229. Chapter 229 The moving clay man

Author: Up and down to ask for lock

Chapter 229 Moving Clay Man

Someone is looking at me.

This is Zhang Dong’s first feeling.

Being targeted by a ghost.

This is Zhang Dong’s second feeling.

The ghost is overwhelming!

When the third feeling appeared in his mind, he woke up completely and opened his eyes.

In the darkness, a little black thing stood on him, taking advantage of the faint moonlight to see clearly. It seemed that when Zhang Dong observed this, he suddenly lifted the quilt and swept the little black thing on the quilt to the ground.

He exclaimed: "What the hell?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the ghost suddenly jumped into the bed.

“Hahahahahaha.”

A stiff laughter resounded throughout the room.

"Get out, get out, get out for me!"

Zhang Dong shouted, jumped off the other side of the bed, quickly turned on the bedside lamp, and the yellow light instantly pierced the darkness. He finally saw clearly what the ghost thing was, and he was actually a little clay man again.

The shape is not scary, with a round head, a round body, and a cute appearance. If it weren't for it, it would make a stiff and strange laugh. This is a very cute mud doll.

Zhang Dong picked up a slipper from the ground and walked to the other side of the bed, saying, "If you dare to move again, I will go over the slippers and smash you directly!"

“Hahahahahaha.”

The clay man was still smiling stiffly, as if mocking him. As he walked by, he thought, this clay man must be Wang Liang's latest work. Although he was not in tune, he would not deliberately put it in my room and tease me.

There is only one truth, it must have been released by Ying Zheng and he didn't run away.

Ying Zheng, you made me sleep hard in the middle of the night, you're done!

I walked over and was about to get the clay man, but I didn't expect that the clay man was very naughty and actually jumped to the other side of the bed.

Zhang Dong quickly ran to the other side of the bed to catch clay figures.

As a result, the clay man jumped back.

In this way, Zhang Dong went to the left, the clay man jumped to the right, and Zhang Dong went to the right, the clay man jumped to the left, grabbed back and forth, and repeatedly, just like Zhu Bajie catching his wife with his eyes covering his face.

A few minutes later, Zhang Dong looked at the clay man on the bed, pointed at it, and shouted angrily: "I count to three, you jump over by yourself, don't let me take it seriously, otherwise, you will be beaten up, three, two, one

Click five, one!".

The clay man is not a child, and he is not scared by the countdown three. He is still "hahahahahahahaha." His stiff smile makes Zhang Dong furious in an instant.

Pick up my pants and start sucking.

I wanted to use my pants to smash this hateful clay man directly.

The ideal is beautiful, the reality is cruel. I never expected that this clay man was like a rat, jumping up and down, but he couldn't get it. He was very flexible. After a few minutes, Zhang Dong put down his pants and changed into a down jacket with a larger area.

Continue to draw.

Two or three minutes later, I put down my down jacket, looked at the little clay man on the bed, sighed heavily, climbed onto the bed, fell asleep, and slept until dawn. After getting up, I found that clay man was not on the bed, so I searched everywhere.

I found the clay man lying quietly under the bed.

When I was taking the clay man this time, the clay man did not jump again. This can fully demonstrate that this thing is a product of the underworld. At night, it is more picking than anyone else, but at daytime, it becomes weak.

He was holding the clay man, and was about to go to the bathroom to dissolve the clay man in water. When he thought about it, Ying Zheng was so hurt that he caught the clay man for half a night, but he didn't sleep well and had to fight tooth. Therefore, Zhang Dong finished washing as quickly as possible and took it.

The clay man came to the restaurant.

Wang Liang is not here, probably not getting up yet.

Ying Zheng was eating meat pie in a big mouthful. When he saw him coming, he looked up at him, but said nothing, his face was full of smiles. No need to think about it, he must have laughed at him in his heart, and he was laughing very loudly.

He sat down, picked up a piece of meat pie, and ate it while saying, "Is there any happy event today? I'm so happy!"

"No!" Ying Zheng shook his head and looked at Zhang Dong who was very calm on the surface. The more he looked at him, the more he looked like a big evil person. He couldn't help it. He quickly swallowed the meat pie in his mouth, turned his head, and smiled at the sky for a long time.

.

“Hahahahahaha.”

Just as he was smiling, Wang Liang walked into the restaurant, looked at Ying Zheng who was smiling like a fool, and looked at him again with a dark face, as if he was as dark as the bottom of the pot, Zhang Dong seemed to understand something.

Without saying anything, he sat in his seat with a smile and started having breakfast.

