There’s an Evil Spirit Here Chapter 198: Salvia family

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"If the old is lucky, the less fortune is strong. The middle-aged people suffer from the busyness, and the middle-aged people are not busy, the old age is bound to be blessed and enjoy..."

When he came to the alley next to the Old School of Humanities in the University Town of Zhou City, Fang Zheng saw an old man who was suspected of being a night runner, sitting in front of the old **** stick fortune-telling booth, listening very earnestly and piously.

Yes, another believer who was brainwashed by the old **** stick.

There are not only college students in the university city, there are also residential buildings near the university city, and there are often nearby residents walking into the university city, which is known as the "admission-free scenic spot," and wandering around.

It's like, where there are free eggs and salted duck eggs, there will always be people who can queue for two or three hours.

"Chen Daxian, do you mean that I still have the possibility of sunset red? The reason why I joined the elderly walking group is because an old lady I like also joined the elderly walking group. I had two years ago I’m widowed, I’ve always wanted to continue, Chen Daxian, do you think my red sunset is the one I’ve always liked?" After listening to the old **** stick’s fortune-telling, the old man hurriedly said.

"A flower that I wear on my head does not bloom all year round. When I want to bloom, the flower picker has not come." The old **** stick shook his head and shook his head.

"Good things take a lot of trouble, and emotional matters should not be the most impetuous. I have slept in the bitter melon field and slept in the melon field. The bitterness comes first and then the sweetness. Cold hands cannot hold hot steamed buns."

After speaking, I saw the old **** stick put up an index finger and pointed towards Qing Ming.

The old man nodded thoughtfully: "I understand, Chen Daxian means that everything is in accordance with God's will, let me not be too impatient, and can't eat hot tofu?"

The old **** stick shook his head: "It costs ten yuan for ten minutes. The young man is not deceived. You have already spent ten minutes. If you want to continue to interpret the hexagram, pay another ten yuan."

The hungry grandfather of the sunset: "..."

Just walked to Fangzheng at the entrance of the alley: "..."

When I first saw the old **** stick, Fang Zheng thought he had misunderstood the person. At this moment, Fang Zheng was finally convinced that the person in front of him was undoubtedly the old **** stick.

Only the old **** stick can be so unreliable, so Grande can even search for the ant leg meat for ten dollars.

Ten minutes later, when the hungry and thirsty old man left, Fang Zheng sat directly in front of the old **** stick’s fortune-telling stall.

"Master, have you ever heard a joke? The fortune teller said to be a bachelor for a lifetime." Fang Zheng sat down.

Originally, I was happily holding two ten-dollar bills and looking back and forth, distinguishing the fake old **** stick. When I heard the sound was wrong, when I looked up, I saw Fang Zheng sitting on the bench in front of the stall and looking at him with a smile.

"Hey, brother, you have also returned to the city...Could it be that you are looking for an old-fashioned me to wrap the clock today?" The old **** stick's eyes beamed, and he looked straight ahead with a green light.

Fangzheng snorted, how come I always feel that the style of painting is not right.

Later, he asked if the old **** stick was in the game. He also watched the silver bracelet being taken away with his own eyes. Why did he come out so soon?

Moreover, he set up a stall to do business as usual.

The old **** stick said triumphantly: "I have someone above me."

Fang Zheng huh, the old **** stick, waved his palm impatiently, and said: "Speaking of people."

The old **** stick coughed: "Now it is a society under the rule of law. There is no sufficient evidence. The detention center will release people after 24 hours."

"Old-fashioned, I am not afraid of shadow leaning, of course I am not afraid of being investigated."

Fangzheng carefully calculated that it was really more than 24 hours since the old **** stick was taken away.

"Old God Stick, do you have no heirs to support you? Just after being released, so desperately, I immediately came out to set up a stall." Fang Zheng asked curiously.

Old God Stick: "I have been wandering for a lifetime, and I have long been used to the days of wandering around the world. It is impossible to get married. Even if I starve to death on the streets, I will never get married in this life."

"The old way I am alone and widowed. I eat five buns for one dollar a day, with free tap water on the construction site. If I still have the strength to work hard, I will lower the country’s poverty headcount index."

The old **** stick sighed and sighed deeply, portraying the image of a wrinkled poor old man.

Founder: "..."

If he hadn't seen that the old **** stick was a car-owner, he would really believe in this evil.

Although it was an old Jetta, the full purchase package was only a few thousand dollars, although it was only a few thousand dollars, it was repaid in two years...

"Unexpectedly, the old **** stick you are still from the Salvia family, self-sufficient and self-feeding." Fang Zheng was surprised.

"Little brother, you are interested. After returning to Zhoushi, the little brother still remembers to come here to find me and care about my old life." The old **** stick was moved, and his old face was like a chrysanthemum with tears and tears.

"Anyway, I and the old **** stick you have a fellow-robed friendship. Qi said no clothes, and the same robe with the son. Master Wang Yuxing, repair (xiū) my spear, and share the same hatred with the son." Fang Zheng called this White lie.

Naturally, he wouldn't admit it to death. In fact, he didn't even know that the old **** stick had been released today, but he just happened to pass by when he came to the university town to gather the wool.

After all, the empty-nest old man is the most fragile in his heart, how can he hit the hopefulness of an empty-nest old man...

Normal spirit +1.

Normal spirit +1.

On the occasion of the chat, from within the former site of the Humanities College of Normal University separated by only one wall, two wisps of spirits of gray and white flew out, and were swallowed by human skin scriptures in an instant.

Fang Zheng brows with joy.

At this time, the old **** stick asked curiously: "Little brother, I think you often pass by in the college town. Are you looking for shops and planning to run a business in the college town?"

"Speaking of familiarity with the university town, little brother, you can no longer find a circle that is more familiar to me than the old way. Where the location is good, where is the rental routine, where the rent is cheap, the agency fee is the old way. If you accept the little brother, your friendship price is five hundred, and I will introduce you to the suitable store for the little brother. Uh, if the little brother disagrees, you can make a discount of two hundred and fifty. If it still fails, you can make another half, one hundred. ! Can't be less!"

At first, Fang Zheng was startled when he heard the words of the old **** stick.

He is now practicing in the community during the day and scoring points in the university town at night. The time utilization efficiency is too low.

He can rent a storefront nearby. With this as a cover, he can just concentrate on scalping the wool in the store, cultivating in the store and scalping the wool at the same time, without delay.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt feasible. As for the rent, the previous work deposits, plus the bonuses for several negative trips, still had some savings in his hand, but he could rent an ordinary storefront.

When Fang Zheng frowned and thought, the old **** stick thought that Fang Zheng disagreed. It was comparable to the old **** stick who fell into Qian’s eyes. He had already reduced the agency fee from five hundred to one hundred, waiting for Fang Zheng to react. Later, the happy face immediately agreed without hesitation: "Okay, the deal."

Looking at the joy on Fang Zheng's face, the old **** stick suddenly had the illusion of being taken aback...