The Trick of Longevity, Paper-cutting Becomes a Spirit

Chapter 62

The wonton vendor frowned and looked at the hole in his clothes that had been cut by a knife, and said very dissatisfied:

"Look, my clothes are all torn?"

If he was just an ordinary wonton vendor, this kind of reaction would not be surprising.

A bitter haha, maybe only one or two clothes.It is of course a big deal for him to break one.

In comparison, it seems that the stomach is broken, the intestines are twisted, and it is just mud on the clothes.

It's nothing to worry about.

The four guards looked at each other, and one of them suddenly showed a savage look on his face, and then suddenly swung his knife——

With one blow, the wonton vendor's head was chopped off.

The head fell to the ground, Gululu rolled, rolled to Lu Qian's feet, and stopped.

That face, facing upwards, faces the landing dive.

There was still a frown and resentment on his face.

"You... I have already said, don't use the knife."

In Lu Qian's ear, the voice of the wonton vendor came again.

On the ground, the head of the wonton peddler remained intact, his face as if frozen, motionless.

When Lu Qian looked up, he saw the wonton vendor still standing there.

A gust of air flow spewed out of his disconnected cavity, splashing out some green liquid.

The muffled voice actually came from his mouth.

The four guards looked at the talking headless man in front of them, their faces turned pale with horror, and they took two steps back in unison.

At this time, another gust of air gushed out from the cavity of the wonton vendor, and at the same time his voice came out:
"You tore my clothes, what do you think?"

The guard who stabbed the peddler, swallowed with a pale face, and said dryly:
"How about... I pay you money?"

The wonton vendor gasped and said, "I said it earlier, isn't this the end?"

The guard's eyes widened immediately, his face full of disbelief.

The peddler selling wontons was a little impatient, and stretched out his hand and said, "Take the money."

"How much... how much... how much?"

"How much... how much is a piece of clothing? What's the matter, do you think I'm going to blackmail you? I... Although I'm poor, Xiaoguan is the most reasonable, and I never blackmail anyone."

After this long sentence, green blood spots have surrounded him and sprayed all over the ground around his feet.

Cold sweat broke out on the guard's forehead, he immediately took out all the money on his body, and then looked at his three companions.

The three of them were very loyal at this time, and they also took out all the money on their bodies and handed it to him.

The guard held the money in both hands and stretched it out tremblingly, intending to hand it over to the wonton vendor.

However, the hawker who sold the wontons did not accept it.

Lu Qian looked down and saw the head at his feet suddenly rolled on the spot, turned half a circle, and turned his face to the guard.

He looked at his head with big eyes, and then he spewed out the words: "This... is not bad."

While talking, Xiao Guan, who never blackmails anyone, reached out to take the money and put it in his pocket.

Then, he turned around and walked straight towards Lu Qian.

As he moved forward, the head on the ground turned again, turned its face to Lu Qian, and looked at him with wide eyes.

It seems that this headless man still needs the eyes on his head to see.

The wonton vendor walked up to Lu Qian and stood still, then cupped his fists and bowed to him.

It's okay that he is not polite, this bow, Lu Qian's eyes, just saw the section of his disconnected cavity.

Green blood, red flesh, white spine, and trachea puffing out:
"Master Lu, I'm sorry, can I get my head back?"

Lu Qian looked at his accent carefully for a while, feeling a little surprised:

In terms of structure, it seems to be the same as a human, right?
"Lu...Master Lu?"

Lu Qian withdrew his gaze and said, "Reasonable Xiaoguan?"

Xiao Guan patted his chest and said: "Of course, I, Xiao Guan, are the most reasonable and never blackmail anyone."

Lu Qian nodded, but did not speak.

Xiao Guan was stunned, and said nana authentically: "Lu...Master Lu, you...you don't want to blackmail people, do you?"

After hearing this, Lu Qian smiled and said, "Of course, I never blackmail people."

On the ground, Xiao Guan's head, a face tilted to look at the sky, suddenly showed a simple smile.

"Then...then I'll take it back..."

Lu Qian's originally smiling face suddenly withdrew the smile on his face.

He straightened his face and said displeasedly: "I thought you would be reasonable."

