My eyes widened when the amulet failed, and my mind went blank at this moment. otbnkotgt Only then did I come to my senses, and I suddenly pulled out the dagger and stabbed it.
The sharp dagger pierced its arm, and blood immediately flowed out.
However, the weirdo seemed not to feel the pain and was holding my hand tightly.
No intention of letting go at all.
"Fat man, fat man, pull me up" I shouted loudly, but the sound could not be transmitted effectively in this low cave, and there was no response from above.
The weirdo didn't give me any chance.
His other hand reached out and was about to grab my other shoulder.
It would be difficult to escape if both shoulders were caught by it.
The situation was urgent, and I thought quickly.
Since stabbing its arm was of no use, I aimed directly at its head to see if it was afraid.
The dagger adjusted its direction, aimed at the weirdo's head, and stabbed it hard.
The weirdo finally knew how to dodge, turned his head, and relaxed the strength in his hands.
This was a good opportunity for me to escape.
I hurriedly threw away his hand, grabbed the fallen Daba amulet and climbed out quickly.
The weirdo had already reacted by now, growled in his mouth, and moved forward quickly.
Crawling, however, I had already retreated outside the wooden door and stood on the body of the giant turtle.
The weirdo who rushed to the door stretched out his hand to catch me, but at this moment, I saw that when the sun fell on the weirdo's hand, red burn marks appeared on the white skin as if it had been burned.
It was obvious that I had stabbed him before.
The weirdo, who didn't feel any pain even after his arm was pierced, screamed and retreated into the wooden door, lying on the ground and looking at me with a pair of black eyes.
It seemed that this guy was afraid of the sun.
I leaned against the wall of the well and looked at it with my eyes.
We looked at each other like this, and even though I didn't know where it came from, the evil aura and cold hostility exuding from those eyes still made me feel very uncomfortable.
After looking at each other for a while, it slowly retreated and disappeared into the dark cave inside the wooden door.
"Fat man pull me up."
I shouted upwards, and the fat man slowly pulled me out of the well.
At this time, I was slumped beside the well, with cold sweat on my forehead, and my limbs were sore and numb as if they were about to be broken.
It felt as if I had walked in front of death.
"What's wrong?"
The fat man asked doubtfully while smoking.
"There is a hole in the wooden door below, and there is a monster inside.
It's the guy in a military coat we saw on the bus last time."
I stretched out my hand to take the cigarette from the fat man, but when I raised my hand, I realized that my whole hand was shaking and I couldn't even hold the cigarette.
"What's going on?
I remember that guy.
He was the guy who was wearing very tight clothes."
I told the fat man the cause and effect.
He looked at me with wide eyes and shouted: "Shanzi, if you don't tell me such a fucking important thing, are you treating me like an outsider?"
"It's nothing.
I just don't know how to tell you.
I don't know the origin of this weirdo.
And why he chases me, why he lives at the bottom of a well, why he eats dead cats, I don't know anything.
You What should I tell you?"
After taking two puffs of cigarette, I calmed down a little.
People who don't experience life and death really don't know what true fear is.
After I put out the cigarette butt, I knew that I couldn't get into the well.
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I looked at the sky and it was already getting late.
If the weirdo climbed out of the well at night, the fat man and I might not be its opponents.
After thinking for a while, he said: "Let's go back first.
There must be a big secret in this Xuanming Temple, but we can't make any money with our current abilities.
I'll ask Brother Zhuzi later to see if he is willing to come here for a run. ” On the way back, we agreed to go to the morning market the next morning, and then returned home.
I slept very soundly that night.
I don’t know whether it was because I relaxed after being overly nervous and scared, or because I was too tired.
After the alarm clock rang at 4:30 in the morning, I had no dreams all night.
The morning market in Shanghai is different from that in Beijing.
The scale is not that big.
In fact, the main reason is that Shanghai does not have as strong a cultural atmosphere as Beijing.
Fatty and I just came to see it with the mentality of giving it a try.
The two of us ate fried dough sticks early in the morning and arrived near the Chenghuang Temple one after the other.
