Resurrection of Terror: Opening Fusion Black Impermanence

Before Su Yu came to this world, he heard a story about life-buying money.

Said to be a rich man with cancer.

It's too late.

The doctor told him to eat well and drink well, enjoy what he should enjoy, and have no regrets.

The tycoon is disheartened, he is only fifty years old, has a net worth of hundreds of millions, and is in his prime.

I haven't bought a yacht yet, and I'm playing with tender models.

How can it be dead?

Since the road of science does not work, it has to rely on the side door.

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Chapter 176

The tycoon spent money to find a well-known Feng Shui master to give advice, and bluntly said that he wanted to live.

As long as you can live.

Let the feng shui master offer whatever you want.

That feng shui master has leaked too many secrets in his life, he is also suffering from terminal illness, and he is also a 'leakage of wealth' life, although he has made friends with countless dignitaries.

The days were not comfortable.

He already knew that his time was short, so he said, "If you want to live, I can help you."

"but......"

"As the saying goes: 'One life for another', if you want to live, someone has to die!"

How can the rich care about this.

As long as you can live, a dead mother can.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Please also ask the master to point out the maze."

The Feng Shui master raised a finger and said, "It's done, [-] million!"

Although [-] million is more, compared with life, it is drizzle.

agreed.

The feng shui master told him to find a man with a similar birthday to his own, but with a complete destiny.

Buy him life.

The rich listen.

It's simple.

In his home village, there was a local ruffian who was born around the same time as him, but lived a life completely opposite to his own.

Just in line with the conditions of a Feng Shui master.

But this life, how to buy it?

The rich man took the Feng Shui master back to his hometown, and the Feng Shui master glanced at him and knew that the local ruffian was eligible.

He said, "This person's life is worth twenty-one thousand."

"You have to find a way to get him the [-] life-buying money, and then spend it all, even if you bought his life."

"Furthermore, the [-] bill payment items cannot be given all at once, they must be divided into seven days and cannot be interrupted."

"On the seventh day, his life will naturally be bought by you."

The rich listen.

This is a bit difficult to operate.

But in order to survive, no matter how difficult it is, we have to do it.

He thought of a way.

That local ruffian likes to drink and gamble, and every time he gets himself drunk, he doesn't wake up.

That night, the rich man invited the villagers to drink a big drink, and the local ruffians naturally enjoyed it and swayed.

He actually walked to the grave of his own father in Houshan.

No one comes to this place on weekdays, and the local ruffian is also a tiger. He starts to release water when he takes off his crotch, regardless of whether his father will jump out of the grave and slap him in the face.

This release water.

Hey!

It was actually sprinkled on top of a stack of banknotes.

The red bills seemed to glow in the dark, dazzling.

The ruffian was startled.

He didn't let the water out either, and he grabbed the money on the ground with a brisk walk. He didn't think it was dirty.

Ah!

real money!

The ruffian was overjoyed.

Damn!

I have had bad luck all my life, and finally got lucky and picked up money in this graveyard.

He was not afraid at all.

Just treat it as the father who sees the sins he has committed and rewards him.

I counted it carefully, not much, not much, exactly [-] yuan.

The ruffian couldn't help but gave the banknote a kiss, and then remembered that he had just put water on it.

Quick blah blah blah!

With the banknotes, he went back happily.

The first thing I did was to go to the county seat to find a wife, and slept beautifully, costing a thousand yuan.

After waking up, gambling addiction committed.

As soon as I got to the poker table, good guy, I lost all of them.

Not a cent left.

Not even the fare to go home.

The local ruffian had no choice but to 'burn foot oil' to go home. After walking for dozens of miles, he sighed and regretted it.

Oh shit!

I would have known not to gamble.

After I have money, I will not gamble anymore.

Think of money.

He remembered the experience of picking up money at the grave last night, and he thought to himself, will Dad give some more rewards tonight?

Ghostly.

He came to the cemetery again.

This look.

Incredible.

In the grass at the head of the tomb, lay a stack of red banknotes upright.

The ruffian was so happy that he took three steps and two steps, grabbing the stack of banknotes in his hand.

Hey!

Skillful.

No more, no less, just another [-] yuan.

The local ruffian just said that he will never gamble again, but now that he has money in his hand, he just wants to turn the book to win.

Didn't even go home.

Turning around, I went to the county seat and got into the mahjong hall.

At dawn, he lost again.

He went back to the grave.

In broad daylight, how can there be any money?

The local ruffian was disappointed for a long time. When he returned home, he lay dead and couldn't sleep. He got up again in the middle of the night.

Go to the grave again.

This time,

Got it.

In the grass, there was no more or no less, and there was another three thousand yuan.

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Arguably.

At this time, everyone should know that this money came from a strange and strange way, and they should feel a little uneasy in their hearts.

The ruffians don't think so.

He thinks.

This is because he has been poor all his life, and finally he has been waiting for the good news.