Chapter 3105: Chapter 1595: Sorrows Not Forgotten in Forget Sorrow Tower, Endless Sorrow in the Wooden Statue_3
“Carve first.”
Wangze Holy Emperor stretched out his hand and held onto the wood carving in Kong Yuhen’s hand.
After all, he was the Holy Emperor, and Huang Quan was rely a demi-saint; it seed reasonable to change his mind halfway and cut in line once more.
If Huang Quan didn’t allow queue cutting, he would naturally take action.
If he took action, Wangze Holy Emperor would even prefer to sit still, letting his Mystic Sword and Hun Che take turns chopping.
He wanted to see how Kong Yuhen, who always called himself a friend, would react when he sees his friend being chopped.
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The hope was dashed again.
Huang Quan didn’t even move.
Regarding being “cut in line,” in this Ancient and Modern Forget Sorrow pavilion, he had endured it no less than ten tis; how could he possibly explode this ti?
“Your Majesty always cuts in line before , are you not angry?”
Wangze Holy Emperor once again couldn’t restrain his curiosity, speaking to the masked man in Gold Robe.
Anxiety, everyone has it.
In this anxiety-breeding Forget Sorrow Tower, he had exploded more than ten tis, yet Huang Quan instead seed very composed.
From start to finish, he hadn’t said a word!
Even when Kong Yuhen asked him questions, he never answered, appearing even more steadfast than a Holy Emperor, which annoyed Rao Wangze but also made him sowhat admire him.
No wonder he was able to command Yama, such temperant ant his achievents were bound to be extraordinary.
Huang Quan remained silent, focused on wood carving.
Wangze Holy Emperor thus suppressed his impulse as well, choosing to give Kong Yuhen so respect and not hitting the rude demi-saint.
Then, Kong Yuhen pushed his hand away, pulled out Huang Quan’s wood carving, and raised it to show him, saying,
“Friend, take a look, does it resemble him?”
After the rough outline was done, the detailed carving of the head had been completed at this mont.
Wangze Holy Emperor hadn’t bothered paying attention to others from the start but when he finally looked up, he was startled to realize that under Kong Yuhen’s chisel, the face of Huang Quan was not a mask…
“Does it have facial features?”
He ticulously identified it.
Eyebrows shallow like clear streams converging toward a high, prominent nasal bridge, then continuing along to lips of moderate thickness, as if two bright moons were the finishing touches, embedded by the streamside peaks, hazy, transcendental, and also full of vicissitudes.
This feeling… Rao Wangze covered his forehead with his hand, finding this face eerily familiar, as if he had seen it sowhere.
He was about to speak.
Suddenly, one glance to the side.
From the raised wood carving, he saw Kong Yuhen’s own face, seemingly performing a comparative experint in the background.
“Bang!”
Suddenly, the table was directly flipped.
Wangze Holy Emperor abruptly stood up, the surrounding air imbued with horror.
The face of Kong Yuhen, the face on the carving… unmistakably the sa!
“Who are you carving?”
“Huang Quan, ah.”
“Who are you carving?”
“Huang Quan.”
“Tell , who are you carving?!”
“Friend…” Kong Yuhen put down the wood carving, glanced at it—it looked lifelike, nothing odd about it—then frowned, “You, are you too anxious?”
Wangze Holy Emperor bent over, glaring intensely at Kong Yuhen.
Abruptly turning his head, he stared hard at Huang Quan’s mask.
He raised his hand to strike, trying to knock away Huang Quan’s mask, but his hand seed as if it stretched into the river of ti, grasping nothing, unable to hit it.
— He passed through Huang Quan.
Suddenly, Wangze Holy Emperor turned and fiercely slapped Kong Yuhen’s face, but it was like slapping into another space.
— He passed through Kong Yuhen.
It was rare for anything to make a Holy Emperor feel fear.
At this mont, Wangze Holy Emperor experienced a chilling horror long absent.
He rushed to the wooden door of the Ancient and Modern Forget Sorrow Pavilion and began to hamr it furiously.
Bang, bang, bang…
These were the sounds in his mind.
In reality, each knock saw his hand passing through the wooden door.
As if even the wooden door was fake, everything in the Ancient and Modern Forget Sorrow Pavilion and inside it besides himself was fake.
But the anxiety was real!
Wangze Holy Emperor froze on the spot for a while, suddenly exploding into a frantic wind, his scream of horror echoing through this floor of the Ancient and Modern Forget Sorrow Pavilion:
“Let out, I want to leave, I want to leave!!!”
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