After the rebirth of the little ancestor of Taoism, he became a god again

Chapter 43 That's too coincidental

After quitting the live broadcast, Huo Yanqing started to work.

She took out cinnabar, a brush and a blank yellow talisman from her backpack.

Mao Hanshan asked curiously: "Master, do you want to draw a talisman?"

"Well, it's for dealing with zombies." Huo Yanqing picked up the brush and looked at Xiang Rui with sparkling eyes: "You can use your mobile phone to record it, but you can't take pictures of my face, and you have to take pictures of me to look mysterious."

"No problem." Xiang Rui took out her phone excitedly: "Master, after recording, can I post it on my Weibo?"

She majored in photography, and she especially likes to take pictures of weird things, and she is especially interested in metaphysics, otherwise she would take Mao Hanshan and the others to explore ancient tombs.

"of course can."

When she pointed the camera at her hand, Huo Yanqing began to draw a talisman.

Mao Hanshan didn't know about Taoism, but it didn't prevent her from reading Huo Yanqing's talisman, and she was even fascinated by it.

Huo Yanqing's earnest expression added a bit of majesty to her beautiful egg face, and her fingers were as white and slender as jade carved out. She seemed to be doing a very sacred thing, and the movements of drawing symbols were both elegant and elegant. There is a ceremony.

Xiang Rui pointed the camera at her hands and talisman seals for a while, her eyes for a while, and her back for a while. In short, she didn't shoot her face.

Huo Yanqing transformed a total of ten talismans, and seven of them were pushed in front of Xiang Rui: "This is a lucky talisman. When you update Weibo in the early morning, you can take a photo of one of the talismans and put it on Weibo. The previous day Hundreds of people who worship it three times can get good luck for seven consecutive days. After the hundred people pass, the lucky charm will automatically burn and lose its effect, and you can delete Weibo at that time."

Xiang Rui happily took the lucky charm: "Master, can Hanshan and I pray for good luck?"

"Of course, you can wait until your seven days of good luck pass before posting the second lucky charm on Weibo, and you will get another seven days of good luck."

"Thank you, master, you are so kind." Xiang Rui threw herself on Huo Yanqing happily, and slapped her in the face.

Huo Yanqing wiped away the saliva on his face in disgust: "I'm not good at all, I did this to advertise through you."

Xiang Rui has hundreds of thousands of fans on Weibo, and they can spread the word of mouth through them. By then, one word of mouth will spread to ten, ten to hundreds, and hundreds to thousands. More and more people will know that the talismans she sells are very effective, and they will come to buy her the symbol.

She will also properly adjust the price of talismans so that ordinary people can afford them, but the effect is definitely not as good as the expensive talismans.

As the saying goes, only money can tell you what to buy, and you get what you pay for, so the effect of the talisman depends on how much money you give.

"Even if the master borrows me to advertise, I still think the master is good."

Xiang Rui is not using her by Huo Yanqing at all, let alone she has received such a good benefit.

Huo Yanqing put away the brush and cinnabar: "The zombies won't appear until after twelve o'clock, you can go to bed for a while."

Speaking of zombies, Mao Hanshan was puzzled: "Master, we just entered his graveyard and didn't steal anything from him. Why did he keep chasing us and taking our lives?"

Huo Yanqing said: "You should first recall what happened to you in the tomb."

"We came across an archaeological team within 5 minutes of entering the cemetery. They stumbled out from the depths of the cemetery and yelled that there were zombies while running. I saw their expressions of fear and some people were injured. , I felt something was wrong and persuaded Ruirui and the others to leave and go back to the hotel. Nothing special happened during the period..."

Mao Hanshan said while recalling the situation at that time, suddenly, she remembered something, she sat up straight: "Could it be... At that time..."

Xiang Rui quickly asked, "What happened at that time?"

"At that time we collided with the archaeological team and fell to the ground. It wouldn't be that time..." Mao Hanshan was not sure if she guessed correctly, she quickly stood up and rushed to the upstairs room: "Wait for me."

In less than a minute, she came down with a black and yellow tool bag and put it on the table.

Xiang Rui looked at the kit and said, "Isn't this the kit we brought to the cemetery?"

Because the place to explore is a cemetery, they bought flashlights, shovels and other tools.

Mao Hanshan said: "It's our toolkit, maybe it's not."

Xiang Rui was puzzled: "What do you mean?"

"After we collided with the archaeological team, we fell to the ground with them. The situation was too chaotic, so we may have taken the wrong kit."

Because it was just a tool bag for tools, they didn't pack the bag to check whether the items inside were their own when they came back.

"But this bag is obviously ours, how could it be possible to take it wrong?"

Mao Hanshan asked her: "What if the other party's bag is the same as ours?"

Xiang Rui murmured, "That's too coincidental."

"Anyway, let's open it first."

In fact, in Mao Hanshan's heart, she already felt that the possibility of taking the wrong bag was very high, so when she opened the zipper, she was careful in her movements, for fear that something strange would come out of it.

When they opened a corner of the tool bag, they saw a pair of small white cloth boots with exquisite patterns embroidered on them. The strange thing was that the boots were not placed flat, but stood upright, with the toe pointing up.

Xiang Rui was stunned: "Small cloth boots? We didn't buy these at the time, did we really take the wrong bag?"

"should be."

Mao Hanshan continued to pull up, and a piece of brocade-forged white cloth covered the boot shaft. Further up, they saw a pair of small hands.

"what--"

Xiang Rui yelled in fright, pointing to the bag in fear, she said, "Hand, hand, child's hand."

Mao Hanshan was also taken aback. After making sure that there was no danger, she quickly opened the zipper and saw the corpse of a child in ancient clothes lying in the bag.

She couldn't help gasping for air: "Why is the archaeological team carrying a child's body?"

Huarui saw that the child was only two or three years old, with a delicate and lovely face except for his pale face. The fear in her heart was replaced by anger: "The archaeological team actually killed people in the ancient tomb, and it was a child. I want to call the police to arrest them."

Huo Yanqing quickly pressed her hand on the phone.

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(End of this chapter)