Northwest Wilderness. At so point, the na Ghost Artisan started to spread rapidly. Legend has it this "Ghost Artisan" is a young man, with a cold yet handso face, much taller than an average man, with a slender and upright figure, but with a notoriously bad temper.
On this particular day, the wind howled fiercely in the Great Northwest.
"Tsk, is this old lady crazy?" The cold and handso man cursed, carrying a plank, and looked at the woman blocking his way. The woman was about thirty, well-maintained, and clearly from a privileged background. But this man called her an "old lady"?
Behind the man, dozens of sturdy won carrying sandbags and shovels tried hard to stifle their laughter.
These won were initially hired by the man because of the generous wages he offered, but after spending ti with him, they found that unlike other n in Dayuan, he wasn’t petty, had a great temperant, and was quite generous. So they started following him around the world, constructing pavilions and buildings, and as the "Ghost Artisan" na grew, these won beca friends with the man too.
Facing them, the "old lady" also brought so people. "Ah Wu, you’ve been dealing with sand and stone all day, surely you’re tired. Why not co ho with and enjoy so comfort?"
"Get lost—!"
The man was called "Ghost Artisan" partly because he’s a construction worker skilled in both masonry and carpentry. And partly because of his temperant, akin to an evil ghost.
"Who the hell do you think you are? I’ve already got a master, I’m a married man!!"
The "old lady" opposite turned dark: "Ah Wu, I treat you well, and besides, you’re just a man, working hard to make a living. Even if you have a master, she must be useless, or else why let her man co out to earn Silver."
"Pah!" The man spat, "What do you know? So annoying, get lost, good dogs don’t block the road, I see you’re desperate for a man!"
Then, the man walked forward with a cold face, the "old lady" fake-sighed and waved her hand, the people she brought imdiately blocked the man.
The man’s face turned livid, "Oh, you want to force , huh?" With a clang, he threw the plank off his shoulder onto the ground, and at the sa ti, the won behind him dropped their sandbags and charged forward.
The man chuckled coldly, "Go on! Beat them to death, hit them hard, if they die, it’s on !"
Everyone laughed, "Great, our hands were itching anyway!"
So the lee broke out instantly. The hot-tempered man, on the other hand, took out a bag of sunflower seeds from his pocket, squatted at the side, happily munching, leaving a ss of shells, occasionally shouting to cheer for those in the lee.
Suddenly, soone saw the man alone and charged at him, but the man was vicious too. He rolled up his sleeves, grabbed the opponent by the collar, and slamd him repeatedly against a big tree until the man’s head was bleeding before disdainfully letting go. "Useless bunch, how dare you take on with such pathetic skills? You must be fucking tired of living!"
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