Xiaoguan's face froze for a moment, and he said in his voice, "Why...how?"

Lu Qian blinked, and said seriously: "I will keep your head, don't you need to pay me the storage fee?"

"Guarantee... storage fee?"

On Xiao Guan's face, there was a confused look.

Lu Qian spread his hands and said, "Yes, otherwise your head was taken away by wild dogs, who is to blame?"

"Oh... then... let's see, how much do you want to insure... the storage fee?"

With a sound of "嘡啷", the knife in a guard's hand dropped to the ground.

Lu Qian looked up and saw the four guards standing side by side in a dense row.

The four of them stretched their necks, their eyes widened, their mouths opened wide, and they looked at Lu Qian in shock.

Even, he didn't even know that the halazi was dripping from the corner of his mouth.

The knife was out of his hand, and he didn't notice anything.

Lu Qian ignored them, looked back at Xiaoguan, and asked seriously: "Xiaoguan, let me ask you.

Is your head worth more, or your clothes? "

Xiaoguan said without hesitation: "Of course the clothes are valuable."

"Then... I'll charge you half of the clothes, how about it?"

When Xiaoguan heard it, his face immediately pulled down:

"Go to hell……"

He turned his head and left, leaving no heads on the ground.

Seeing this scene, Lu Qian's expression changed slightly.

He put his hand in his pocket and lifted it up quietly.

However, before he took his hand out of his pocket, Xiao Guan suddenly stopped, and then turned around again.

His head also cooperated and turned around again.

"Master Lu, can we make a deal?"

"You said."

Xiaoguan frowned and thought for a while, then stretched out a finger, gritted his teeth and said, "One...ten percent?"

Lu Qian thought for a while and said, "They're all acquaintances, that's fine."

Xiao Guan's face on the ground immediately burst into laughter.

As if he was afraid that Lu Qian would go back on his word, Xiao Guan immediately took out the money, and then he held the money in his hand, squatted down, and moved it to his head, as if to make his eyes see more clearly.

Then, he counted the money carefully, and finally counted out a handful of copper coins and handed them to Lu Qian.

Lu Qian took the money, looked at it, and nodded.

Xiaoguan immediately bent down and grabbed his head from the ground, pressing his head to his neck with both hands.

His installation technique is very good, there is a thin gap between his head and neck.

Xiaoguan stood upright, not letting his head fall, then reached out and took out a piece of dough, stretched it with both hands, stretched it into a long strip, and stuck it to the thin seam between his head and neck bit by bit.

It took him two sheets of dough to cover the entire circle of the neck.

Then, Xiaoguan shook his head, and he had already recovered.

After moving his head, he looked at Lu Qian with a trace of disgust on his expressionless face.

It was completely different from the previous attitude towards him.

Especially, when his eyes were on the money in Lu Qian's hand.

Xiaoguan glanced at Lu Qian, then turned away without saying a word.

The old man who repaired shoes lowered his head slightly, raised his eyelids, and was peeking at Lu Qian.

When he met Lu Qian's eyes, he immediately shivered and lowered his head again.

The man who was frying oil was still busy, and he glanced at Lu Qian from time to time, and when he met his gaze, he gave him a friendly smile.

The shopkeeper was still looking at the sky, his face gradually became sad, and he looked like he was on the verge of bankruptcy.

Lu Qian looked around, and finally his eyes fell on Xiao Guan who sold wontons.

He returned to his wonton stand, squatted on the ground, put his hands on his knees, tilted his head, and resumed his usual movements.

In Lu Qian's heart, he was a little surprised:

"I was so rude to him just now, and he didn't dare to resist?"

Why are they so polite to him?
Lu Qian recalled it carefully, as if, it wasn't like this before?
However, he didn't pay much attention to these hawkers before, let alone deal with them.

Although it is common to set up stalls, they don't even talk about it.

Xiao Guan, who sells wontons, he has a little impression, he seems to be a short-tempered person.

Then, there was a problem with his attitude towards him just now.

It's not so much a polite thing to say...

No matter how unreasonable people are, they will become polite when facing power.

But what were they afraid of him?

A gust of wind chimes suddenly rang.

　Thanks for the reward of Fengshu!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)