"What does this feel like?" The old man's wrinkled face was squeezed into a ball, and his originally small eyes disappeared into the vertical and horizontal wrinkles.
Zheng Qing was shocked to find that his whole body was restrained by an inexplicable force and he could not move.
I can’t move my fingertips.
The eyelids cannot blink.
Even the breath froze.
Except for the pocket watch ticking on his chest, only his thoughts seemed to be flowing slowly.
“Thick, turbulent, crazy, explosive, powerful power.” The old man suddenly opened his dark eyes without a trace of white, and murmured in a whisper, “Like tens of millions of people. Screaming together, like tens of millions of hearts trembling in unison. I almost don’t know what material to use to carry it.”
He raised a small mallet at hand and knocked on the table. A bronze bell.
"咣"
The bell sounded melodiously, vibrating and echoing in this closed room.
Elves the size of a palm, emitting green light, flew out from the depths of the house following the sound of the bell.
They lined up neatly and piled rolls of thick, tanned leather rolls on the table.
After putting down its skin, a naughty elf flapped its wings and slipped in front of Zheng Qing, looking at the stranger curiously.
She was wearing a fine yarn skirt, with shining silver pieces hanging on her arms. Her big black eyes flickered, and the filamentous antennae on her head also trembled.
"Xi Xi" the elf made a pleasant and cheerful voice, and stretched out his hand to pull the hair on Zheng Qing's face.
My little hands are cold and it hurts to pinch them.
Zheng Qing felt that his head seemed to be moving, and he tried to blink his eyes.
As if frightened, the elf suddenly bounced away, turned into a stream of light, and disappeared into the darkness deep in the store.
Zheng Qing found that he still couldn't speak.
He winked and wrinkled his nose laboriously, expressing his dissatisfaction to the old man behind the table.
The old man closed his eyes and slowly brushed the skins with his thin hands, quietly feeling the materials at hand.
"Dong, dong, dong, dong," like a woodpecker pecking at wood, his skinny index finger tapped the scroll steadily, one after another, steadily and tirelessly.
"The dragon's first layer of skin is too hard, and the second layer of skin is too soft."
"The seven-color deer skin is too thin and cannot carry such a heavy soul."
"Pigskin is a good choice, but if combined with this soul, the inertness will be too strong, which will affect the casting of spells."
"The mulberry paper is too brittle, not good, not good."
p>"The attribute tendencies of bamboo slips and fish skin are too strong, it is such a waste of this soul."
The old man was mumbling, muttering in his mouth, and suddenly all the skins on the table were Pushed to the ground. His body seemed to have no gravity, floating straight into the air.
Zheng Qing was horrified to discover that hisThe body also floated into the air involuntarily.
"The power of the thick earth, the power of the raging Milky Way, the power of the crazy hurricane, the power of the exploding wildfire, all four phenomena are present, what kind of existence is this?" The old man pressed his nose against Zheng Qing's. Body, sniffing here and there carefully, the muttering in the mouth never stopped
"Everything has an spirit, and there is a unique demon spirit in every wizard book. Casting spells is Through the connection between the soul of the monster and the heaven and earth, the power of the wizard is magnified exponentially. Even the soul of the big monster is not so violent. Is it possible that it is a fierce spirit?"
"Oh, I understand. , Got it. The cooked leather has already been finalized, why not try the raw leather? Why am I always obsessed with these places?" The old man retreated backwards and disappeared into the darkness in the blink of an eye, leaving only the front half of the table in the empty room. Zheng Qing panicked in the air.
The green elves flew back again.
They collected the leathers scattered under the table and retreated one after another.
There were only a few little guys who were squealing and flapping their wings happily, approaching Zheng Qing.
One by one, they held up shiny objects the size of rice grains and threw them into Zheng Qing’s jacket pocket. Then it landed on his head and pulled out one of his hairs.
Zheng Qing blinked angrily, but this time not a single elf escaped.
They sang songs, and each of them flew back to the depths of the house with a hair.
Zheng Qing missed that scary old man a little.
After a long time, the old man came back.
A broken piece of gray-white leather floated beside him.
If the leather sent by the elves looks like it has been tanned and cleaned, it looks neat and clean. Then this gray-white skin seemed to have just been peeled off from a monster beast, with fresh blood and residual flesh still hanging on it.
Zheng Qing looked horrified.
The old man snapped his fingers, and Zheng Qing was horrified to find a heart-pounding pain in his right hand, and then he stretched his right hand out in front of him uncontrollably. The five fingertips oozed bright red.
"Press here," the old man said coldly, with no fluctuation in his voice.
Zheng Qing suddenly found that he could move his upper body.
He gritted his teeth and pressed his bleeding right hand on the leather.
The gray-white leather still felt warm to the touch, and for some reason, a shadow that hissed in pain appeared in Zheng Qing's mind.
The blood on the fingertips and the flesh and blood on the gray leather stuck together and blended together immediately.
The gray-white leather seemed to come to life, squeaking and sucking the blood from Zheng Qing's fingertips, swallowing up all the blood-streaked minced meat remaining on the fur.
The old man stretched out his hand, hesitated for a moment, then retracted it, and took out a black Dharma book.
He bent his index finger and tapped the cover of the Dharma book.
Dharma bookTurning to the middle part with a splash, dots of gray light floated from the pages, and smooth gray runes slid out.
The star points and runes formed a ferocious gray claw in mid-air, aiming at Zheng Qing's chest and slowly opened and closed it again.
A bit of black, like a light like ink droplets, floated out from Zheng Qing's chest. In Zheng Qing's horrified sight, with the movement of the gray claws, the color of the piece in his hand began to turn white. on the leather.
Black ink dripped on the leather, and Zheng Qing felt an uncontrollable sharp pain in his fingertips. He could even feel that the gradually changing color of the leather in his hand was greedily sucking his own blood.
Gradually, he felt dizzy, as if he could see the white skin in front of him burning.
The old man frowned and saw that the flames on the leather were getting darker and darker. He finally couldn't help it and poked Zheng Qing's chest with his skinny fingers.
"Dong, dong, dong, dong" was like someone beating a drum in his ears, Zheng Qing was shaken to wake up.
He felt his heart beating wildly in his chest.
A stream of fresh blood rushed to Zheng Qing's right arm desperately, and then flowed into the burning leather along the five fingertips.
The flames above took on bright colors again.
It wasn't until Zheng Qing's face turned pale again and his heart beat became more and more irregular and weak that Pizi gradually stopped sucking blood.
The flames dancing on the leather gradually extinguished.