Du Kang looked around and realized that this was the entrance of the two main rooms. There was an empty aisle in the middle of the room. There was a coffin on both sides of the aisle, and there were paper men, horses, and cows placed against the wall. The strangest thing was that Du Kang saw a paper Maserati and a beautiful woman in uniform with a voluptuous figure.
"Oh my god, this paper is too avant-garde."
Du Kang touched the tip of his nose and was about to reach out to touch the Maserati. Suddenly, a loud and energetic male voice came from the next room. Before the person arrived, the voice had already been heard.
"Haha, Weiwei, are you here to make trouble again?
Where's Lao Wang?
He told me last time … "The door curtain was lifted, and a handsome middle-aged man with an apron and an LCD TV in his arms walked out.
"Who are you?"
The handsome man bumped into Du Kang, and they were both stunned. The handsome man put the TV aside and looked past Du Kang to see Weiwei, who was sitting on the coffin and swinging her legs. "Hey, Weiwei, who is he?"
"Ah, he is Du Kang, my contractor. You can call him Xiao Pang," Weiwei jumped down from the coffin and walked to Du Kang. She patted Du Kang's shoulder and said, "Sherlie, I'm here to ask you to help him make a magic weapon. A peach wood sword or an Eight Trigram Mirror will do."
"Oh, that's easy. Follow me in, this is not a good place to talk," Sherlie said as he led Weiwei and Du Kang into the backyard and pushed open the door of the east room.
When the door opened, a strong smell of engine oil and a pungent smell assaulted their nostrils. Sherlie was used to it, so he walked straight in. Weiwei and Du Kang could not help but cover their noses.
"Sherlie, didn't I tell you to put some sandalwood incense in the room?" Weiwei covered her nose and mouth with one hand and fanned herself with the other.
"It's too troublesome. You know I hate trouble. Sandalwood incense? It's good enough to have mosquito incense. You two don't have to be so demanding," Sherlie said as he turned on the lights in the room.
"Damn, I didn't know!" Du Kang was stunned by what he saw.
From the outside, it seemed to be the size of the east room. However, when they walked in, they realized how big it was. It was at least 200 square meters. Du Kang looked around and understood what was going on.
It turned out that Sherlie had bought the neighboring yard and sealed it up. The entire yard was connected and became a large operation room. There was a ten-square-meter fiberglass partition at the left corner. It was a pity that the curtains were drawn, so Sherlie couldn't see what was hidden inside.
The other parts of the operation room were filled with large and small machine tools. Some were fully automatic, while others were purely manual. The entire workshop was standardized. Du Kang also saw many semi-finished weapons on the wall. Among them were mainly peach wood swords. There were also some rosary beads, magic staffs, and the like.
"I'm customizing a magic weapon for you, right? What are you used to using? Peach wood sword?
Date wood sword?
Monk staff or magic saber?
I have many samples here. You can try them out. "
Sherlie brought Du Kang and Weiwei to the innermost part of the workshop. It was a space of about 20 square meters. There were many completed weapons hanging on the wall. There were also some strange clothes around. Some looked like bulletproof vests, while others were the armors of ancient warriors. What attracted Du Kang the most was the electronic equipment that took up an entire wall in the east. It looked very high-end.
Sherlie let Du Kang try them out as he was reassured with Weiwei around. Then, he brought Weiwei to get the custom-made items.
Du Kang loved cold weapons like knives, spears, swords, and halberds since he was young. Of course, he also liked hot firearms like AK and Thomson rifles. However, due to the country's restrictions, hot firearms couldn't be bought, so he could only use cold weapons to satisfy his craving. Moreover, Du Kang had been practicing martial arts since he was young, so he was familiar with these weapons. Now, Du Kang still had two big poles that he used to practice martial arts in his house.
He cupped his chin and looked at it for a long time. Then, he took a magic saber from the wall. The shape of the magic saber resembled a broadsword used during the anti-Japanese war. It had a wide back and a thin blade. It could kill without a trace of blood. Both sides of the saber were engraved with words that Du Kang couldn't understand. The words were densely packed and formed the shape of two flying dragons. It was smeared with a red paint.
Du Kang could still recognize a basic magic weapon like cinnabar when he was with Weiwei.
He put the magic saber on his left arm and touched the blade with his thumb. Soon, the blade was unsheathed. He looked at the saber up and down. Its design was simple but luxurious. It was a typical low-key luxury with meaning. It was simply too cool.
He casually waved it twice and performed the "Night Battle Eight Directions Hidden Saber Style". He weighed the magic saber in his hand, frowned, and hung it back in its original position.
"Ah, this is not bad!"
Du Kang's gaze fell on a Buddhist staff that looked like a fire stick in the corner of the wall. Holding it in his hand, he felt the smooth wooden surface. The texture was fine and firm, it was a good piece of wood. Both ends of the Buddhist staff were sealed with red copper, and there were a total of one hundred and eight lotus flower nails nailed on it.
"The weight is not right."
Du Kang felt that the weight of the Buddhist staff was a bit too heavy. It was far heavier than the weight of the wood itself. He held the staff with one hand and slapped the center of the Buddhist staff. With a muffled sound, the two ends of the Buddhist staff trembled continuously. There was a subtle rustling sound from the Buddhist staff. "Ah, no wonder it was filled with mercury. I'm glad you thought of it."
The practice of pouring heavy metals such as mercury into a hollow weapon to increase the weight of the weapon was common since ancient times. One of the most typical examples was the old general Huang Zhong, Huang Hansheng, who was one of the Five Tiger Generals of Shu Han during the Three Kingdoms period. He wielded a "Mountain Cleaving Saber of the Sun and Moon", which, together with the "Green Dragon Crescent Moon Saber" of the Martial Sage, was known as the "Twin Dragons".
"The weight is not bad. It's also passable. It's just that the shape …" Du Kang rolled his eyes and imagined. If he carried such a thing to meet people in the future, he would probably make them laugh to death. Moreover, it was very likely that he would be sent to the mental hospital by the police. He shook his head hard to get rid of such a terrible image and resentfully put the Buddhist staff back.
"How is it? Are you done choosing?"
While Du Kang was testing the weapons, Sherlie and Weiwei had already returned. Sherlie crossed his arms and looked at Du Kang. He comforted him, "It's okay, young man. That thing is too heavy. It's normal that you can't use it. You can try other weapons. The peach wood sword is very good." He reached out to pick a peach wood sword for Du Kang to try.
Du Kang turned to look at Weiwei with a bitter face. "Sister Chu, the weapons here are too light. It's not convenient to use them. The weight of this Buddhist staff is passable, but the shape … is too low." Du Kang recalled the image he had imagined and could not help but feel a chill.