The Trick of Longevity, Paper-cutting Becomes a Spirit

Chapter 61 The Wonton Vendor
With a slight smile on his face, Lu Qian looked at the strong man quietly, and did not make any stupid little moves that could tempt him to draw his sword immediately.

Lu Qian was very clear about the other party's purpose, so he would not kill him easily.

This is the opportunity.

Lu Qian waited for the tiger to grow up, and at the same time threw the fire and crow, killing the opponent by surprise.

This brawny man is not only well-cultivated, but also extremely alert. He is an old man at first glance, and ordinary methods can't hide it from his eyes.

Now Lu Qian can only rely on poor information, first catch him off guard, and then throw twenty or thirty tigers out to win by quantity.

Even if he is at the peak of the Hundred Refining Realm, he may not be able to hold back a group of tigers.

It's just that in this way, there will be some big noises in this busy city.

At this moment, a bloody smell suddenly spread to Lu Qian's nose.

The smell of blood is very faint. Lu Qian would never have smelled it in the past.

Now he has quite attained in Lingwuquan, and his physical fitness has also improved significantly, which is quite different from before, and even his sense of smell has become more sensitive.

But the face of the strong man standing in front of him had already changed.

He suddenly turned his head, looked at the tofu shop, and said in his mouth: "Come with me—"

As he spoke, he pulled out his waist knife with a "choke", and rushed towards the tofu shop like a nimble leopard.

It took only two steps to reach the door of the tofu workshop.

With a steel knife in front of him, he cut the door curtain in half as easily as cutting tofu, and the people followed straight into the door.

Two other guards rushed in following his footsteps.

The door curtain that was cut off in the middle hung down again and closed together.

The remaining six guards all drew their knives and surrounded the entire tofu stall.

Under the case in front of Lu Qian, the eye-catching white forehead has grown to the size of a wild dog, and it only takes a blink of an eye to lift the cloth case.

After a moment of hesitation, he stretched out a hand and grabbed the tiger's back.

A small tiger shrank instantly and turned into a paper-cut.

Lu Qian picked up the paper-cut with his left hand, put it in a pocket, and casually squeezed the pile of eye-catching and white-fronted paper-cut in his hand.

After the three guards rushed into the tofu workshop, they were like stones thrown into the water, and there was no movement in an instant.

Only a faint smell of blood remained, continuing to diffuse from the tofu workshop.

The vendors and pedestrians on the street, attracted by the action here, turned their eyes around, looking at Second Sister Wang's tofu stall with a look of surprise.

After a while, the tofu workshop was surprisingly quiet, there was no movement at all.

Only the faint rattling sound of the millstone turning could be faintly heard in the quiet moments around.

Lu Qian squinted at the tofu shop, slightly surprised in his heart.

The six guards outside couldn't bear it any longer.

Two of them stood up and said to the remaining four: "You guard this place, let's go in and have a look."

After finishing speaking, the two entered the tofu shop one after the other.

There are so many people crowded in the small tofu shop, I am afraid it is already full.

However, after the two entered, they still disappeared without any waves.

After a while, there was still no movement in the house.The guards outside looked at each other with surprise on their faces.

"Master?"

"An ancient leader?"

"Brother Qi?"

The guard outside shouted three times.

After waiting for a while, the tofu shop was still quiet.

Perhaps because of seeing these people carrying knives, the people in the market were all watching from afar, and no one dared to approach them, obviously because they were afraid of hurting themselves.

The old man repairing shoes across from the tofu stall also shrank quietly, leaning against the base of the wall, bowing his head in silence.

The remaining four guards outside were already a little bit hard to get off.The four of them finally couldn't bear it anymore and got together to discuss it.

The four discussed it and seemed to have a plan.

However, they had just dispersed, and before they could do anything——

At this time, a person suddenly shouted loudly: "Hey, hey, what's the matter with you, do you understand the rules?"

Lu Qian turned his head and saw not far from him diagonally, the thin young man selling wontons suddenly stood up and walked towards them.

While walking, he pointed to the four guards and said, "Second Sister Wang's tofu stand only allows one person to enter. There are so many of you here, do you want to enter again?"

The four guards saw that it was a skinny monkey-like wonton vendor, so they didn't care immediately, and drove away impatiently: "Go away, mind your own business."

Unexpectedly, the thin young man did not buy it, but continued to walk forward, pointed to the nose of the young man who spoke rudely, and said, "You man, how do you talk?"

The guard frowned, glanced left and right, and seeing no one around, he approached the wonton vendor, put his left hand on his shoulder, and stabbed his stomach with his right hand. Stomach messed up.

"You want to die with all your heart, that's no wonder..."

When the guard pulled out the knife, he was stunned.

There was no blood on his knife, but some green liquid.

And although the peddler who sold wontons had a big gash in his stomach, no blood gushed out, only a small amount of green liquid flowed out.

"What are you doing, how can you move the knife indiscriminately?"

The wonton seller frowned and looked at his stomach with displeasure. Then he reached into his pocket and took out a piece of dough for wonton skin. He grabbed the dough with both hands and pulled it to make it bigger. .

Then, he put the dough on his stomach, just covering the incision.

The green liquid stopped flowing out immediately, and his stomach returned to its original state.

When the four guards saw each other, they all saw a look of horror on each other's faces.

Lu Qian's face also changed slightly.

His eyes quickly looked around.

The old man who repaired the shoes on the opposite side squatted on the ground with his head down, looking like an honest man.

The fat man who was frying in oil was still busy in front of the frying pan, and only occasionally glanced over.

The shopkeeper was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old man, squatting under the eaves, his head tilted at a 45-degree angle, looking at the sky, as if he was calculating his livelihood.

The woman doing the embroidery work is about 20 years old, thin and unattractive. She is busy with her work and doesn't seem to care about the outside world.

……

In the distance, those who went to the market on the street seemed to retreat back with a big change in expression because of the conflict here.

A peddler who sells wontons is also a demon?
He is not the only one who sells stalls on this street, is he?

A ridiculous idea suddenly appeared in Lu Qian's mind.

If they are all monsters, not only do they not eat people, but they also come to set up stalls every episode, rain or shine, what is the map of bitterness?
Play?
Oh, and there's still a cannibal.

Or maybe...

　Thanks for the reward of pharmacology, pathology and biochemistry!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)