The whining wind and snow were flying in the turbulent air current. Seeing the exhausted old man in front of him, with red eyes and tears streaming down his face, Li Che felt his heart soften and hurriedly pulled his uncle into the warm workshop. After pouring a cup of hot tea to his uncle Li Liang, Li Che looked serious. "What happened? Uncle, please tell me slowly." Li Che asked in a deep voice. The uncle's family raised him and never bullied him. This nurturing kindness alone cannot be easily repaid. If he could help, Li Che would naturally not sit idly by. The old scholar was shivering all over, and the snow particles stained on his body gradually melted in the warmth of the workshop. His hands, which were red from the cold, were holding a cup of hot tea, and his expression seemed to be slightly relaxed. The old scholar let out a breath and looked at Li Che, his eyes bloodshot. After thinking for a while, he took out a palm-sized wooden sculpture from his arms. The moment he saw the wood carving, Li Che's eyes suddenly shrank.
"Spiritual Infant Statue?" Li Che is naturally familiar with this wooden statue! Before moving into the wood carving shop, it was the appearance of the spirit baby wooden statue in his yard that made Li Che nervous and had to move his family into Xu Ji's wood carving shop. Li Che took the wood carving from the old scholar's hand. It was somewhat different from the wood carving that was placed at the door of his house. It is not a wooden sculpture of a spirit infant with three heads and six arms, but a normal spirit infant statue with one head and two arms and eyes closed and opened. But it is undeniable that this is also a spirit infant statue. As a wood carver, I am extremely sensitive to the expression of wood carvings. "Is there a distinction between priorities?" Li Che murmured in a low voice. "Uncle, is Zhouzhou one year old too?" Li Che asked with a frown. The uncle couldn't help but nod: "Yes... in three days, there will be a scheduled first-year banquet. I wanted to do it simply, but now... oh, I don't dare anymore, I don't dare at all." "In the past few days, your cousin has not even dared to go to work. He has been staying at home, carrying a hatchet, for fear of..." The uncle sighed. The uncle knew very well that if the Lingying Sect really targeted his grandson Li Chengzhou, how could they resist with their ordinary strength? In the past few days, fear and anxiety have completely enveloped them. Thinking of those children who died tragically, the old scholar had nightmares all night long. "Your cousin and cousin-in-law didn't dare to sleep for three days in a row...for fear that the Lingying cultists would attack Zhouzhou after they fell asleep." Li Che held the Lingying wood carving in his hands, his eyes slightly narrowed. "So, the uncle was wondering if I could ask Sister-in-law to bring Zhouzhou to your place to take a break...Xu Ji, Xu Ji is still a deterrent." The old scholar looked at Li Che expectantly as if grasping the last straw.
"Uncle, don't worry. It's okay to let Zhouzhou come and stay at my house. My house will be much safer." Li Che had no reason to refuse. The sense of oppression and anxiety brought about by the appearance of the Lingying Wood Sculpture was too intense. Because Li Che had experienced it before, he could feel the panic and despair in his uncle's heart at this moment. It was a feeling of powerlessness...that death was getting closer and closer to his grandson. Ordinary people are indeed powerless when facing the Lingying Cult, just like lambs waiting to be slaughtered. "Okay, okay, Ah Che... thank you very much, uncle, thank you..." The old scholar was extremely excited and looked much more relaxed. "I'll go back and make arrangements for Zhengran and Chunming to take a boat to your home..." The old scholar held the teacup and was about to walk out of the shop. Li Che hurriedly called to him: "Uncle, please don't. Let your cousins protect you at home. Don't go out to prevent accidents on the road. I will pick them up personally. I have been practicing martial arts recently, so it will be safer." "Okay, okay..." Uncle Li Liang nodded quickly. "I'll take a leave of absence from the shopkeeper and come back. You go back and protect Zhouzhou with your cousin." Li Che said. The uncle's face finally showed a hint of joy, and he put down the cup belatedly, said goodbye, ran into the wind and snow, and left in a hurry. Li Che sat on a chair, holding the palm-sized wooden sculpture of a spiritual infant in his hand, a look of contemplation flashing in his eyes. "Lingying Cult..." "What a disaster." Li Che let out a breath. However, the Spiritual Infant Sect was also a giant to him, not to mention that it was involved with those wealthy families in Feilei City... "In addition, the government is even related to the Lingying Cult. The head-catcher Zhao Chuanxiong is a member of the Lingying Cult..." … … Li Che did not ask for leave. As a woodcarving master, he had the right to enter and exit the woodcarving shop at will, as long as he could deliver the goods within the specified time. After changing into a smart outfit, Li Che picked up a piece of thin wood, put on a bamboo hat, walked out of the wood carving shop, and ran into the wind and snow. Growing up in his uncle's house, Li Che naturally knew the way to his uncle's house. However, Li Che did not go immediately, but chose to play it safe. "Could it be a trap set by the Lingying Cult? Did you deliberately lure me there?" "If I am killed, without my identity as a wood carver, I am afraid that Xu Ji's compound will not be able to live in, and Xiaoya and Xixi will have to move out..." "After leaving Xu Ji's compound, the Lingying Cult can easily attack Xixi."
