Chapter 84 White Statue II

"Come on, bring the rope, and the hanging wheel, come on!" James recovered and shouted.

"You can't take it out. This is a statue of Satan in hell. It will bring disaster! It should be buried back and let him sleep in the ground forever!" Thomas also reacted from distractedness, took James's arm in a panic and shouted.

James shook off Thomas' hand, stared at a pair of big horse lantern-like eyes and roared, "Get out of here, old man, what a statue of Satan, how did you know it was a statue of Satan? I don't know what Satan is or Satan. All I know is that this thing can be sold at a good price. He turned around and stared at the other workers: "What are you stupid pigs looking at? Get the rope."

Although James roared, no one went to get the rope. The little Jack, who was going to get the rope, also stopped and looked at Thomas and the white stone statue, which was still half buried in the dark soil, at a loss.

Thomas is still shouting from the devil and Satan. Thomas is the oldest in it. These workers all like this old man in his fifties with a pleated face. More importantly, there is such a white statue buried in the ground of more than five meters. This statue is really strange.

When Thomas saw that James was unmoved, he knelt down and put his hands on his chest and began to pray: "God warned Moses not to carve idols for himself, nor to make any image like things in heaven, under the earth, under the earth, and in the water. Do not kneel down to those statues, nor serve them, for I, the Lord, your God, is a jealous God. He who hates me, I will redress his sin, from the Father and the Son, to three or four generations; and those who love me and keep my commandments, I will show mercy to them to a thousand generations.

Listening to Thomas's prayer, the workers knelt down and began to pray with Thomas. He closed his eyes and began to read the second commandment of the Ten Commandments of Moses.

At this time, only James was still standing next to the white statue, and the rest of the workers knelt down. James was obviously afraid of this feeling of isolation.

James's brother is in the antique business. Although the relationship between them is not good, it does not prevent him from envying his brother's wealth, so he pays attention to antiques as much as he pays attention to his brother's gold coins. Although he does not know the exact value of the statue, he believes that it can be sold at a good price. Although he is afraid of this isolation, he prefers the glittering gold.

"Who will bring me a rope to help me carry this statue out? I'll give him ten pence, no! Three shillings, how about this? This is thirty-six pence. You poor people can't earn so much in a month. The beautiful girls on Stinda Street are worth the price. You can have fun for two whole nights. How's it going?" James shouted.

The workers had a disturbance and looked at each other. Thirty-six pence was not a small amount, enough to shake people's faith. However, the crowd just **. Before this ** was finished, James shouted, "Okay! Four shillings, that's all. Come on, guys! The fragrant bodies of beautiful girls are waiting for you.

"Listen, I only need ten people! I don't want one more."

I have to say that James is an excellent demagogue. His goal has been achieved. The first person to stand up was little Jack, and then several workers behind him stood up. Ten people immediately gathered enough. Of course, there were also slow reactions that did not grab the quota.

James laughed at Thomas, who was kneeling in front of the stone statue and praying, "How do you know this is not an angel? Aren't all demons black? Look, this statue is so white, as white as a girl's chest, dear Thomas brothers? With that, he spit fiercely in front of Thomas. It's probably to vent the anger of losing four shillings for nothing.

"Dear little Jack, can't your beautiful wife satisfy you? The girls on Stinda Street are not as beautiful as your wife. James rudely patted little Jack's thin shoulder and made fun of him.

Little Jack didn't say anything and ran to the distance and dragged a bundle of ropes.

After ten people started, the pulleys were installed. James personally tied the rope circle by circle on the ** half of the statue. It can be seen that James's craftsmanship is not bad, and the circle of rope is enough to hang an elephant.

Thomas knew that he could no longer stop it, so he had to close his eyes and continue to pray.

James pulled the rope to make sure it was tied tightly. He waved his hand and his throat and shouted, "Young men, give me the strength to breastfeed and pull this baby out."

With James's shouting, little Jack and ten other workers began to work hard. The pulley is a good thing that can easily pull up items heavier than yourself. It is obviously very easy for ten people to pull a statue that is relatively not too big.

The soil around the white stone statue began to loosen, and then the soil made a sound, and the unwilling white stone statue with the earth was pulled out of the dark soil.

The white stone statue swayed in the air, and the soil pasted on it began to peel off one after another. Only then did people see the original appearance of the white stone statue, which was slightly larger than ordinary people. Suddenly, the wind that had not been blowing for a whole month rotated and blew from around the stone statue. The fog wrapped in London for more than a month began to drift away in this small wind. The sky on the construction site became clear, and the poisonous sun seemed to fall on the earth in an instant, burning with the power of the workers. The skin was spicy, that is, at the moment when the stone statue touched the sun, the wind stopped, and the thick fog that had drifted began to slowly gather again, and the rare sunlight hid behind the thick fog.

James didn't care about these weather changes. His eyes were staring at the white statue, as if he were looking at the beautiful women on Stinda Street.

"Perfect, it's perfect. I swear to God that this thing will sell at a good price." James muttered to himself a little distracted.

Surrounded by fog, the white stone statue was hung in the air, gently swaying, and the wooden frame hanging it pressed made a creaking sound.

This statue is a man, a strong man, a man sitting with his hands crossed in front of his face and completely blocking his face. The statue is very complicated. Every muscle and every line is so perfect that the whole statue is like a living real person. There is no such a perfect statue in the world. At least these workers and James have never seen such a perfect statue.

Little Jack stared at the statue like a fool...

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