After asking this, Shi Tou Zhang felt a little regretful because he noticed Xuan Min's movements and his brows were locked deeply.

Shi Tou Zhang: "..." I just asked casually, I really don't need to think so carefully, Master...

He turned his head silently, looked at Jiang Shining, who was huddled by the furnace and looked at the fire, and asked with his mouth: What should I do, I'm so panicked.

Jiang Shining shrugged: I asked for it.

When Shi Tou Zhang turned around, Xuan Min had already withdrawn her hand and was frowning at the pigskin glue in the pot, looking thoughtful. To be honest, his monk's robe looked like he was not covered with star dust, and it was indeed unmatched by the fireworks in the stove. When he stood by the furnace, even the fire became smaller timidly.

Shi Tou Zhang could not imagine what Xuan Min was thinking, but judging from her expression and expression, it should not be so pleasant. So he did not dare to disturb him at this moment, and tactfully invited the great god out, so he had to wait with Jiang Shining and stare at him.

Fortunately, although Xuan Min sometimes doesn't understand human nature, she is much better than Xue Xian's intentional fun. The pig skin glue in the pot is boiled and makes a gurgling sound, pulling Xuan Min back to his senses. He didn't say anything more, but glanced at the furnace again and said, "The fire is too small."

After saying that, he didn't look at Shi Tou Zhang and Jiang Shining, and then walked out of the kitchen.

The hem of the snow-white monk's robe swept past the door and disappeared.

Shi Tou Zhang sighed: "I'm so suffocated. I'm so old that I can't stand the fright. My heart is beating so fast..."

Jiang Shining secretly took a breath and added grass to the furnace without saying a word.

"But this master is really powerful, why do you know everything?" Shi Tou Zhang was still a little surprised when he thought of this, "It's like this thing-"

He whispered the pig skin in the pot, "Just like this mask, no one in our area thinks about this. I still met by chance by a master who was taken to Liangzhou. There were many people and chores there, and some people had to learn some of the skills in order to save their lives. These things are not enough to save them in life. I don't say... This master is young, even if he is very capable, and he is still very old, and he has to meet people in the places where he has traveled. How do he save those things in his stomach?"

In fact, let alone stones, Jiang Shining sometimes feels the same feeling, always feeling that Xuan Min shows far exceeds the level he should be at this age...

Shi Tou Zhang, a middle-aged man, has no other fun. When talking about this kind of experience of visiting people, he looked at the yard and lowered his voice: "Just that ancestor named Xue, sometimes he is inexplicably at a disadvantage when he meets this master. Just like today, I see that ancestor seems to be walking around the master. Hey, think about it, can a twenty-year-old man cure a real dragon? A real dragon, how old is that!"

The scattered mouth was endless, like a bald sparrow with eight mouths open. As he said this, he muttered again, "Oh, by the way, how old is that ancestor?"

Jiang Shining rubbed his ears that were buzzing constantly when he said, and said angrily: "I don't even know."

Although Shi Tou Zhang didn't understand why Xuan Min knew how to make this mask, he still strictly followed what he said, making the fire stronger and waiting for a moment.

He took out the glue, ran into the yard with a hot bowl, and put the bowl on the table with a "bang", pinched his ears and jumped straight, "Okay, OK, where are the other ingredients?"

Fang Cheng put all the pieces of ingredients he had found in advance on the table, chopped them up, and grind them up, and grind them up, and they were like cooking.

The stones were not delayed and they started working hard on the spot.

Others were a little curious about this, but this was a meticulous job after all, and they were afraid of disturbing Shi Tou Zhang, so they mostly stood not far and near, without discussing or asking more, and just watched silently.

Xue Xian thought this was quite interesting. He had heard of the so-called □□ in the past, but this was the first time he had done it by himself. However, because of some inconvenient things, he always sat for a long time.

Every time he saw Xuan Min, he would roll on his chair and run away. Sometimes he would go to the front hall to find trouble for the twin brothers, and sometimes he would harass the beggars. Even though he was cowardly hiding, he would sneer in his heart: I can’t even feel at ease when I watch the fun!

He naturally didn't see the production process of the □□ when he made a big circle before coming back, the stone was already half completed, and it was just a mold. The little beggar was still sick in the bed, and half of his face was also described as terrifying and inconvenient to touch.

At this time, the strengths of Shi Tou Zhang, a craftsman, emerged. He walked in and stared at the little beggar's intact half of his face for a long time, as if he had recorded every detail on her cheek, and then stared at the ruined half of his face and gestured falsely.

When he came out again, he had already started to adjust the mold with confidence...

This is probably the most laborious and time-consuming process.

After a long time, the stone tablet revealed the finished product, but this finished product was different from what Xue Xian imagined. He thought it should be a complete one, but he did not expect it to be two separate pieces, one slightly thicker and a little curved, while the other piece was as thin as a cicada's wings.

"Why are there two pieces?" Xue Xian couldn't help but stop the chair and asked.

