I dressed as a witch doll

When Wen Chi was vaguely conscious, he felt very uncomfortable.

He seemed to be lying on a boat in a storm, pitched up and down badly, and his back was still throbbing.

"Okay." A loud voice exploded in my ear.

Wen Chi, whose head was buzzing from the shock, couldn't help but twitched, followed by a thrilling fast flight in the air.

Wen Chi was so frightened that his heart almost burst out of his throat.

After a "swish" sound that seemed to come out of his head, he stopped in mid-air, his limbs dangling weakly.

He was completely awakened by the cold thing in his head.

His eyes finally focused, but he was so frightened that he found something in front of him that he lost his voice.

It was a huge head.

He had never seen anything so disgusting.

The huge pores are full of dark things, the cloudy eyes are white, and the secretions in the corners of the eyes are like piles of thick phlegm.

And in the wide open mouth below, the uneven teeth and the yellow tartar inside gave off a disgusting stench.

Facing the stench coming from around him, he almost fainted from nausea.

It wasn't until the head gradually receded that he could see clearly that it was a giant, with folds on his face layer upon layer, and he was too old to tell his gender.

Before he could take a closer look, the other party had already stood up and moved aside.

Wen Chi's gaze followed the man.

Then he found himself in a dark space with no limit, and the surrounding things were too big to imagine.

He seemed to be suspended in a square, surrounded by many tools that were obviously used by giants, scissors, hammers, needles, and various other things that Wen Chi couldn't identify.

What was even more frightening was that when Wen Chi swayed and looked to the side, he saw that the people hanging beside him turned out to be humanoid monsters with wide-eyed eyes!

Black and dull eyes without whites, a huge mouth sealed with needlework, and stiff limbs posing in corpse-like movements.

Wen Chi Haoxuan was not so frightened that he couldn't breathe.

But then Wen Chi felt that his panic was ridiculous.

Because looking carefully, he found that those things were not living things at all, but just huge straw people.

Immediately afterwards, he saw the giant casually pick up a straw man hanging on an iron hook, and stuff a small bottle the size of a giant's fingernail into the small opening on the back of the man.

Then the man murmured a few words with a needle as thick as an iron bar, and poked it here and there a few times.

Wen Chi guessed that they might be testing the quality of the straw man or something.

The giant was probably not satisfied, and after a while, he threw the straw man into the brazier beside him.

Not knowing why, Wen Chi shivered subconsciously.

And after a few days, he knew that the world was full of malice towards him.

He found himself in a dark workshop of toy straw figures, and he turned out to be one of the straw figures!

Leaving aside the question of "who am I and where am I?" Wen Chi was stunned.

Just how he felt when he saw the owner of the workshop throwing the unsatisfactory straw man into the brazier again.

Anyway, very desperate.

A good grass man, no matter how bad it is, it is made with effort, why must it be so picky, can't it be given a way out?

The workshop owner's answer to this question was to throw a straw man in front of Wen Chi into the brazier again.

It's like the straw man made by the other party before, but none of them met the requirements.

Since the technology is so poor, just don't waste straw, okay!

But this matter is beyond Wen Chi's control.

What's worse is that the number of straw figures in front of Wen Chi has decreased one by one, and the newly made straw figures are all hung behind Wen Chi.

This also means that the time for Wen Chi to be thrown into the brazier is getting closer.

He doesn't have the illusion that he can pass the quality inspection now.

After watching the old man's straw man for a few days, he felt that it was absolutely impossible to make any high-quality things.

Take a few straws and twist them casually, what good things can be made?

The development of modern history tells us that if technology does not improve, we can only suffer from poverty for a lifetime!

Either step on shit luck and make a straw man like him, and you can make a few small money.

Yes, Wen Chi is the only straw man in this workshop who can move by himself.

He didn't know why he was special, he thought everyone was the same.

It wasn't until he chatted with his big brother for a long time without getting a response that he realized that he was the pile of shit at the feet of the owner of the workshop.

However, he didn't know what kind of treatment he would receive after his identity as a shit was exposed.

A moving straw man?

When Wen Chi thought about it, goosebumps were about to stand up.

Especially this grass man is also very ugly.

Round head, stubby limbs, nothing at the extremities, let alone hands and feet.It was completely bare, and its two eyes were nailed with dusty, charcoal-like things.

And the mouth that he thought was sewn up, but in fact it couldn't be opened and closed at all, it was just a wavy pattern sewn with thread.

This made his speech slurred as if he couldn't open his mouth. If he was not careful, he could make a little milky voice, which made people get goosebumps.

With such materials and techniques, the things made are not noble at all, isn't it?

can earn money!You deserve to be poor all your life!

