Noble Person
It was late at night, but the alley and the lobby of Yard No. 99 were brightly lit.
Ye Bei was holding a carving knife in one hand and a log in the other, his movements were not large, and he looked extremely elegant.
Crunch, crunch!
Without any strong force, as the carving knife in his hand moved, a human figure gradually appeared.
The person's eyes were like torches, extremely clear, especially under Ye Bei's carving knife, every detail and every texture were extremely delicate.
Ye Bei carved it very seriously.
After half an hour, it had already taken shape.
Ye Bei held it in his hand and looked at it, but he shook his head lightly. With a light movement of his fingers, the wooden carving instantly turned into powder, and then another undamaged log appeared in his hand, repeating this repeatedly.
The floor of the lobby was covered with sawdust.
But the wooden frame was empty, and there was no finished product.