"Orphans and widowed mothers can only be slaughtered!" Pressing the bamboo hat, Li Che thought that this possibility was not impossible. But it's not necessarily true. After all, he often leaves Xu Ji's compound these days. If the other party wants to take action, he can do it long ago... There is no need to go around in a circle to trick him. "However, we have to be careful..." Li Che was thinking as he walked through the long street. On the notice board, the wanted poster had been renewed. He paused and saw that his identity as a bull demon was hung high on it, with a reward of 500 taels... "500 taels... five gold leaves!" "It's just the price of a nine-headed Guanyin statue that I carved." Li Che muttered. However, these 500 taels... are enough to make many people take risks. "It seems that I have to keep a low profile during this period." Li Che smiled, pressed down his bamboo hat, and went to the yard he rented outside in the raging wind and snow. He took out a black garment soaked in the tank in the yard, and his internal energy surged. He shook it for a while, and the hot steam steamed, making the clothes dry. This is a very elastic garment, which he made with his own craftsmanship. The improvement brought by the [Xiangong] Daoguo is not only the level of wood carving, but also any craftsmanship. With this garment, there is no need to worry about bursting the clothes when opening the Vajra Transformation. After changing into familiar clothes and putting on a cute cow mask, Li Che, wearing a bamboo hat, rushed out of the yard. … … Fei Lei City, Anping Lane. A courtyard with yellow earth piled up into a wall, the door was closed. Inside the house. The old scholar Li Liang was holding a dry pipe and smoking. Li Zhengran was holding a hatchet, his eyes were red, but he was pacing constantly, listening carefully to the sounds outside the house. Liu Chunming was holding his son Li Chengzhou, his hair was a little messy, and it was obvious that he was not concentrating on taking care of himself. "Dad, isn't Che here yet?" "Will he... coax you to come back first?" Liu Chunming was holding the baby, and her aunt was beside her. Her eyes were red and her voice was a little hoarse. She said. A woman, under the pressure of losing her son at any time, had already fallen to the brink of collapse.
"No, Ah Che won't deliberately coax me. Since he said yes, he must be able to..." "He is now a woodcarving master, with a noble status. He just helps us and lets us go to his yard to avoid disaster. He won't lie." The old scholar puffed on his pipe and shook his head. He believed in Li Che and could see the character of his cousin! "Don't talk nonsense, Ah Che will come!" Li Zhengran also spoke in a deep voice. The house fell into a dead silence, with only heavy breathing coming one after another. Suddenly, there was a rustling sound coming from outside the house. The three people in the house instantly tensed up their skin membranes. Li Zhengran clenched the hatchet, sweat beads on his forehead, he walked to the door, looked out through the crack of the door, and saw the figure outside the door. Outside the house. The wind and snow were raging, and the sky was dark. A slender figure, carrying a Bagua stick and wearing a girl mask, squatted on the ground, holding a spiritual baby wooden sculpture, pressing it on the ground, and swinging it left and right, and placed it in front of the closed door of the house. The sobbing wind blew, like a ghost crying. As if knowing that Li Zhengran was watching through the crack in the door, the figure suddenly raised his face, and under the crying and laughing girl mask, his eyes were full of teasing. It was this nightmare-like face again! Li Zhengran couldn't help trembling all over, and his hand holding the hatchet was trembling... Suddenly. Li Zhengran, who was watching through the crack in the door, suddenly contracted his pupils and was stunned. Because... Behind the figure wearing a girl mask squatting in the snow. There was a burly figure like a mountain that appeared like a ghost in the wind and snow almost instantly, with black clothes tightly fitting his body, perfectly outlining the muscle lines that were carved like a carving knife. Wearing a bamboo hat and a cute cow mask, his eyes sparkled. He raised his hand and slapped her. With a bang... The figure carrying the Bagua stick and wearing a girl mask just reacted and jumped up, but was hit by a fist like a palm leaf fan and flew across... Bringing up a bloody mist. pS: Good news, PK has advanced to the second round. Bad news, the second round is even more brutal. Please don't keep reading and support the book!