Shi Tou Zhang explained: "For this kind of mask, it is better to increase or decrease. For example, fill the thinner ones with weight and the shorter ones with nose bridges higher... The girl's face is too uneven and needs to be filled. This thicker one is to fill the ones she lacks, and thinner ones are to connect the filled part with the rest of the skin. It is equivalent to filling one piece and covering another layer."

While listening to him, Xue Xian stared at the two masks in his hand. The color and texture were all adjusted by stones. At first glance, it looked like a real human skin...

etc--

Really human skin...

Xue Xian turned his head suddenly, rolled up to Xuan Min without saying a word, pulled Xuan Min's sleeve and pulled him half-bearing: "Bald donkey, look at the stone in his hand, which looks like what you remembered in Wencun last time? You said that in those scenes you remembered of when you were a teenager, there were two times when you held human skin in your hands. Could it be this thing?"

Although he was asking, he was actually quite sure. After all, a teenager in his teens, especially a young man with a temperament like Xuan Min, could he hold the peeled skin in his hand? Is it possible that even if he is dirty with some blood, is it possible?

But human skin, face, and tits are not necessarily...

After asking this, he was thinking about it in his heart, but he didn't hear Xuan Min's answer for a long time. When he raised his eyes, he saw Xuan Min looking down at him, his expression was not as happy or unhappy as he looked like the cold face he usually looked, but it was a little different.

Xue Xian couldn't tell at the moment, but he felt guilty when he looked at it lukewarmly for a while, and he wanted to roll over and get off the wheel of the chair.

"Don't run away?" Xuan Min answered the question irrelevantly, and her tone...a little salty.

Xue Xian: "..."

When he asked this, he seemed very cowardly. Xue Xian thought about it angrily, but the topic changed again, "Is he really a sarcastic person? You don't copy scriptures well at a young age, what masks are you making?"

"I don't remember." Xuan Min replied.

He did not deny the previous sentence, which meant that he had agreed to Xue Xian's guess and felt that the ones he was holding were part or all of the masks he used. He was only thirteen or fourteen years old, so why did he use this kind of thing?

Xue Xian narrowed his eyes and was thinking about it, he felt that the sleeve he was holding in his hand had been pulled away. Then, his chin was pinched and turned toward the stone table surrounded by everyone, loosening again.

Xuan Min's voice rang around her: "Go and do what you deserve first."

Xue Xian was stunned, subconsciously raised his hand and touched his pinched chin. When he turned his head, Xuan Min had already strode back to the house and had no intention of continuing to watch here. I wonder if it was his illusion...

This bald donkey seems...unhappy?

With a decent substitute, Xue Xian did not have any effort to do the two skins. Jiang Shijing tried it on the back of his hand according to the method Xue Xian said. Once the two skins were attached to the skin, they looked like they were actually growing on the head. Whether it was texture or skin color, or even some natural tiny flaws, they were no different from real skin.

"The little girl wakes up and gives her it. When the scabs fall on her wound, if she can bear it herself, then she can't bear it. If she can't bear it, it will fit on her face, and there will be no flaws. As long as I'm not dead, the effect of this thing will not disappear." He said with a sentence.

Now, Xingzi's black eyes, who had already had some longing for him, became brighter. Whenever he had free time, he would stare at him without blinking. Even Mrs. Chen would glance at him from time to time, and said to him half-truely, "Look at Mr. Xue, can I pinch my face with a mold? Can I be younger in my twenties?"

Uncle Chen silently turned his face away from the side, grabbed Chen's hand and pulled her away.

The people of the Fang family have different temperaments, but they all tacitly told them. Although they saw Xue Xian using some tricks that ordinary people could do, no one asked more questions, which was considered polite and caring.

Just as everyone packed up the dishes and bowls, Lu Erqi, who had been staying in the corner, suddenly waved to Xue Xian.

"What? You have any eyebrows?" Xue Xian asked.

Lu Erqi nodded and said, "I am not as good as 19. I can't calculate the exact time. I can only say that at least last night to this morning, the person who touched this black cloth was still in the place I calculated. As for whether he will leave tonight, it's not sure."

"It's okay, go and have a look first. It's naturally good to catch someone directly. If you can't catch someone, you can at least make sure that he won't go far, and there will always be some traces left." Xue Xian picked his chin at him, "After that, it's roughly where it is."

Lu Erqidao: "A mountain shaped like a dustpan."

"Shaped like a dustpan?" Xue Xian didn't know much about the surrounding area and repeated a little confusedly.

"Boji Mountain!" Mimi stared at his apricot and said, "I know I know, let's go straight in that direction, go out of the main city gate and walk along the southwest mountain road, and you can get there after a little round the forest."

Seeing that it was almost noon, Xue Xian didn't want to delay it. As soon as he heard this, he immediately patted the board and planned to leave. According to Xingzi's statement, it would not take much time to get there with their footsteps.

"It's almost time to get there. It's almost time to get around that forest suburb." At the same time, at the end of the southwest mountain road, Taizhu, the leader of the Taichang Temple horse team, looked up at the mountain in front of him and said.
Chapter completed!