On the canvas, the woman in white locked on an invisible iron chain, with blood stains and long hair scattered down to cover her face. She could only see a lifeless face vaguely through her hair.

Yan Han sighed and said in a low voice: "I have nothing to do with my skin when I am ordered to paint the skin! Life and death are destined to be together, and I will be separated by two different things! Don't talk nonsense when you go to the Huangquan! Yin and Yang are separated by each other, go one side!"

While chanting in a low voice, he packed up his easel brushes, his movements were slow, like a premature old man.

The iron door opened with a clamor, and the cold woke up.

It's dawn.

A ray of sky light shone through the iron gate and shone into the death row prison underground. The old jailer cursed, holding a lantern in his hand, followed by a dark gold guard wearing a black official uniform and a dark gold pattern with a dark gold robe. He came in to check the life and death of the painter.

After the cobbler finished painting, if he was not dead, as long as he could move, he would knock on the iron door of the prison and leave this gloomy and cold place as early as possible.

After dawn, the prison guard opened the door and checked. By default, the cobbler had died suddenly.

"You... are not dead?!"

Seeing that Yan Han was not dead, the two of them were just shocked to ask questions, and then turned around and left without saying a word.

The cold packed up the things, followed them out, went to the Dark Gold Guard, handed over the death row paintings, and returned the brushes and other objects.

"Wait!" Yan Han was about to turn around, and the dark golden guard behind him shouted in a low voice.

"What are your instructions?" Yan Han turned around and asked.

The Dark Gold Hou Wei was a middle-aged man with his eyes flashing, looking at Yan Han, and asked, "What's wrong with the death row prisoner?"

"Dead."

"Yes." The Dark Gold Waiter refused to comment.

Yan Han said respectfully: "If there is nothing else, my whole body will be cold, so I have to go back and rest quickly."

The dark gold waiter nodded and lowered his voice and said, "Will that pill still exist?"

Yan Han felt funny in his heart.

He guessed that these people would take pills. If not, he would have to find a chance to give this dark gold waiter some money and find a way to get out the death row prisoner who was in a state of fake death.

Now, the initiative in this matter is in your own hands and there is great potential.

He nodded silently.

"You have three, eat one, and two more." Dark Gold Hou Wei whispered, "Listen, you can sell one of two pills, and leave one!"

Yan Han shook his head and said, "No, this is a life-saving pill for the painter. It is hard to find a thousand gold coins, how could he sell it!"

The dark gold waiter curled his lips and sneered, "Man dies for money, birds die for food! How about it? I am kind to support you, don't want to toast and not eat and drink!"

Yan Han was funny in his heart.

Although the cobbler is an extremely low-key profession and earns money from dead people, he is registered by the government and has a lot of knowledge. Concubine Xiao is suppressed by him. He is a casual official, but no one dares to have the idea of ​​a cobbler.

If Song Yangguan's elixir was not too tempting, this Dark Gold Guard would not have such a bold idea to make the cold cold.

Yan Han replied respectfully: "Thank you for your support. It's just about life and death. No cobbler will sell it for life and death. Please give me a gift!"

The soft nail was pushed back and poked the lung tube, making the dark gold guard's face turn red and black.

Obviously this is not the first soft nail to be pushed back.

He had to take a breath, put away the majesty of the official, and smiled gently, "Don't rush to refuse! Someone offered a big price! You're satisfied with it!"

"Oh?!" Yan Han was a little interested.

"Ten twelve silver patterns!" The dark gold waiter's voice was lowered, and he stretched out his fingers to gesture.

Yan Han glanced at him, turned around and left.

What a joke! Ten taels of silver!

"Wait!" The Dark Gold Houwei quickly shouted Yan Han, "What price do you... want?"

He finally caught a person who was intent, and he was ready to spend a lot of money.

Yan Han turned around and stretched out his five fingers and shook them.

"Fifty taels...silence?" The dark gold guard looked happy.

"No, fifty taels of gold!" Yan Han said affirmatively.

He was just a test.

Yan Han was not sure how much this pill is worth. The so-called hard to find a thousand gold is definitely an exaggeration. But for merchants who have money but have no power, Song Yangguan's pills are really not available even if they have money.

The dark gold waiter twitched on his face, took a deep breath, and bargained: "Fifty taels of gold, you can go and grab the money house! Ten taels of gold, no more!"

Yan Han didn't talk nonsense to him, turned around and left!

Unexpectedly, the man whispered to him again and kept saying, "Fifty taels of gold are impossible at all, lower it! lower it again!"

"Forty taels of gold!" Yan Han knew roughly, "Add two more conditions."

The dark gold waiter was overjoyed, smiled, and almost nodded and bowed, and kept saying, "Okay, okay, say, say!"

This transaction, as long as you change the transaction, you will get at least twenty or thirty taels of gold!

The cobbler in front of him is no longer a low cobbler, but his God of Wealth!

The cold and slowly rectified, and when the request was raised, the dark gold waiter fell to his heart. He agreed without hesitation and turned around and went to handle it.

The two agreed to discuss the details, and each smiled and scolded each other "SB", and they were all happy.

...

In the severe cold, I left the prison for death row, had a good meal, packed a lot of cooked food, bought gold needles, coarse cloth clothes and other items, and returned to the woodshed where I lived.

The woodshed was neatly tidy. Unexpectedly, the father and daughter had already left.

Yan Han sighed and felt a lot of emotion.

Life is sometimes so wonderful and so by chance. They can reunite with one another as long as they wait for an extra day.

But now, many twists and turns will arise suddenly.

Not long after, less than three o'clock, an inconspicuous carriage arrived and stopped on the side of the mass grave.

Several people carried a thin coffin and entered the mass grave. The leader was a big belly merchant, accompanied by the dark gold guard, who was just wearing casual clothes.

The cold kept silent and followed.

In the mass grave, there was no one seen. Several people dug a hole, put the thin coffin into the hole, bowed to the man with a big belly, and went back and forth.

The dark gold waiter nodded to Yan Han and whispered: "Fortunately, I'm not humiliating my fate!"

This person is a steward's meal and speaks kindly.

Yan Han nodded, opened the thin coffin, and the death row prisoner who was in a state of fake death was lying quietly inside, with a black aura on his body, covering the dormant vitality inside.

There were also a few small black cloth bags on her, with forty taels of gold and forty taels of silver. One tael of gold is worth ten taels of silver, but according to the market price, it can often be exchanged for thirteen or four taels of silver. Just one pill sold nearly five hundred taels of white silver!

The cobbler worked hard in one night, only 5 pieces of stacked seal treasures, that is, 500 cents, and it was only half a tael of silver!
Chapter completed!