Help! This savior is too stupid!

Wei Junjie explained the method of making leather lanterns.

Jiang Bai nodded thoughtfully.

Wei Junjie was worried that Jiang Bai didn't remember, so he asked thoughtfully,

"Brother Jiang, is Wei's explanation quite thorough?"

"Thoroughly, I finally understand."

Jiang Bai concluded,

"You asked me to light the painter's sky lantern."

Wei Junjie:? ? ?

"This, this isn't right!"

Wei Junjie immediately realized that this skin was not an ordinary fox skin. If it was used to refine the skin lanterns, wouldn't it be like lighting a painter's sky lantern?

Who is wrong to offend, the painter?

How many lives!

In extreme shock, Wei Junjie comforted himself and said,

"It's okay, it's okay, the painter is dead..."

Offending a dead person, or someone killed by Jiang Bai, doesn't seem... that scary?

After all, Jiang Bai's deadly attack was really cruel!

"Oh, not dead yet."

Jiang Bai's words almost scared Wei Junjie out of his wits!

"Nani!"

Wei Junjie's face was full of shock, and his hair stood on end.

"Brother Jiang, didn't you kill the painter?"

"Killed, but not completely."

Wei Junjie didn't know that the painter was divided into nine parts. Jiang Bai briefly explained the ins and outs, and then Wei Junjie understood.

"so..."

Wei Junjie showed a bitter expression,

"One of the costs of refining a leather lantern is that the owner of this layer of fox skin will be affected. If the owner is still alive, he will have bad luck and will become a ghost and live in peace. If the owner dies completely, it will affect future generations. ..”

As long as the painter is still alive, the price will naturally not be borne by others.

Originally, Jiang Bai was somewhat resistant to the matter of refining fox skin lanterns.

His original intention was to get a fur coat, a scarf or something that was both beautiful and practical. Who would have thought that Wei Junjie would turn the entire lantern on his head once he opened his mouth.

As soon as Wei Junjie mentioned the price of the leather lantern, Jiang Bai immediately agreed!

point!

This lantern must be made!

Wei Junjie came to his senses at this moment and quickly begged Jiang Bai,

"Brother Jiang, Uncle Jiang, ancestor, please don't let me out. Let the mirror ghost stay outside during this period..."

I offended the painter, and I don’t even know how to write the word “death”.

Originally, Wei Junjie wanted to escape and take back the initiative.

It was Wei Junjie's own idea to be messed with by Jiang Bai...

It’s okay not to have this initiative!

Jiang Bai made an appointment with Boss Cao and others to set out tonight. There is still some time before night, which is just in time to refine the leather lantern.

Wei Junjie's body returned to the mirror fragments. At this time, Wei Junjie's mirror ghost woke up leisurely after sleeping for a long time.

As if he didn't know anything, he asked in a sensible manner,

"Brother Jiang, why is the back of Wei's brain bleeding?"

"You were poisoned by eating fungus."

Jiang Bai said seriously,

"I'll give you some blood to wake you up."

If you are really poisoned by eating fungi, this treatment method will certainly not work. You should go to the hospital anyway.

Jiang Bai took out a list and said, "I want to refine a secret treasure. There are many missing items on it. Please help me get it."

Wei Junjie agreed wholeheartedly,

"good."

Wei Junjie Mirror Ghost didn’t ask for money, and Jiang Bai didn’t intend to give it.

Of course, these materials are not given for free.

Mirror Ghost knows very well that the idea of ​​lighting painter's sky lanterns is very wonderful. The wonderful thing is that it is the original idea!

If a painter wants to seek revenge, he will also be looking for trouble in his own body.

In this case, as a mirror ghost, he naturally doesn't mind adding fuel to the flames and watching the excitement is not a big deal.

Jiang Baizhen made this fox skin into a lantern. For him, it has both advantages and disadvantages!

While Jiang Bai was busy making ghost lanterns, hundreds of miles away, Tangdu.

This is the largest human survival base in the Pure Land. It is extremely prosperous. People in the core area do not even feel the impact of troubled times, as if they are living in a peaceful world.

And in Tangdu, in an inconspicuous gambling house, there was an inconspicuous room.

This room was extremely dark, I couldn't see my fingers, there were no doors or windows, and it was weird and scary.

There is someone in this room.

The people here cannot see the light of day.

In the darkness, a malicious voice sounded,

"Painter, I heard you died, twice?"

Being called a painter, it cannot be anyone else but one of the deputy directors of the Fourth Research Institute.

The painter said coldly,

"Pushing, are you not angry yet?"

Hearing the name 'Pujie', Poujie was obviously unhappy.

The most annoying thing about the author of "Pujie" is that people call him "Pujie", even if it is the truth.

After all, the truth hurts the most.

Faced with the painter's attack, he threw himself on the street and started talking nonsense.

"What do you know? If a great creator wants to be popular, he needs the accumulation of time, the accumulation of years, and the improvement of human aesthetics..."

He blamed all external factors that could be blamed, but he had no problem at all.

Listening to the nonsense being said on the street, the painter became a little impatient.

"We agreed to have a meeting, but the gambler hasn't come yet. He's already half an hour late. In order to take care of him, we specially selected this gambling house!"

The painter's complaint sounded like a joke to Poujie's ears.

"You already said he is a gambler, and this is a gambling house. Now that he is here, how can he not bet twice?"

Their identities are not visible to the public, so naturally they cannot leave the room easily. They can only wait patiently for the gambler to come over.

The gambler would rather gamble than come to the meeting first. The painter was particularly angry.

"How long does he want to gamble?!"

"I told you he's a gambler."

He threw himself into the street and said with a smile,

"Of course I only quit the table after losing all my money in gambling."

This was not the first day they met gamblers, so there was no need to go out and tell the painter these truths.

However, today's painters are a little impatient.

He seems to be in a hurry, rushing to start the meeting, rushing to end the meeting...

The more anxious the painter is, the calmer he becomes in the street. He even wants to lend the gambler some money to let him gamble for a while longer.

Gamblers are having extra good luck today.

The two of them walked three poles from sunrise to sunset.

The gambler arrived belatedly.

A bloody guy broke into the room, coughing up blood.

"Sorry, sorry, I was chased by a god general on the road, so I'm late."

Before he could say anything, the painter's face was already ugly enough.

He suppressed his anger and spoke as calmly as possible,

"In order to find an excuse for being late, you went to have a fight with the god general?"

"You can't say that."

The gambler scratched his head,

"I lost all my money. That man bet me to fight a divine general. I lost..."

Just for a bet?

Feeling the painter's anger, the gambler quickly explained, "I won!"

Painter, Street Fighter:......

In the dark room, there was suddenly light.

A wisp of fire appeared under the painter's skin, and under the weak light, a tattoo of a ferocious beast—Yai Cane—came out.

However, unlike other JiaZi, this JiaZi has no eyes.

The flame appeared in Yaizhen's left eye, which was a coincidence.

Seeing this scene, Pujie said in an envious tone,

"Painter, you are popular."