Chapter 1087 The Peddler (III) (22)
The salesman stood up with a pole.
‘He’ took off the blue and gray cloth covering the baskets on both sides and asked Fatty Ding to select the goods he wanted from the baskets.
Fatty Ding looked at the salesman's pale face, and the anger in his heart suddenly disappeared. He became somewhat interested in the goods sold by the salesman, and then lowered his head to look at the contents of the two baskets——
In the basket on the left, there are some wood carvings, clay tires and other objects.
In the basket on the right are stacks of charms, sacred paintings, and paper money.
Fatty Ding's eyes fell on the basket on the left, and his attention was quickly attracted by the wooden Buddha in the center of the basket.
He himself has a wooden Buddha in his collection. He used this wooden Buddha to avoid evil spirits. He has been in the carriage and horse business for several years, and it has been smooth sailing without any major disasters.
But when he fell asleep just now, the wooden Buddha rolled to the ground and broke into two pieces.
Although a good carpenter could still put the wooden Buddha together, Fatty Ding always felt that even the repaired wooden Buddha might not have the same efficacious effect as before.
The wooden Buddha in the seller's basket is pretty good, it looks lifelike, and there is a kind of aura in the Buddha statue.
"Hey, this Buddha statue is pretty good!"
"This work is not like what ordinary wood carvers can do..."
"Please bring a Buddha statue to your home to bless you with peace..."
The three night watchmen who gathered around Fatty Ding seemed to have noticed the wooden Buddha in the basket, and they all sighed, as if they intended to buy the Buddha statue from the seller.
The salesman stood there, looking up at Fatty Ding with a pale face, looking blankly, as if he didn't care about the praises of the other people, and as if he couldn't hear the words of the three people around him at all. .
Fatty Dante could hear the surrounding sounds clearly.
He was afraid that the three watchmen would buy the wooden Buddha first.
So he took the wooden Buddha out of the basket and held it in his arms: "I want this Buddha statue!
I have a Buddha statue that is exactly the same as this one, just two of them made into a pair! "
As Fatty Ding spoke, he lowered his head to look at the wooden Buddha in his arms. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that the carving craftsmanship, wood, and even differences between this wooden Buddha and his original wooden Buddha were revealed after playing with it for a long time. That layer of oily shine is exactly the same!
He even had the illusion that his treasured wooden Buddha statue had been stolen by a salesman. Fortunately, he still clearly remembered that his wooden Buddha statue fell into two pieces, otherwise he would have been entangled with the salesman.
The salesman slowly lowered his head and looked at the short black fat man, with a slight chill on his pale and white face. But Fatty Ding and the three night watchmen talking and laughing around him were completely unaware of this.
‘He’ said: “You’ve made your choice, do you want this?”
"Yes, I want this!
How much silver? "Fatty Ding asked him.
The salesman straightened up and did not answer him. He just waved his hand to indicate that he could go.
"How much money should I give?" Fatty Ding asked again.
The salesman just said: "You have already given me something else."
Something else?
Have you already given it to yourself?
Why is this salesman so nagging?
Fatty Ding frowned, and then thought that the environment he was in was not safe. Since the other party didn't ask him for money, he was happy to save more, so he nodded to the salesman and hurried out of the hall with the wooden Buddha in his arms. , returned to the previous broken house.
The voices of the three night watchmen behind him came one after another.
The short black fat man moved the fence door to the door, sealed the door, then sat on the pile of firewood where he was resting, and carried the baggage next to him.
In the room, several car owners drooped their heads and fell asleep quietly, without even snoring.
Fatty Ding casually glanced at the companions around him, then unpacked the baggage, wanting to see the wooden Buddha that he had just stuffed into the baggage and broken into two parts - but he rummaged through the baggage, and there were bits and pieces in it. There were a lot of things, but there was no wooden Buddha that broke into two pieces.
"It's weird..."
He murmured and held up the wooden Buddha he bought from the seller.
The more I look at it, the more I feel that this wooden Buddha belongs to me!
How is it possible that there are two wooden Buddha statues that are not only made of the same materials, but also have the same precious light emitted from the Buddha statues after being played with for a long time? !
Then the salesman takes my stuff and sells it back to me? !
Damn it!
However, I don’t seem to have paid anything?
Let’s forget it this time…
Fatty Ding's mind was spinning with messy thoughts. He polished the forearm-long wooden Buddha and stared at the wooden Buddha that exuded precious light until the wooden Buddha's head tilted and rolled to the ground. !
Why is the head of this Buddha statue broken? !
Why is everything that happened tonight so weird?
Could it be that I'm dreaming? !
Fatty Ding was shocked!
Suddenly, a sharp pain emerged from his neck!
He let go of the Buddha statue in his arms and hurriedly touched his neck - the world in front of him suddenly shook, and the several car owners sleeping in the room suddenly became blurry in his vision!
After a moment of blur, the situation in the room became clear again.
——
The dark red charcoal fire illuminated the scene in the house dimly.
In the room shrouded in darkness, Fatty Ding's companions were sitting or lying on the pile of firewood - their heads rolled down not far from their necks.
They all have no heads...
Why are there no heads left? !
Was it really just a dream? !
But is this situation also a nightmare? !
Thoughts were swirling in Fatty Ding's mind. He was frightened and frightened. He held his chin with both hands and lifted it up - "lifting" his head from his neck!
In the room, there were only a few corpses of car bosses. Where were the living people?
However, scattered in the baggage next to Fatty Ding's body, the wooden Buddha was still intact, with no signs of being separated from the body.
——
Inside the hall.
The three of them stood by the fire cautiously, looking out the door frequently.
They all hated Fatty Ding and his accomplices deeply in their hearts. Thinking of the miserable corpses they saw in front of the valley during the day, the three night watchmen couldn't sit still.
The bonfire outside the door made the surrounding scene more and more weird. In the shadowy darkness, a tall and thin figure carried a pole and swayed through the shadows. He walked past the bonfire in front of the door and walked in. In the hall.
"What do you want to buy?"
The tall and thin salesman lowered his pale face and looked at the younger night watchman sitting at the end. He moved his lips and asked him.
The man's eyes were straight, and he lowered his head to look at the goods in the baskets on both sides of the seller. He saw that there were many heads piled in the two baskets - the heads of Fatty Ding and several of his accomplices were all in the baskets!
The young vigilante-'Qin Da' was very angry with Fatty Ding and the others. When he saw the heads of several people, he subconsciously wanted to take Fatty Ding's head out of the basket——
At this time, a voice came from next to Qin Da: "Can you let me pick first?"