There’s an Evil Spirit Here Chapter 429: Irregular incense

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Hearing that the old **** stick is about to start using fortune incense, Fang Zheng looked expectantly.

He is still looking forward to the next effect of this fortune incense.

I saw the old **** stick touch his lower body and took out something,

Click.

Looking at the old **** stick took out the lighter and lit the incense stick,

The incense stick rises with white smoke,

Founder was startled in surprise.

This is a bit different from what he imagined.

This is not ordinary folk incense, but fortune incense.

Is this way of opening the scene so unpretentious? Doesn't have a special starting style or need to use holy flames such as innate fire, samaya real fire, will it have an effect?

This isn't too tall at all.

And! !

The right and left temples of Fang Zheng jumped wildly.

Everyone lights a stick of incense.

What's the matter with your old **** stick directly lighting a handful of incense?

The incense of the old **** stick was lit, but there were more than a hundred incense sticks, which immediately made the street smoky, choking passers-by to cover their noses and flee in a hurry.

Fang Zheng suddenly regretted it a little. This old **** stick, who was not reliable, was not reliable this time.

"Cough cough...little brother, the effect of this incense is somewhat compromised. I suggest to burn as much as possible in the future. If the quality is not good, we will use the quantity to make up. The quantity change will cause the quality change!"

In the thick smoke, the old **** stick was smoking while talking, and the smoke made his nose and tears flow.

Fang Zheng didn't say anything, nor interrupted the old **** stick. He quietly looked at the old **** stick, waiting for the effect of the incense of luck.

Next, the old **** stick began to hold a handful of fortune incense in both hands, staring at the hapless thief across the road without blinking, and began to mutter.

The thief across the road is standing in front of a shop with a nail clipper in his hand, pretending to be cutting his nails to hide his identity. In the dark, several battery cars were parked outside the entrance of the shop.

Fangzheng thought that the old **** stick was chanting a spell, but after hearing it for a while, he heard something wrong.

"Old-fashioned, I want the most valuable thing on you!"

"Old-fashioned, I want the most valuable thing on you!"

……

Sure enough, it's unreliable to do things the old gods.

I don't know if it was because the old **** stick was staring at others. The thief who had been wandering around the battery car noticed the old **** stick's gaze.

Then I saw that the old **** stick was holding a stick of incense in his hand, facing him, and his mouth was suddenly slanted with anger. Isn't this pure heart cursing me to death?

The thief glared viciously at the old **** stick, the warning was obvious.

But the old **** stick, who was getting his nose and tears from the thick smoke, was lowering his head and wiping his eyes, and did not see the thief staring fiercely.

The thief saw that the old **** stick is so uninteresting, he rushed directly across the road, looking for the old **** stick with a cruel look: "Old thing, don't want to be beaten, just get out."

The old **** stick Yun took a light look at the thief who was threatening him, and then fell naturally to the ground, making the thief shiver in fright. This is especially true when he met the thief who was threatening him.

He saw the people around him and started pointing at him. The thief was about to cry unjustly: "Don't make trouble, I didn't touch you at all. You fell by yourself."

The old **** stick is still lying on the ground and can't get up.

The thief was so scared and fled, he didn't even steal the battery, fearing that the old **** stick on the ground would really rely on him.

Run too fast, Ding, and drop an item.

Fangzheng looked at it and was immediately amused.

It was the nail clippers in the thief's hand, which fell to the floor.

Looking at the nail clippers falling on the ground, the face of the old **** stick turned green on the spot.

"Old **** stick, your incense is about to burn out, and the thief is gone. Isn't it the treasure that the thief lost? This is the nail clipper, right?"

Fang Zheng deliberately bites heavy nails and cuts the three words, teasing and striking with a smile on his face.

I don’t know if this incense stick is related to the material. It burns very fast. Within a few minutes, it burns so fast that only the last piece of thin wooden skewer remains.

"This time it was a mistake!!"

"It is possible that the thief was originally a poor thief, and the only valuable thing on his body was this nail clipper. Whoever is the poorest in this world is definitely a thief, because the thief is poor!"

The green-faced old **** stick, stood up again, stubbornly defended his neck, and then saw him stretch out his hand and take out a new handful of incense stick again.

At this time, Fang Zheng noticed that there was a black bag on the ground on the other side of the old **** stick's body.

Luck was taken out of the black bag.

After the battery thief was scared away by the old magic stick touch porcelain, this time, the old magic stick changed another goal.

This time it is a very fashionable and brightly dressed woman.

I saw her crossing the zebra crossing while throwing away trash. Because the weather was sultry, her palms were easily sweaty. Along the way, she threw down several wet wipes to wipe sweat from her palms and threw them all the way.

Not a little literate.

"It's you!"

The old **** stick continued to burn incense, and there was another puff of smoke and white smoke on the side of the road.

I don't know, I thought something was burning here, if it was on fire.

Fang Zheng listened carefully, this time the old magic stick changed his spell.

"Don't come to nail clippers this time!"

"Don't come to nail clippers this time!"

……

At this time, the woman who threw the wet wipes all the way had passed the zebra crossing. She saw the old **** stick staring at her beauty, and she was still holding the incense for the dead. She immediately turned ugly.

"What do you look at, you are a shameless old thing!"

"It's annoying to look at this thing in your hand, did you deliberately want to curse me to die sooner!"

Pump on!

She stepped on high heels and wanted to **** the incense from the old stick.

As a result, because of the night, the high heels happened to step on the gutter cover on the side of the road, the heel was stuck in the grille, and the foot was smashed, and the person fell to the ground on both knees. The old **** stick smashed his head.

Founder: "..."

Old God Stick: "..."

In the end, the well-dressed woman, with a torn knee, cried and took a taxi to the hospital.

Fang Zheng looked at the old **** stick with a weird look: "Old **** stick, is your luck with the Xixi version reliable?"

"The first person dropped a nail clipper."

"The second person recognized a goddaughter for nothing."

"How do I feel, your luck is fragrant, you never pass by once."

At this time, the face of the old **** stick is dark, and the results of Luck Scent incense are not the same as imagined twice in a row. One can imagine how depressed he is. At this time, he was excited by Fang Zheng, and he said very unconvinced. : "You do it, you come."

"If you depend on your luck, my little brother, you can earn one hundred today...No, if you can earn one thousand dollars today, I will just run naked."

"I don't believe in the old ways. The same is fortune. The old ways I can only save the life of nail clippers, but you can get the money."

Speaking, the old **** stick has been stuffed into Fang Zheng's hand.

"Okay, this is what you said yourself." Fang Zheng took the lighter and prepared to light incense.

He is faintly looking forward to it, what fortune will incense bring to him?