I have a room in Huangquan

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Liao Qiu couldn't help but stare at Ziwei shell beside her.

"Stop gossip, let's look at things first!"

Liao Qiu opened the box, and there was a piece of black metal in the first box.

The metal is square and square, about the size of a human fist, the surface is as black as a mirror, and there are dots of fluorescent light on the iron.

"Once when I was drinking, I met an old man named Xuehe. He used it to pay for the wine, and it was paid to me."

Liao Qiu patted his chest with a proud expression on his face.

"drink wine??"

Ding Xiaoyi looked at this piece of iron, stretched out his hand to pick it up, and his expression changed immediately. This thing looks heavy, but it is only when he holds it in his hand that he knows what it means to be as light as a feather.

Can't feel the weight at all.

It's light enough to make people wonder if it's metal.

Put things aside for now, but he was very interested in the blood river that Liao Qiu was talking about.

Can't help asking: "Drinking? Can you still use things to pay for money?"

"I couldn't!"

Liao Qiu shook his head, Yin Cao also has the rules of Yin Cao, the ordinary restaurant in the city is in vain, only recognizes money, even if you give him something, he can't use it.

"So it's for you?"

He thought to himself, the story should be that the old man named Xuehe had no money to pay the bill and was made things difficult by the shopkeeper.

Seeing this, Liao Qiu settled the bill. The other party refused to owe him any favors, so they gave him the things.

Well, that's basically what's written in the novel.

Those so-called masters are basically like this.

However, Liao Qiu curled his lips: "That's not true. When I paid the bill, I bought the restaurant by chance, and this item will be credited to me."

Ding Xiaoyi's mouth twitched a few times.

Take out the ghost mirror, put it in your hand and aim at this piece of metal.

Nine thousand feet down from the sea of ​​blood, there is a strange stone, which was nourished by the sea of ​​blood. After an unknown period of time, it suddenly split open and gave birth to double blades.

Its stone is indestructible, but as light as a feather, it can float on weak water and yellow springs.

Its objects have the invisible ability to kill, and can also reassure the soul and protect the body.

It's just that the number is too small for ordinary people to see, but it is only the size of a fingernail, so it is difficult to make a device, so it is called Xuehai Youjin.

Hearing what Zhao Youjing said, Ding Xiaoyi probably knew it.

Before Ding Xiaoyi could speak, Liao Qiu opened another box.

The box was opened, and the contents inside immediately made him unable to move his eyes away.

Chapter 391: The Past

I saw a set of tools neatly placed in the box.

This set of tools contains dozens of things, large and small.

There are three small wooden hammers, big, medium and small.

And there are more than ten files.

Six or seven carving knives, from large to small, were rubbed black and bright, with a little bit of time on them, and they looked like old objects.

But the blades still shone with a cold light, I believe no one would doubt whether these carved knives were still sharp.

In addition, there are jigsaws, small drills, and many other tools.

But what really caught my eye was not the tool itself.

Instead, I actually felt a particularly strong spirit on this set of tools.

"Hey, it's pitiful to say it. Every time I go to the City of Death to drink, I always see an old guy squatting not far away."

When Liao Qiu talked about this past, his expression suddenly became a little sad.

The old guy was squatting on the street with a box in his arms, looking around from time to time, as if he was waiting for someone.

Wrinkles piled up on the vicissitudes of the cheeks, and the eyes were almost blurred.

Once or twice is fine, but Liao Qiu can see him every time he goes to drink, although it's okay not to eat or drink in the underworld.

But seeing the old man's pitiful look, he stepped forward to ask.

Only then did I know that the old man was indeed waiting for someone, but he was not waiting for ordinary people.

This old man is a jeweler. He has been a jeweler for three generations, and his craftsmanship has been passed down from generation to generation.

But in an accident, before he could pass on his skills, he died suddenly.

He didn't want his own craftsmanship, so he just cut it off.

So he waited here foolishly, unwilling to reincarnate, just wanted to wait for someone he could trust.

But who cares about this thing? In the dark, who cares about this, what kind of jewelry they want, just pinch it a few times by themselves, and they can pinch any style.

No need for a jeweler at all.

Perhaps as the last person to go to hell, Liao Qiu can also feel the pain of watching the inheritance cut off.

So he took the box.

The powerful spirituality in the box is the power of the old man's inheritance.

"I see that your enchantment is similar to that of a jeweler in many places. This thing should help you a lot, so let's consider it as a gift."

After Liao Qiu finished speaking, he looked at Ding Xiaoyi, as if waiting for his answer.

Both of these things are good things for me.

Especially this set of tools, seemingly simple tools, is born with an inexplicable spirituality.

This kind of spirituality caused a strong resonance in my heart.

