The Full-level Boss Took the Sick and Weak Script

  Chapter 8 Reasoning? Talk about science?

  Although the fortune-telling fortune-telling was illusory, Yang Qirui still remembered his birth date.

   The birthday character on this puppet doll is indeed his.

   Yang Qirui still feels a little bit living in a dream.

   It turns out that there are such mysterious things in this world.

   "Master, what's going on?" Yang Qirui asked.

  Su Nanzhi glanced at him and said succinctly, "The person who has been cursed will take their hair and stuff it into a puppet doll, and match it with the characters of the birth date, which can rob him of his luck and cause it to grow blood and mold."

  Blood mold is not ordinary bad luck.

   Ordinary people have a saying, "It's really been blood mold for eight lifetimes." The "blood mold" in this sentence exists.

  The house is broken, it’s okay.

   Ordinary spell casters walk higher, and they cannot escape death.

   "Is that broken now?" Yang Qirui asked cautiously.

   He doesn't dare to underestimate this slender little girl now.

   "Two people who took drugs died in your bar within a month," Su Nanzhi said slowly, "It's because they were cursed. This time it's resolved, but the symptoms are not the root cause."

   The so-called cure for the symptoms but not for the root cause is naturally because the person who cast the curse has not been found.

   "Then... what should I do?" Yang Qirui had already begun to believe in the indifferent girl in front of him.

  Su Nanzhi took two steps closer and took the puppet from his hand. With a "bang", a flame burst from her palm, and the puppet was burnt cleanly at once, leaving no ashes.

  Yang Qirui: Hey?

   Can someone really make a fire with their bare hands?

   "Remember to credit the balance of 100,000," the girl said with a blank face, "If you want to find out who is behind the scenes, add another 100,000."

  Yang Qirui: "…"

  Su Nanzhi probably saw what he was thinking, and added, "You can rest assured that we will take care of the after-sales service after receiving the money. If we say we are responsible, we will definitely be responsible to the end."

   Fortunately, Yang Qirui can't afford to spend 200,000 now.

  If he can solve the problem, even if he wants to sell the bar, the price will not be so low.

"it is good."

  Yang Qirui swiped Sunanzhi's receipt code happily, and then felt a little bit of pain in his heart for his small money. Now as long as he has a stunt, how easy it is to make money.

  Su Nanzhi received the money, so of course he went to work.

   She said goodbye to Yang Qirui, then set foot on another road and took a taxi to a completely different direction.

   Before her mahogany sword was stuffed into the suitcase, she spiritually scurried to the curtain and rubbed herself, obviously disgusting the puppet doll she just stabbed.

   Yang Qirui who saw this scene: To be fair, the world doesn't believe in science anymore, does it?

  It was getting darker when the lanterns first went down, but the lights around were very bright.

   Even the grimace with red lips and white face pasted outside the car window is so charming and dazzling.

  Su Nanzhi closed her eyes after staring at him for a while.

   She could see a lot of things since she was a child. She was quite afraid when she was a child, but she also had congenital heart disease. She was admitted to the hospital several times because of heart disease without warning. Later, she gradually got used to it.

   Now this level is almost unable to cause her emotional fluctuations.

   But kinda annoying.

   There are actually quite a few grievances like this, who get hit by a car and get entangled in a passing car, but most of them can't do anything substantial.

  Like this one outside the window, although it looks ugly, it just lies there.

  Su Nanzhi waved his hand, and the invisible light spread out, and the face on the window was invisible in the next second.

   (end of this chapter)