Listening to Ying Zheng's unrestrained laughter, Zhang Dong gritted his teeth and forced the boundless anger in his heart. He took out the clay man and put it on the dining table. He smiled and said, "Brother Liang, this clay man is so magical. He can even dance.

When I came back yesterday, the clay man jumped to the bedside table and danced several dances. It was so interesting!"

After saying that, he put the clay man in his shirt pocket and even took a photo.

At this time, Ying Zheng stopped smiling, stared at Zhang Dong's pocket with bright eyes, and muttered to himself: "Is this clay man really that fun?"

Wang Liang and Zhang Dong met him when they were in school. They knew that he had a habit. Every time he said he was panicking and bragging, he liked to raise his eyebrows up. This time he was no exception. He must have wanted to take revenge on Ying Zheng.

It depends on whether Ying Zheng was fooled.

No surprise, Jiang is still old. Ying Zheng, a fledgling alien, was ultimately unable to defeat the cunning and experienced Blue Star natives, and said with a smile: "Is the clay man in your hands so fun?"

Zhang Dong didn't say anything, but just nodded calmly, picked up a pickled vegetable, put it in his mouth, chewed it gently, picked up a bowl, and drank a sip of millet porridge.

Ying Zheng looked at him with a calm look and muttered to himself: "Is this clay man really not scary at all, and even very fun?"

At this time, his curiosity had been completely raised. He wanted to know if what Zhang Dong said was true, but he was afraid of being played with by Zhang Dong. After thinking about it, he still couldn't suppress his curiosity and said with a smile.

: "Brother Liang, you can also make me a clay man like that!"

The little white mouse was delivered to the door, so of course he couldn't let it go. Wang Liang nodded simply and neatly.

After breakfast, Ying Zheng couldn't wait to follow Wang Liang to the workshop. Zhang Dong didn't go to the company as soon as possible, and also came to watch the fun. He mainly wanted to see the little clay man in his hand, which was both hateful and particularly magical.

How did you pinch it out? What special methods were used during this period?

Wang Liang opened the box on the table, took out a piece of square yellow mud from it, rubbed it back and forth for a few times, and the outline of the clay man came out. He picked up the small bamboo piece on the table, and began to press on the clay man continuously.

Two or three minutes later, a Tang Monk was pressed out and the details were carved. A vivid mud Tang Monk appeared in Wang Liang's hands.

"Give!"

Wang Liang handed the clay man to Ying Zheng and began to continue to pinch Chu Renmei. After he was almost done, he went to Chen Xiaochai's haunted house and put down the latest Chu Renmei. The progress bar would definitely increase faster.

After Ying Zheng got the Tang Monk clay figure, he shook in front of Zhang Dong's eyes, showed off, and walked out of the workshop with big strides. Zhang Dong looked at his happy back and said silently: "Wait until night, can you laugh?

Come out!".

In the blink of an eye, time comes to night.

Time difference, at this time, it was during the day in the free country. In the messy workshop, a middle-aged man with a yellow-haired beard and braided hair looked at the clay sculpture in front of him and said with a smile: "This World Art Exhibition,

My clay sculptures will definitely be praised by art lovers, and maybe I can win the Best Clay sculpture award.”

After saying that, I looked at the barrage on the screen and found that a barrage appeared very frequently.

He asked with a smile: "What are the terrifying clay man you are talking about?"

Netizens watching the live broadcast began to explain to him.

"It's a kind of demon clay man from the East. Every night, it will make strange laughs."

"The terrifying clay man comes from the East, and is a clay man who is despised by the gods."

"If the Horror Clay Man participates in the World Art Exhibition, he will definitely win the Best Clay Sculpture Award"

When he saw this, the middle-aged man started to sneer, how could those little clay figures in the East be comparable to the great Western clay sculptures, and how could clay figures make strange laughs?

Fake!

It must be fake!

At this time, one of the barrage caught his attention, "Master Carol, I have a terrifying clay man in my hand. Do you dare to ask for it?" He said without hesitation: "Of course, I'll send it to me now

, I will pay the postage, and I will start the live broadcast at that time to let you see the truth about the terrifying clay man.”

After saying that, I began to make clay sculptures.

It was already late at night in the Dragon Kingdom.

The snoring sounds in Ying Zheng's room were loud, sometimes like a frog yelling, sometimes like an electric drill drill drill drilling on the wall. Suddenly, the snoring sound came to an abrupt end. In the darkness, a sentence came, "Who, who is in the room?"

No one answered, and a needle fell in the room could be heard.

"Little Star, turn on the lights"

The room was extremely bright in an instant.

Ying Zheng got off the bed, walked to the computer desk, looked at the little clay man on the table, and said, "Are you talking just now?"

The clay man didn't move.
To be continued...