Thinking of this, Wen Chi glanced unbalancedly at a straw figure that the old man was making.

Not to mention the eyes that are as smooth and shiny as black pearls, there are hands and feet on the limbs, five distinct fingers, and a tongue made of red cloth in the open mouth.

Just the grass used by the other party, Wen Chi looked at it and felt that it was whiter than his own.

There is no need to treat them differently!

What made Wen Chi jealous the most was that the newly made straw man still had clothes to wear.

She was dressed in a white robe with yellow borders, and even had a golden crown on her head.

Wen Chi bet, that thing is definitely made of gold!

The color and workmanship are definitely worth the money!

If he put so much effort into every straw man he made, why would he need to burn every one of them.

Too much isn't it!

The most exaggerated thing is that the newly made straw man was not hung on the wall with his head inserted into the hook like them, but was placed in a box covered with red cloth.

The only difference is that the old man used to be a straw man, and he would put a small bottle in the opening on the back of the straw man before the quality inspection.

But this new straw man was put in a small bottle as soon as it was done.

After finishing all this, the old man put the lid on the box and left it on the table, then got up and left.

The dark room fell silent again.

After a while, Wen Chi rolled his immobile eyeballs, raised his fat arms, hugged the hook stuck in his head, and pulled himself off it with all his strength.

Then he landed lightly on the table.

As for the straw man, it doesn't matter much. This is probably the only advantage.

Then Wen Chi quickly ran to the side of the box, opened the lid with all his strength, and smiled grimly at the newly made gorgeous straw man inside.

In fact, he had thought about how to escape from here before.

Although he can temporarily avoid the fate of being burned to death by changing the order in which the straw figures are hung.

But this is only temporary.

Now, looking at this new partner who obviously won't fall into the brazier, Wen Chi finally thought of a countermeasure.

He stretched out his hand like a wretched man who hasn't seen a girl for a long time, stripped off the new grass man, and took off the golden tiara he had coveted for a long time.

Although the crown was fixed with thin needles, Wen Chi shuddered at the thought of inserting the needles into his head.

But a man is a big man, he has been hanged through his brain with an iron hook, so what are you afraid of!

Wen Chi quickly turned the new grass man over, gritted his teeth, and with two thick arms without palms, finally unscrewed the cloth button on the other's back, and took out the small bottle.

Although he didn't know what the purpose of this thing was, it was always right to take it away first.

After finishing all this quickly, Wen Chi stood on tiptoe and hung the stripped new straw man behind.

Apparently this new straw man looks a little different from the others even though he was stripped naked.

So he had to hang it on the back, so that it would not be easy to be found at a distance.

As for his own place, he replaced it with a straw man who looked exactly like him.

After finishing all this, Wen Chi hurried back to the box and put on his clothes, but he was worried about the little bottle.

The arm made of straw, not to mention no palm, is also thick and short.

It is impossible for him to get his back, let alone stuff something into it.

Just as he was hesitating, footsteps came from outside the door.

Wen Chi was startled, and quickly jumped into the box, "knocked" and snapped off the lid.

With a "squeak", the door was opened.

The two voices overlapped perfectly, so that those who entered the door did not notice anything unusual.

Wen Chi in the box only felt that he was sitting in the boat in the storm again, which made him dizzy.

Wen Chi, who was nervous, seized the time and bared his teeth and pierced the golden crown on his head, then wiped his eyeballs vigorously with his arm, trying to polish them brighter, and then stuffed the small bottle into his penis.

The box shook for a long time, and Wen Chi guessed that the old man took the box out.

He didn't expect the straw man to be sold so quickly this time.

Sure enough, high investment and fast return!

"Is this the one?" A thick male voice suddenly sounded.

Wen Chi held his breath for a moment.

"That's right." After the old man finished speaking, he suddenly opened the lid of the box.

Wen Chi maintained a look as if he had accidentally rolled over in a box, with his head slightly tilted, his robe covering his feet, and his hands under his body.

That way the old man couldn't see his whole face.

In fact, the old man didn't look at it very much, he just opened the lid of the box to show the other party.

Then the old man put a small purse beside Wen Chi, "The needle is inside."

Wen Chi didn't know how the buyer would react, anyway, the lid of the box was quickly closed, and then there was a bumpy journey that he would never want to recall.

He guessed that if the small bottle was in his vest, he would probably spit it out in disgust.

But if you can survive this way, then everything you are suffering now is worth it.

He swears that he will be a conscientious doll in the future, accompany his master and make him happy and laugh.

As long as the other party doesn't dislike his shoddy work, he can accompany the other party for a lifetime.

Thinking of this, Wen Chi tightly clamped the small bottle in his chest, and passed out peacefully amidst a burst of dizziness.