Not long after I closed my eyes, I clearly felt that I had entered a dream.

It’s not that I’ve never had dreams, it’s just that I’ve never had such a clear understanding that I was dreaming.

It felt like someone had forcibly pulled me into another person's memory and replaced the protagonist of the story with me.

The difference between warlocks and ordinary people is that they rarely dream!

In the eyes of practitioners, dreams have never been a scientifically explained phenomenon, but rather represent some kind of omen. Or simply, they are trapped in some kind of ghostly puzzle.

I saw a pair of master and apprentice, a warlock. I was like a bystander, standing openly near the warlock's home, watching every move of the master and apprentice.

The sorcerer's name is Baishou Zhang, which means: While others have one hand for doing things, he has one hundred hands.

Baishou Zhang's apprentice took his surname and called him Zhang Bufan.

Baishou Zhang's name was so loud that I thought he was just a groceries seller. There was no signboard at Baishou Zhang's door, but people never stopped coming to him to buy things.

Baishou Zhang didn't need to tell those people what they wanted to buy. He arranged for them to sit down in the yard, drank a cup of tea with them, chatted for a few words, then turned around and went into the house, wrapped something in red cloth and handed it to them.

Tell him where to put this thing when you take it back, and how long to put it there before taking it off, and it will be considered a deal.

I've seen the things in the house, and they're all bits and pieces, including sewing needles, carpenter's wedges, white porcelain bowls, writing brushes, and weights.

Even if a room full of things is piled together, it won't be worth much money, but the customers who come to the door will give hundreds of hands money ingots.

I always felt that those people were out of their minds. They came to give money respectfully and had to abide by the three rules of Baishou Zhang:

Article 1: Guests are not allowed to enter. No matter it is windy or rainy, guests must sit in the courtyard.

The second rule is, don’t talk nonsense. I have what you want, and I will sell it to you naturally. If I don’t have it, you can find someone else, and don’t get entangled here.

If someone really messes with Baishou Zhang, he will not give the other person good things to eat.

Article 3: Don’t sell clay figurines.

The thing that holds the most in Baishou Zhang's hands is really a clay figurine.

When he wasn't doing business, he was making clay figures in his house.

I make one clay figure every year. Before each time I make a clay figurine, I measure how tall Zhang Bufan has grown. The figure of the clay figurine is exactly the same as that of Zhang Bufan.

I have always suspected that Baishou Zhang used Zhang Bufan as a mold to make clay figurines, but the faces of the clay figurines he made were always covered with white cloth, so you could only see the outline of the facial features, but not the face.

But I vaguely felt that the outlines of those clay figurines were somewhat similar to those of Baishou Zhang and Zhang Bufan.

What's even more strange is that every year on Zhang Bufan's birthday, Baishou Zhang would dress the clay figurine in Zhang Bufan's clothes, put the clay figurine in a water tank, and take it away with the water tank.

As for Zhang Bufan, he never told him where he sent the vat.

Zhang Bufan is only ten years old. When he is very curious, he is always wondering what is going on with those clay figurines.

Once, Zhang Bufan took the clay figurine out of the water tank and sat in the tank to see where Baishou Zhang was going.

As a result, Baishou Zhang was pulled out of the tank and beaten: "Bear thing, do you think the clay figurine is bigger than you and sinks with you?"

Zhang Bufan was right when he thought about it. Baishou Zhang was carrying the water tank on his back, so he would definitely be able to feel the difference in weight.

Putting two more shovels of soil into the vat won't do the trick. If the meat hits the vat or the mud collides with the vat, it won't make a sound. He will still have to be beaten if he gets in by himself.

Zhang Bufan thought about it and finally came up with a trick that his master had used.

Before Baishou Zhang goes out, he quietly connects a red thread to his heel, and he guards the thread windlass and waits for Baishou Zhang to go out.

As soon as Baishou Zhang walked away, the thread reel began to spin. After a while, the thread reel stopped. Zhang Bufan probably rested somewhere because Baishou Zhang was tired from walking, and quickly ran forward to catch up.

I kept chasing them to see what was going on.

When I saw Baishou Zhang from a distance, the thread reel in Zhang Bufan's hand moved again.

Zhang Bufan was afraid that his master would turn around and see him following him, so he hid behind a tree. When the roller stopped, Zhang Bufan chased forward again.

Zhang Bufan chased him out three times before he felt something was wrong and stopped on the mountain road.

The back figure I saw from so far away didn't look like Baishou Zhang.

The other party was wearing a blue cloth suit and a black top hat on his head, walking up the mountain with his waist bent.

Seen from behind, the man was in his seventies and eighties, but he walked with a brisk pace.

That man is not a hundred hands!

Where did the Hundred Hands Zhang go?

Why is the red thread in Zhang Bufan's hand still following that person?

Zhang Bufan must have been frightened at that time. He threw away the thread reel and wanted to run back. But before he could run a few steps, he saw the old man standing in front of me.

The old man stood on the way down the mountain with his back to Zhang Bufan, blocking him halfway up the mountain.

Zhang Bufan had to walk past him if he wanted to go down the mountain, but Zhang Bufan didn't dare to move his feet.

Zhang Buyan stood behind him and watched for a long time, almost crying.
Chapter completed!