There’s an Evil Spirit Here Chapter 147: Oil and gas field

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For the next few days, Fang Zheng kept coming out at night.

Work hard during the day.

Fangzheng feels that he has become more and more fond of the feeling of cultivation, and loves the sense of fulfillment that he can feel his rapid progress every day.

If people like him are placed in Buddhism, they are probably most suitable for ascetic monks.

When placed in Taoism, it is a person who is purely cultivating and has few desires.

If there are enough runes in the human skin scriptures, it is estimated that Fangzheng will be able to retreat to the wasteland.

Fang Zheng worked hard during the day to practice, and at night, he went out early and returned late. He kept swaying towards the university town. He ran away every day when he had nothing to do, slurping other people's wool.

And so frequent and diligent, you can probably earn two to four runes in one night.

Not much, but Shengli has always had a stable income.

It's like cutting a leek. After cutting a stubble every day, it grows again.

However, in the face of the income of two to four runes, at the beginning, Founder still felt a bit of a gap. Originally, he thought, how could he gather dozens of runes in one night? Hundreds of runes, right? After all, the Special Operations Department is all professionals, and they are stalking the wool near people's old nest.

But when faced with the skinny feeling of reality, Fang Zheng somewhat wanted to understand the reason.

If there are so many dense ghosts in a city, there are hundreds of ghosts revived with aura every day, and it is estimated that no matter how large the population is, there will not be enough dense ghosts to kill.

There will be a lot of casualties, no matter how much it is concealed, it will definitely be impossible to conceal it.

These ghosts should gradually recover gradually according to the individual grievances, or which aura nodes are strong, or the influence of other reasons.

Maybe the recovery of the three deaths today is more miserable.

Tomorrow, ten people who died suddenly will be resurrected.

Rather than getting together all at once, it will all recover.

Under this background, the reason why he only stalks the wool to two to four wisps of spirit energy from the Special Operations Department every day is that most of the people are patrolling the night outside and have not returned;

Secondly because of time constraints. It may be that some people’s ghost spirit has dissipated due to too long time. Even after returning to the university town, the human skin scriptures did not respond;

Of course, the above are all personal conjectures of Founder, he just feels there is a possibility in this regard.

Although the daily production capacity is only two to four ray of soul energy, the victory is stable, every day. Compared with the owner of the People's Hospital and the pharmacy, this is still an oil and gas field.

However, oil and gas fields are also divided into large and small... Also divided into 9 million barrels of crude oil per day and thousands of barrels of crude oil per day...

In the past few days, Founder has strengthened "Nine Suns Magic Art" to the sixth level.

The "Law of Immortality" has been strengthened to the fifth level.

The "Law of Immortality" is divided into nine layers.

One to three levels, you can practice the illusion of Qi.

Fourth to sixth floors, you can use your qi to see the enemy, which is also true qi to see the enemy.

From the seventh to the ninth level, practice the true meaning of "The Immortal Seal", transforming anger to death.

When Fang Zheng reached the fourth level, he had already cultivated true energy to detect the enemy.

There is such a paragraph in the original book "The Legend of Double Dragon of the Tang Dynasty" about the real Qi to check the enemy:

"Kou Zhongxin's name is not good, Shi Zhixuan's fist has a clear pattern of strength. The angle changes are all within his grasp, knowing that his intention is not to break his'non-attack', but to remotely probe him with the immortal seal. In the circumstances, determine the best way to attack and wait for Kou Zhong to find out the path with his sword qi, but Shi Zhixuan’s unique mind method can better detect the state of true qi movement in his body."

From this, it can be seen that real-qi detection of the enemy is a kind of supreme martial arts that knows oneself and the enemy, and detects the energy changes in the opponent's body during a battle. If you are familiar with the mastery, you can expect the enemy to take the lead, take advantage of strength in advance, take advantage of strength to unload, and detect in advance the flaws in the life gate between the millimeters of vigor.

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This day, into the night.

Fang Zheng first sent the small skeleton to Zuo Qianhu as usual, and continued to learn wood carving, and then went to pick it up before dawn.

When sending the little skull to the Zuoqianhu store, Fang Zheng stopped by to enter the Ming store and said hello to Mr. Fu. This was considered basic courtesy.

Mr. Fu is still the same as usual, a dead face without expression, expressionless, facing Fang Zheng's entrance to greet him, Mr. Fu who is not good at expressing, nodded slightly.

As for the little skeleton, the night Mr. Fu and Butcher Zhang came back, both of them had seen it. However, it seems that because they are always in control of the situation in the store, both of them acted calmly.

When Fang Zheng left Mingdian, he came to the university town again as usual.

Fang Zheng didn't take the initiative to show up every day. He was also worried that he would be suspicious. He usually sneaked into the university town.

Today is the second time that Fang Zheng found the old **** stick since the last encounter. As soon as Fang Zheng arrived at the stall of the old **** stick, he saw that there was a business coming to the door of the old **** stick.

Actually, he is still a high-end intellectual undergraduate who grew up under Marxism, hoping to fortune whether he will fail the exam tomorrow.

Can this be fortune-telling?

Founder was surprised.

"This year, the white tiger sits in front of the head, it's not that there will be disasters..." Watching the old **** stick shaking his head and babbling.

"The left hand is congenital and the right hand is acquired. The day after tomorrow is good or bad. Little brother, your exam tomorrow is dangerous and unknown. It's just the old way. I have a solution here. Ten dollars can solve a small life problem. Can't be fooled..."

Sure enough, the old **** stick is a three-sentence routine. Founder felt that this trick of cheating money was too superficial, but the college student actually believed it.

I don’t know if it’s the fear of being dominated by exams, or the old **** stick’s saying that ten dollars can’t buy, the loss can’t be bought, the deceit has played a role... But I guess it’s more about not working hard at ordinary times and letting yourself go too far. Hold "Tao" feet...

A few minutes later, as soon as the college student was sent away, another college student immediately sat down in front of the stall, actually coming to ask for his fortune tomorrow, whether he would fail the course.

After three waves of sending back and forth, the business became deserted again, and during this period, a ray of soul flew from the old humanities college next door.

Normal spirit +1.

Founder is happy.

"Old God Cudgel, business is good today." Fang Zheng sat down in front of the stall and continued to wrap the clock.

Seeing the money, the old **** stick opened his eyes and quickly put away the one-hundred-yuan old man's head that was placed on the stall, but he just wanted to pretend to be faintly dismissive and said: "This is nothing to do today, I will soon I'm going to make a fortune."

"Compared with the next big fortune, today this is a drop in the bucket."

Hearing this, Fang Zheng's heart moved and he became interested.

It didn’t take long for the old **** stick to get back to its original shape again, winking at Fangzheng, with an expression of dignity: “Would you like to let me lead young people to gain insights? What is the old way? I have to hold a few dollars to give to Lao Dao."

How much money?

That is tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands?

Fang Zheng looked at the robes of the props and the robes, and he was reluctant to throw the stingy old stick. Doesn't it seem like a life that can make a fortune?

Under Fang Zheng's curious questioning, the old **** stick looked solemn: "It is related to the marriage of the dead!"