MTL - Tomb Raider: Storytelling and Writing, The Mystic Nine is Confused-Chapter 187

It seems like a mountain range.

Draw for a while, then erase again.

"No, it's not like that."

The next moment, it was painted again.

The table was covered with tea repeatedly, and the traces soon merged into a water mark.

The old head looked at Zhang San Chain, who was about to be enchanted, and his heart tightened.

said quickly.

"Third Master Zhang, let's stop painting. You said that Wang Zanghai has been dead for many years. The feng shui level at that time is definitely different from now. Everything is already incomplete'"."

"Let's listen to Mr. Zhang. Maybe Mr. Zhang knows something."

Zhang Sanchain stopped his fingers and looked at the old man.

"It seems that he is still not good at learning."

"But what Mr. Zhang should say is true. With the layout of the other courtyard, Mr. Zhang's Feng Shui has long been unmatched."

"I can really recognize the mystery of this burial mausoleum."

The old man smiled.

"That's necessary. It's the backyard. I felt that smell again yesterday. It's like being drunk and fluttering like a fairy. It's really good to discuss it. It's good to live in it."

"Old man. You are always better than the mountains, so it should be a big treasure cave."

"Otherwise, your Xieling would be so prosperous? The old man wouldn't really think that two great justices can rise up. There are so many great justices in ancient times. Why did you rise up in Xieling?"

The old man carefully savored what was said in these words.

Think for a while.

The old man seemed to have realized something.

Instantly widened his eyes.

"Third Master Zhang, could it be the feng shui where my ancestors of the previous generation in Xieling were buried?"

Seeing his reaction like this, Zhang Sanlian suddenly smiled.

"Feng shui is something you can't see. The only thing you can see is the life of the person who carries feng shui."

The old man put his head on his head as if he didn't understand, and the seemingly simple truth seemed a little difficult to understand.

This is the secret of Feng Shui.

The old man sighed.

No wonder there were so few Feng Shui masters in ancient times.

Famous feng shui masters say even less.

"Third Master Zhang, your means in the Feng Shui world have already forced you to go public. Why haven't you heard of Mr. Zhang's name?"

"Mr. Zhang's feng shui skills are incomparable. Don't compare me with Mr. Zhang. It's not enough to match one of Mr. Zhang's toes."

Ouch, sweating.

This is the first time that such vulgar words have been said from Zhang Sanye's mouth.

What is a toe.

It's just beating yourself up.

Listen carefully.

......

Beijing News.

Newspapers about Mr. Zhang came out of the printing factory one after another.

Soon we reached the streets.

The people who had been waiting in the streets for a long time couldn't wait to buy the newspaper with the money.

"Mr. Zhang!"

"Come and see the class!"

"Mr. Zhang's story is freshly released."

"Don't miss it. It's limited edition every day. Newspapers with Mr. Zhang's head are more expensive."

"..."

"Hey! Little brother, here's a copy with a photo."

I saw that the little brother who was holding the newspaper took out a newspaper from his pocket.

"Deadly expensive, just look at the warranty below. What photo do you want?"

"What a waste of money."

I saw the man reprimanded.

"What do you know, this is the real picture of Mr. Zhang, and now a picture has been fired for twenty gold."

The woman obviously didn't believe it.

"real?"

"Hey, you mother-in-law, I will lie to you? This is a good movie, not only some women will collect it, but even some big men will collect it."

The woman covered her mouth in surprise.

Twenty gold, I have never seen so much money in my life.

a time.

He couldn't tell whether he was dreaming or dreaming.

"Let me see!"

The man carefully handed over the photo in his hand.

The woman took a look, and her eyes were completely unable to let go.

"This can't be sold!"

"why?"

The woman said like a nympho.

I want to hang Mr. Zhang on the wall.

When the man heard this, he instantly bowed.

"々'Damn, you prodigal woman, this is a black-and-white photo! You hang it on the wall to curse Mr. Zhang to die early?"

The woman immediately put down the photo in her hand.

the other side.

The discussion was in full swing.

"I really didn't expect that Mr. Zhang will start his storytelling today."

"Look at what's said inside."

The man opened the newspaper.

Inside is an abstract portrait.

"Look, Mr. Zhang said that after the fat man fell, there was actually a piece of corpse underneath."

"My Cao, look, it turns out that this big thing is also a corpse."

"How can there be such a strange corpse?"

"Could it be that this corpse is an artifact?"

"What nonsense are you talking about, have you seen such an artifact? I haven't seen it anyway."

"I haven't seen it before. Does it really exist? This head is like a little baby. It's not irrelevant."

The crowd said in horror.

The picture described in the newspaper was too bloody.

"Brother, I can't take it anymore, how can there be such a disgusting thing."

"Look below, he even hooked Fatty Wang's neck with his tongue."

"It's over, see it, Mr. Zhang described it above, this fat man is absolutely finished."

(is the money good)

"See, Fatty Wang's face has turned ashen."

"It won't be suffocating! Mr. Zhang said how to save it."

The man looked at it carefully again and confirmed it again and again.

"did not say."

Then a passerby said.

"I feel like I should be able to save it."

"What's the basis? Is it the basis? This fat man can take risks every time he goes to the tomb."

"That's true. In Mr. Zhang's book, this Fatty Wang is the luckiest."

Suddenly someone interjected.

"Tell you a secret."

"Today, when Mr. Zhang was telling a story, he heard that Lord Baylor died!"

"Why is Lord Bailor dead? Robbery or Robbery!"

The man blurted out.

"Zuo Zuo said that the housekeeper died, and Zuzuo said that this was the matter or the blood hole that was only a few hairs thick."

"Such a small hole, shouldn't it die?"

As small as the hair, it is not the size of the pores in comparison. ,

Then how could it be possible to die?

"Brother, you're not lying to us, are you?"

"What! I'm going to lie to you? If you don't believe me, let's go to Wangye's mansion to have a look. Bailing is already hanging up.".

Chapter 189 This turned out to be the real dragon vein!

"I wipe, is it true?"

"What about Lord Baylor, didn't you just say that the housekeeper died?"

I saw this man quickly lowered his voice and said.

"Master Baylor is even more strange. I can see that Master Baylor's eyes still move, but he can't speak or move his body, but he was put into the coffin like this."

"Hey! There are hidden weapons like hair in this big capital?"

"The key is that such a small wound should not be fatal."

"Could it be Mr. Zhang?"

When a fan of Zhang Chen next to him heard it, he immediately became grumpy.

"Laoguai, you **** don't fart here! Mr. Zhang kills people like this?"

"That is, even if Mr. Zhang kills, he will kill directly, not to mention that he almost kills the family every time, how could he kill two?"

Everyone agrees with this statement.