fifth form

"Dare to ask this girl, am I really lucky if I sit here for a while?"

Rong Tianding has a thick skin, and when he sells paintings and meat, he can call "sister" no matter what age he is.

Zhang Xuezhou didn't have the nerve to call it indiscriminately, so he called it according to the popular name.

This made the middle-aged beautiful woman look stunned.

She didn't take Rong Tianding seriously, and she didn't feel much about Rong Tianding's "sister", but she called Zhang Xuezhou "Sir", please come back for treatment.

Correspondingly, the weight of the two words is completely different.

At least Zhang Xuezhou's "girl" made her listen.

"It is reasonable to call me mother-in-law, forget it!"

The middle-aged beautiful woman thought for a few seconds, and felt that she didn't care about the young man, and it would be no problem to answer whatever the other party called.

"Sit in that place and you might have good luck!"

She responded from afar.

"It's just possible?" Zhang Xuezhou asked in surprise.

"Yes, it's just possible. After all, I don't know how to use this heavy object." The middle-aged beautiful woman replied: "But if you are unlucky, there will inevitably be a corresponding reaction to wash your body and wash your body. Wash away your bad luck!"

"Why is there a reaction? Is it really so spiritual?"

"This is an important tool to carry luck. When you see bad luck, you will react naturally, just like the real fire of the sun can wipe out evil spirits and corpse spirits. As long as you touch it, you will have a certain reaction!"

The middle-aged beautiful woman explained the matter seriously.

But when she glanced at the giant cauldron, she herself was a little bit unbelievable.

Firstly, she does not practice Qi Luck, and secondly, Qi Luck is difficult to figure out, and no one has figured it out at the moment, let alone explain these theories clearly in plain language.

Correspondingly, everyone is more sincere when doing these things, just like some villagers offer incense to their ancestors. After the process is over, they feel that their ancestors will definitely bless them.

Zhang Xuezhou drove the bronze carriage in for a while, and she felt that the process should be over.

"It's hard to say whether you are lucky now, but all the bad luck must have disappeared," said the middle-aged beautiful woman.

"That is to say, I will be safe in the future and will not encounter any bad luck," Zhang Xuezhou confirmed again.

"Don't say good things happen, but it shouldn't be bad luck!"

The promise of the middle-aged beautiful woman made Zhang Xuezhou jump off the bronze carriage. He couldn't help walking around a little bit, and even touched the feet of the giant tripod.

"If you feel normal, sir, please come with me to treat that poor girl. She has been suffering for so long, I'm afraid it will be difficult for her to hold on!" the middle-aged beautiful woman urged.

"Why didn't you bring her here?" Zhang Xuezhou invited: "I think she is also unlucky, otherwise it is impossible for the patient to come and go repeatedly!"

"come here?"

There is a doctor who pays attention to metaphysics at the stall, and the middle-aged beautiful woman just feels that there is nothing wrong.

Whenever there is another choice, she will not ask someone like Zhang Xuezhou to help.

She has never seen any doctor who needs to perform spells in the tomb to treat patients. From a metaphysical point of view, this should be an extremely taboo thing.

But she had sworn before that the big cauldron could drive away the bad luck, so it would not do if she refused to agree to this kind of request.

She thought for only a few seconds, then nodded, cast a spell to call the bronze carriage, and then disappeared behind the bronze gate.

"This baby doesn't have a mechanism or anything?"

Seeing the middle-aged beautiful woman leave, Zhang Xuezhou's groping movements became more vigorous.

From time to time, he thought about the origin of the cauldron, and also sought the function of the cauldron.

As someone who is going to delve into metaphysics, he is of course interested in this kind of treasure.

And he did feel a certain sense of freshness and relaxation, as if the nerves that had been tense all the time suddenly relaxed, and he walked out of a tense atmosphere.

Zhang Xuezhou wasn't sure if this change in himself solved the problem, but it was undoubtedly a good feeling.

"I don't know what this girl's name is? Where is this place outside Chang'an City? Can I still come here?"

If the function of the big tripod is verified to be true, Zhang Xuezhou is really rare for this kind of treasure.

There are not so many emperors in the world who would imbue him with luck before he died, but there are many unlucky ghosts in the world, such as him before, Dong Zhongshu, Jin Chang and others.

If everyone comes here to wash up when they are unlucky, Zhang Xuezhou feels that from the perspective of luck, this will be a rare opportunity.

"If I can really take advantage of others, wouldn't it be possible to calm down the troubles after falling into a trough after the luck is vigorous?"

When Zhang Xuezhou changed his mind about his previous delusions, he couldn't help realizing how to finish after realizing the delusions.

His wicked cultivation technique has not disappeared yet, but there is a way to solve the future troubles.

"It turns out that this is the treatment of mediocre luck!"

After thinking for a while, Zhang Xuezhou came out of this feeling of a loft in the air.

He seems to have gained a lot, but this gain cannot be used for practical purposes, and there are even various difficulties in realizing it.

This is the sense of luck of ordinary people, it is nothing more than picking up some small and cheap benefits, and the seemingly big gains must be nothing.

"I should be normal!"

Zhang Xuezhou was overjoyed.

From a state of unpredictable doom to ordinary life, this undoubtedly made him feel at ease.

Although human nature is doomed to never be satisfied, the pursuit of good luck and chance is a matter for the future, at least Zhang Xuezhou is very satisfied at the moment.

He groped for a while in the dim light, and when several faint green lights around him caught his attention, a cold feeling came to his heart, and Zhang Xuezhou felt that something was wrong.

But with the urgent cry of the middle-aged beautiful woman driving the bronze carriage, those green lights faded away again.

"There are still organs and dead souls in this place. Don't run around and bump into them. Without my car as a sign, they will kill you without hesitation," the middle-aged beautiful woman shouted anxiously.

"I just got rid of the bad luck, so I shouldn't end up like this." Zhang Xuezhou said, "If I really die here, it means that this giant cauldron is useless at all!"

"Don't think that luck can determine the safety of everything!"

Zhang Xuezhou's idea couldn't be worse, and the middle-aged beautiful woman couldn't help but feel a headache.

But Zhang Xuezhou's self-confidence was terrible, and his work speed was not too slow, and he quickly focused on the patient.

"Even the horns and scales have grown, did she drink the whole bottle of blood?"

Zhang Xuezhou looked at the sharp horns protruding from the woman's head and the delicate golden scales shining on her body, and felt that the other party had completed his demonization process of more than [-] days in a short period of time.

The woman's cultivation base is extremely high, at least close to the supernatural power realm or has stepped into the supernatural power realm, which is completely different from his concept of being transformed by the demon flesh of some low-level monsters back then.

This change was so drastic that the physical consequences were inevitable. At least the woman's uterine blood collapsed again, and she even fell into a coma that was difficult to control her body.