragging about his decorative techniques.

He couldn't help but tease and said, "Qi, just brag about you, you can be a human fire lamp? This is a peerless big baby."
To be continued...
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