I always feel that this thing is waiting for me.

In terms of value, in my heart, maybe this is a real treasure.

Take a deep breath, suppressing the surging impulse in your heart.

Instead of answering Liao Qiu in a hurry, he asked, "What are you going to do with that burning pearl?"

Liao Qiu scratched his head: "Actually, I didn't think about it."

What Liao Qiu meant was, throw it to Tutu to deal with the errand first, and then it's over.

But just throwing things to her just like that doesn't feel good.

Seeing Liao Qiu frowning in confusion, Ding Xiaoyi looked at the set of tools in front of him, and his heart moved: "I'll give you an idea, what do you think?"

"what!"

Liao Qiu looked at him in surprise.

"If you take that ball away and give it directly to others, you won't show sincerity. How about I help you carve it and make it into a handicraft. She likes it, and you have achieved your goal. How about it!"

As he spoke, he casually picked up the carving knife in the box: "Exactly, isn't this a ready-made tool!"

The carving knife in Ding Xiaoyi's hand suddenly flickered, as if cheering for finding a new successor.

"Success, come as long as you are sure!"

Liao Qiu was also straightforward, and felt that Ding Xiaoyi's proposal was good, so he left it all to him.

Just to verify whether the inheritance of this set of tools is so magical.

After the two made an agreement, Ding Xiaoyi took out the Burning Youzhu and approached his processing room with his arms in his arms.

Liao Qiu sat by the door and watched. After all, there was only such a thing. He was both curious and worried about what Ding Xiaoyi would carve into.

Ding Xiaoyi took out the tools in the box and casually picked up the carving knife on the table, and suddenly the spirituality of the tools seemed to merge with him.

Immediately afterwards, a wonderful feeling came over, as if I had already done this kind of carving thousands of times.

His eyes flashed, and following this feeling, he dropped the carving knife on Zhuo Youzhu.

"Kickkick..."

The sound of cutting and carving was endless in the room.

At first Liao Qiu was still nervous, but when he saw Ding Xiaoyi who was like a god, after only a few minutes, he had already drawn an outline on Zhuoyouzhu.

Liao Qiu felt relieved immediately.

Hammers, small knives, big knives, board files... every tool is passed by like a cloud.

The speed is astounding. Pressing the blade with your fingers, you quickly cut in one after another. The angles and lines of each cut are terrifyingly precise.

On the one hand, it is the reason for this set of tools, and on the other hand, it is Ding Xiaoyi's own experience in processing precision instruments for many years.

The combination of the two seems to make his craftsmanship complete in one go.

But even so, such a large project is a waste of time.

It took a full three hours before Ding Xiaoyi put down the tools in his hands, and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead: "It's done!"

Liao Qiu, who was leaning against the wall, was about to fall asleep, but he woke up suddenly when he heard this sentence.

He hurried over to take a look, his eyes straightened for a while.

I saw Ruo Da's sphere placed in front of him.

But it's a world of difference from before.

The surface of the sphere of Zhuoyouzhu is engraved with various relief patterns, and the scenery of mountains, rivers and waters is dizzying.

Every detail is perfect. .

But what is amazing is that the sphere is composed of several layers of hollow spheres from the outside to the inside.

It looks like just a sphere on the outside, but there are layers within layers.

Each set of balls is carved with exquisite and complicated patterns.

This is called ghost work ball, also called concentric ball.

Ding Xiaoyi is still very familiar with this thing. When he was in college, he would occasionally use a lathe to make some square balls.

So the principle of making this thing is clear to me.

Doing it by hand is nothing more than a test of eyesight and hand control.

I am not bad at all, and with the spiritual blessing of this set of tools, I can naturally achieve perfection.

"It's not over yet, look at this!"

Ding Xiaoyi turned it around a few times, and saw that the spheres inside turned together, and in the end they spliced ​​together a rose.

So lifelike, it's simply astonishing.

"Good good!!"

Liao Qiu applauded again and again, so ingenious, it can be called a work of art.

I also specially found a box for him, and put the ghost ball in it.

"Xiaoyi, thank you very much for this matter. Without your skills, I'm afraid Tutu wouldn't be happy if I take it back!"

Seeing Liao Qiu's happy face, he finally couldn't help his curiosity, and said, "Brother Qiu, what is the relationship between you and Tutu..."

Liao Qiu was taken aback, slowly put down the box on his hand, and sighed: "Actually, it's not as complicated as you think, I'm her subordinate."

"subordinate!!"

"Yes, theoretically, she is a subordinate, but we have signed a contract, and she does not have strong restraint on me."

After listening to Liao Qiu's explanation.

The fire of gossip in Ding Xiaoyi's heart could hardly be contained.