Today's Chenghuang Temple mostly sells Chuanzi crystal, the Four Treasures of the Study, and tea.
But when we were young, there were still some strange things in the morning market.
But there are rules when going in to buy things.
First of all, you have to pay a few cents for the ticket.
Secondly, you cannot buy things on credit.
Half of the street is filled with stalls.
There are many people coming to see the morning market, but most of them are elderly men.
The two of us walked around for a while, but nothing caught our eye.
I met a seller selling Tibetan knives in the east corner.
I felt itchy when I saw it.
I can't keep using Fatty's dagger, but this thing is not cheap, and it is a controlled knife.
If my family finds it, it's okay.
There are a few in the southwest corner.
I don’t know much about people selling cultural relics, but the fat man still has some eyesight.
After taking a few glances, he told me softly that they were all fake.
In the end, I went around in a big circle and bought nothing.
It was already six o'clock in the morning, the sky was already bright, and the morning market was about to close.
Fatty and I were getting ready to leave, but we didn't expect an unexpected gain.
It was a small stall three feet long and wide, with a few things scattered on it, including Buddha statues, bracelets, and a few daggers that looked like they were made of bones.
What I saw were these daggers made of bones I have seen similar magic weapons from Lao Hei and Zhu Zi before.
Generally speaking, daggers made from animal bones are rare nowadays.
Even if they do exist, they are the magic weapons of some sect mages.
I felt strange, so I pulled the fat man up and walked up.
The fat man was observing, while I squatted down and chatted with the stall owner.
The stall owner is a middle-aged man, about forty years old, wearing old blue work clothes.
Although he looks a little down and out, he still feels energetic and clean overall, especially his hair, which is neatly combed.
"Hello, can I see these animal bone daggers?"
I asked with a smile.
He nodded and didn't say much, unlike other stall owners who were always making trouble and shouting loudly.
His silence made me feel novel.
I picked up one of the animal bone daggers.
It was not long.
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The handle was made of wood and had some strange patterns carved on it, like patterns of stars and dragons.
The blade is polished from animal bone and is slightly longer than my palm.
The blade is polished very carefully and looks fast.
There are two blood grooves on the blade surface.
This is something I have noticed in other animal bone daggers.
Never seen it before.
The second thing is the color.
The color of these animal bone daggers is yellowish and not like new ones.
Especially the one I am holding has a faint red spot on the tip of the knife, which may be stained with blood.
I didn’t know much about these things at the time, but later I learned that there were actually animal bone daggers on the market made of polished cow bones or pig bones.
The sellers lied to people by claiming that they were made of wolf bones or even the bones of earth animals.
At that time, I just judged based on my feelings, and felt that these animal bone daggers seemed to be genuine.
The fat man came next to me and gently patted my shoulder three times with his hand.
This is a small tacit understanding, a little trick we used to play poker.
After being patted three times by him, I knew that he believed there was something genuine inside, so I became more confident and asked: "Boss, what is your dagger made of?"
"Made from coyote bones."
When he answered, his voice sounded like a southerner.
"You are from the south, how did you get the bones of the prairie wolf?"
I asked with a smile.
"Don't worry about it.
It's thirty yuan a handful, or food stamps of the same value."
When he said this, both Fatty and I felt it was too expensive.
Ten yuan was not a small amount for me.
It felt like a loss to exchange so much money for a dagger.
In addition, we were not very familiar with the market in this area at that time.
Understand, so you can only measure it according to your own inner standards.
"It's a bit expensive, boss."
I shook my head.
Unexpectedly, he took the dagger back from my hand, frowned and shouted, "Don't buy it if it's too expensive.
Find someone else."
Although the attitude of the sales department or the stall owner was not very good at that time, it was the first time I had encountered someone as arrogant as him.
The fat man was a little unhappy at that time.
The boss glanced at us again and sneered and said, "I won't sell my treasure to the poor.
Let's go and don't stop me from doing business."
"Hey" Fatty has never been called poor since he was a child.
This sentence hit his spine.
He immediately took a stack of ten dollars from his pocket and shouted: "Damn it, how many handfuls do you have here?"
, I want them all”: