There’s an Evil Spirit Here

When Founder returned to the city, it was already afternoon.

Founder raised the guitar backpack **** the shoulder.

Today's ghost head knife and knife case are even heavier.

As soon as Founder arrived in the university city, he saw that the old magic stick had already opened. Today, just after opening, the old magic stick already had business.

That was a male college student in his twenties.

"Master, I don't know why. I have been in bad luck recently, and there is always a smell of seafood on my body. Well, am I caught in something dirty?"

At this time the Founder who had just walked to the door immediately revitalized.

There was a golden streamer in Fang Zheng's eyes, which passed away in a flash.

That was when he quietly used martial arts supernatural powers, and put it away again the next second.

As a result, the male college student showed no signs of blackening in Yintang.

Even the forgiving color that represents lifespan is normal with peers.

Only the red qi, which represents qi and blood, and the health status of the body, has some lightness ...

Founder is thinking.

It seems that this male college student's qi and blood are somewhat deficient, it should be only a lesion of the body's tissue, and some are weak.

Old God Stick also noticed the arrival of Fangzheng at this time. He nodded to Fangzheng as a hello, and then looked at the male college student in a speechless manner: "You big old man, where does the seafood smell from your body."

The male college student hurriedly said: "It's really seafood, if you don't believe it, you will smell it!"

After the male college student said anxiously, he moved his body closer to the old **** stick.

The old **** stick seemed to smell seafood, and his brows were frowned, and he hid back, and then let the other person reach out his palm to show him the palm.

The college student honestly held out his palm.

As a result, the old **** stick immediately turned black after reading the palm.

"Young man, you honestly answer me, how many times do you learn King Kong in your dormitory a day?"

"What?"

"Young people, remember to keep hygiene and wash your hands afterwards. No wonder you say you have a seafood smell. When you spread your palms, the billions of life killings on your hands almost didn't smoke me. The billions of tadpoles The corpses piled together and rotten, can it not be foul and smelly. "The old man squeezed his nose and waved his hand, saying there was no big problem. After washing his hands diligently and living in a tempered manner, the seafood smell could be removed.

"Master, why do I feel bad luck again and again recently, and I was arrested every day for the roll call, and even the restaurant can't beat my favorite Dongpo meat for a few days!" That college student was still a little immortal. heart.

The old **** stick shook his head silently and said, "Lao Tao asks you, have you always felt physically weak, sleepy, lack of energy during the day, can't get up, your head is dizzy all day long, people have no energy all day, but you want to sleep Can't sleep again? "

The male college student was surprised: "Master, how do you know so clearly? I do not want to fall asleep every day. Taking sleeping pills has no effect. I just wake up in cold sweat after sleeping for two or three hours."

The old **** stick is black: "You are incontinent every day, depending on the degree of yellowing of this palm, at least six or seven times a day? You hollow out your body every day, can you be energetic during the day? You can't get up early every day, don't go to class, and skip many classes As a result, the probability of being caught and named is naturally greater. "

"You have no energy during the day. When you get up and go to the cafeteria to cook, you will be able to hit Dongpo meat after lunch time. That's really a ghost."

Fang was listening strangely.

How many hands are yellow?

Is there such a weird statement?

No wonder he used martial arts magical powers to look at that college student, his blood was deficient and his body was weak ... At least six or seven times a day, this buddy is afraid of a deadly rhythm.

...

After no business in the shop, Founder told the old **** stick about the purpose of this trip.

Without saying anything, Lao Shengu immediately worked hard and took out a lot of stocks prepared these days.

While waiting for the old **** stick to get the stock of fortune incense and disease incense, Founder looked around the store and found that the wood carving handicrafts placed in the store, after so many days, only sold one piece.

It took so long to sell one piece, not to say how bad handicrafts are. After all, this is a fortune-telling shop, not a place specializing in handmade art.

And the location of the store is not a busy area, just a small road.

This is like a person who enters a Chinese restaurant and eats beef noodles. They will never order Western food.

At this time, the old **** stick returned with fragrant incense and disease incense, and saw that Fang was looking at the wood carving handicrafts on the shelf. Everyone came to buy it and it would be sold out quickly, but in the last month or so, only one item has been sold. It ca n’t be sold, and I do n’t know what happened.

"The appearance of these wood carvings can be compared with that on the market, that is, our shop is not specializing in selling folk handicrafts. Others passing by the shop door only know that we are a fortune teller here. of."

Recently, Founder is a residential area and an old street every day.

Rarely come to the University City side.

It wasn't until Mr. Fu and Zhang Tufu came back this time that Founder finally had time to come to the University City side, so the wood carvings had been unsalable, and Founder didn't know.

"The batch of wood carvings brought by the younger brother is still set aside now, and there is no place to put it on the shelf temporarily, no place to put it." The old **** stick pointed to a corner and said to Fangzheng.

Founder looked over.

It was he who was investigating the continuous suicide of high school students with Lao Shenbang not long ago, and by the way, let Lao Shenbang drive back to the batch of wood carvings in the shop.

At this time, put it intact in the corner to eat ash.

"Well, I know this, I will think of a way."

Founder frowned, he remembered this matter.

After the old **** stick packed the luck incense and disease incense, Founder picked up the second incense and left the university town.

Kill seventy-two ghost gates straight away.

Regarding the geographical location of the seventy-two Daomenguan, Founder had already known it during the King Lao incident.

...

The seventy-two ghost gate gates are not really a **** ghost gate, but a big river with rapid water flow and complicated hydrology. Few people in the locality will call this river the official name, but have its own name.

Seventy-two ghost gates!

Surrounded by mountains in the southern coastal provinces, it is said that under the mountains flowing through this tributary, seventy-two complex water channels are formed. The older generation said that the seventy-two water channels are actually the seventy-two channels that were suppressed by the mountain feng shui. gate of hell.

An older generation also said that in the seventy-two ghost gates, in fact, a very large ancient tomb has been buried, and it has not been excavated so far.

All the above rumors ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ don't know which sentence is true and which sentence is exaggerated to bluff.

But one thing is indeed true. No one can find the waterway under the mountains. No matter how many people go in, they are either lost or confused. The worst ending is that they have never been able to come out again.

Some people say that it was caught by a water monster and a water ghost in the waterway to replace the dead ghost.

Sunset West Mountain.

The sunset was slanting on the surface of the river, sparkling, and the fiery red blood floating on the surface of the river.

On this day, villagers who lived on the riverside for generations and were living on boat trips were preparing to return home from work, but they saw a young man with a long cloth backpack on his back standing on the riverbank The villagers shouted: "Young people, it will be dark soon, and the river will be dark as soon as it gets dark, and nothing will be seen. Let's go fishing by the river tomorrow during the day ..."

"This river is not peaceful from night to night!"

The young man was mistaken for a fishing enthusiast.