No one dared to answer for a moment. Under the strong momentum, it was difficult to even breathe. It was more like someone was pinching their necks, and they couldn't squeeze out a word.

Lei Gong was sweating like rain, but he still had to beg for mercy: "Please, please give us another chance, general..."

"I'm willing to give you a chance, but I only like people who are capable."

The soldiers pushed a cart of wood, and it all fell to the ground with a crash.

Yu Wensheng pushed and stroked the mask, his red lips slightly curved: "It's better than this. Who knows the original appearance of this pile of wood, then I will spare that person."

The pile of wood was oddly shaped, but an experienced carpenter would know at a glance that it had been deliberately dismantled. Unless it was completely spliced ​​together, it would be impossible to guess what it was.

But there are so many wooden parts, and there are no drawings or styles. It is not easy to piece them all together.

Seeing their trembling and hesitant looks, Wei Yao narrowed his fox eyes and added pressure: "The time limit is one stick of incense. If you haven't pieced together one after one stick of incense... it means that they are all incompetent people. Leave them alone."

What’s the use?”

Even though Wei Yao usually has a playful and smiling face, he is actually the most ruthless and ruthless when doing business.

Someone nearby brought a stick of incense and lit it.

Time gained weight at this moment. They saw the stick of incense burning shorter and shorter, and their hearts beating faster and faster. It was like a guillotine hanging around their necks, getting closer and closer.

Finally, a carpenter climbed out and ran into the pile of wood, groping around and checking.

Finally, when he saw a familiar seal carving on an inconspicuous place on a piece of wood, he suddenly gained confidence.

After searching for a while, I finally found sixteen wooden blocks with the same seal in a pile of complicated wood.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and started piecing together.

He had an impression of the finished product in his mind, but after all, it was his first time trying to put it together completely, and the process had not been smooth. Seeing the incense stick burning shorter and shorter, he was so anxious that he was covered in sweat and his fingers were trembling.

.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry..."

He kept urging himself, but until the incense burned out, he still had only a semi-finished product in his hands.

"Time's up, you failed."

His pupils were dilated and his face was as pale as a ghost.

A cold light flashed, and a bloodstain appeared on his neck, followed by a thin spurt of blood, staining the yellow soil on the ground red.

The strong smell of blood filled the air, irritating many people to gag, including Zheng Quchi.

Wang Zebang stepped forward, picked up the semi-finished product from the dead man's hand, and handed it to Yu Wensheng.

I saw him rubbing the carving on the wooden surface and laughing softly.

This is a "?" character.

"It turns out to be from Nan Chen..." It's a pity that they were reluctant to send some high-level craftsmen to lurk, otherwise it wouldn't be just a semi-finished product.

As soon as he looked around, Wei Yao got the order and continued: "Next stick of incense."

Looking at the people lying in a pool of blood, everyone was silent and in shock.

But this time, one person learned his lesson and ran out first as soon as the incense was lit. He knelt down in the pile of wood and started pulling it up quickly.

Unlike the previous person who touched the mark, he identified the color of the wood and found dozens of pieces of wood that were made of special materials, the same type, and the same color, and then picked out the familiar mortise and tenon structure from them.

Come on, come on, he'll get it done soon.

Just when the last piece of wood was about to be embedded, a cold light passed by his eyes. The next second, the ecstasy on his face was frozen, and he fell straight to the ground.

"It's a pity that the fragrance...has gone out." Yu Wensheng said regretfully.

Destroyed?!

Others looked incredulous.

Zheng Quchi was also stunned at this time.

Just now she saw that there was one centimeter of incense left, but it burned out in an instant.

Wei Yao: "Go on, next stick of incense."

At this time, Zheng Quchi and others had already understood that General Yuwen was not letting them live. He was clearly playing tricks on them. This was basically setting up a Hongmen Banquet.

This time the incense burned half a column, and no one dared to take the risk.

"What's wrong? You don't even want to live?"

Maybe they were betting that he wouldn't be so crazy as to actually kill them all.

Incense embers.

Yu Wensheng raised his thin eyelids, clearly smiling, but murmuring like a devil.

"The time has come. If you don't want to live, then let's all die."

Zheng Quchi raised his face in horror. When he saw the soldiers behind him arranging their postures neatly, the silver-armored and feathered soldiers put on their bows and arrows expressionlessly.

Suddenly, the heavy shadow of death hit my heart.

A carpenter's psychological defense collapsed: "No, don't, I'll try, I can do it."

He raised his hands and shouted in panic.

"It's too late."

Poof - an arrow pierced through the heart.

Another body fell to the ground.

Everyone looked gray and stayed in place.

Just when everyone thought they were certain to die, Yu Wensheng seemed to be amused by their expressions. He stroked the back of his flawless white gloves and said, "Okay, I'll give you another chance. Who will come?"

This time, after a moment of dead silence, a carpenter with weak limbs got up.

He seemed to have a goal in mind. He quickly found the part he wanted from the pile, and then quickly put it together. The prototype was quickly formed, and then he enriched the structure and finally took shape.

Done!

What about time?

He looked to the side with fear.

...There is half a stick of incense left.

Only now did his stiff and trembling cheeks calm down.

"I've put it together."

Yuwen Sheng's eyes flashed with a flash of red, and he sighed with admiration and admiration: "Sure enough, there is still something powerful, let me see."

Wei Yao stepped forward to take it away and handed it to Yu Wensheng, who looked at it casually.

"Yes, it's very complete, but do you know what this is?"

The carpenter was shocked when he heard this and said, "No, I don't know."

Hearing this, Yu Wensheng smiled meaningfully and said: "This is a hanging beam hook made by the Beiyuan Kingdom. Except for the military craftsmen of the Beiyuan Kingdom, few people know its existence. There is a hidden weapon in it, which is extremely sharp.

, can pierce the hard city wall, do you want to try it?"

When the carpenter heard this, he felt like he was struck by thunder, and he immediately understood that he had been deceived.

When he was about to run away, an ink thread penetrated his chest and he fell to the ground.

"Look, it's really powerful. It can even penetrate human bones easily."

He did not hesitate to give positive praise, but in the next second he lowered his eyes sullenly and slightly raised his red lips: "It's a pity that our Ye country's waste has never been able to produce anything good."

These words were not loud enough, but they were so frightening that all the craftsmen in the room started to tremble on the spot.

Zheng Quchi looked at General Yuwen of Ye State, his palms were all wet with sweat, and he felt that he seemed to have a serious illness.

Even though everyone had tried their best, he still killed them.

The smiling tiger is different from what he looks like.

Killer keeps laughing.

But he was clearly irritable and unhappy inside, so why did he smile so happily?

"...Why did the general want to kill him?" Someone finally couldn't help but speak out.

Yu Wensheng threw the wall-mounted hook in his hand to the ground with a bang.

"Are you questioning this general?"

"You said you would give us a chance, but if we don't fight, we will die. What kind of chance is this?"

"To die on something he created by himself is already the greatest grace I have given him. Otherwise, would I also give you a grace?"

The archers behind Yu Wensheng were already ready to attack. This time, the murderous intention seemed to be substantial, but the courage of the craftsmen inspired by anger was instantly extinguished.

They were frightened and kowtowed desperately for mercy.

"Spare your life, General."

"Please, don't kill us, we don't want grace, we just want to live."

The archer never fired because Yu Wensheng had not given the order yet.

And Yu Wensheng seemed to have been waiting for a certain person. Just when his patience ran out, he finally heard it.

"I'm willing to give it a try."
Chapter completed!