There’s an Evil Spirit Here Chapter 430: Mobile phone case
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Fang Zheng felt that the old **** stick was his lucky star.
He will go to Fudi tomorrow night,
The old **** stick just developed fortune incense.
Although this fortune is fragrant, it is a little unreliable, and a little unreliable...
Next, Fang Zheng asked the old **** stick, is there anything special about using this fortune incense?
For example, are there any starting methods? Or is it a formula, a spell or something?
The old **** stick said that as long as you think about one thing in your mind, or don't think about anything, good luck will naturally fall from the sky.
This is called fortune.
No need to chant a spell.
Because this fortune incense itself is a low-profile beggar version, fool-style one-key operation.
Fang Zheng was astonished. He couldn't think of how to use this fortune incense. It was so simple.
Sure enough, it's a bad luck.
"Little brother, are you optimistic about the candidate, are you planning to choose which passerby?"
"If the little brother doesn't know how to choose, I can help the little brother for free. I think the man in front who walked past the fruit stand and walked with an orange is a good candidate."
The old **** stick handed the fortune incense and the lighter to Fang Zheng and said in his mouth.
Founder rubbed his chin.
"We must find someone to sacrifice?"
Listening to Fang Zheng's words, the old **** stick smashed his mouth: "That's not necessarily true. I am afraid that the success rate is too low, so I set a goal."
"A group of people with one person, of course, is more likely to be one person."
Fang Zheng continued to rub his chin,
What the old **** stick said, it really makes a lot of sense.
So Founder decided... Click, a small amount of flame burst from the lighter, and he started to light the incense of luck in his hand.
"Hey, little brother, why didn't you choose a person as the target?" The old **** stick suddenly let out a surprised voice, looking at Fang Zheng with some doubts and puzzles.
Founder did not choose a target,
After taking the fortune incense, he bowed his head and nodded the fortune incense, his eyes didn't choose the target among the crowd.
"Oh, I'm afraid that there will be another godson, so I don't need this step." Fang Zheng smiled at the old **** stick.
Slap, a crisp sound.
It seems to come from heavy slaps.
The old **** stick was frustrated with anger.
Fangzheng, which pot is not opened and which pot is to be lifted, and it's just for beating people in the face.
Isn't this deliberately taking what he did just now?
Looking at Fang Zheng igniting the fortune incense in his hand, this time the old **** stick was a little nervous. He stared at the fortune incense in Fang Zheng's hand without blinking.
It seems to be more nervous than when he himself lit the incense of fortune.
"Little brother, what do you want in your heart?"
Fang Zheng replied: "I didn't think about anything, let it go, I want to see what good luck this fortune incense can bring?"
At this time, Fang Zheng was a little sore in his throat from the smoke, but he didn't try to fan the smoke.
He feels that since this is called fortune incense, the incense that these incense sticks burn and rise should also be one of the important links.
He had just carefully observed the two failures of the old **** stick, and the old **** stick was smoked to fan the incense smoke every time.
And Founder did not tell lies, he really decided to go with the flow.
Because he is not so obsessed with the old gods, and so obsessed with money.
He mainly wanted to test whether this fortune incense can only pick up small things like nail scissors?
He is not persistent about picking up money and not picking up money.
What he values is the value of the items he can pick up, so that he can have a judgment on the ability of fortune to improve luck.
One minute,
Two minutes,
Seeing that the fortune incense is about to burn out, and the incense ash is dropped, but the fortune of the founder has not changed.
"Little brother, the incense is about to burn out." The old **** stick couldn't help reminding him.
Fang Zheng just said casually, he was not in a hurry.
The old **** stick waited for another ten seconds, and the less the fragrance, the shorter it was. At the end, there was only a piece of afterglow sparks, which would be extinguished in the next second. The old **** stick just wanted to comfort Fang Zheng. Suddenly, There was a gust of wind blowing inexplicably on the sultry summer night.
Slap!
A brand new, unopened mobile phone silicone soft case, lightly dropped on Fang Zheng's feet.
Fang Zheng picked it up and looked at it, and he was immediately happy.
Actually, it just happened to match his domestic mobile phone model.
"The old **** stick, this should be considered a kind of money? How can it be worth ten or twenty yuan?" Fang Zheng glanced at the old **** stick beside him with a smile.
The old **** stick clamored for the injustice of heaven, why can Fang Zheng pick up a brand new phone case, but he can only pick up nail clippers? Still a second-hand! !
He also wants to give himself a phone with a corner off and wear a cover.
Fangzheng didn't pay attention to the hardened mouth of the old **** stick. He was thinking that this handful of fortune incense, more than a hundred incense burning at the same time, it seems that the value obtained has just been equal to the production cost of the incense?
"Old **** stick, how many bundles of incense sticks are in your bag." Fang Zheng looked at the old **** stick.
Old God Stick: "What are you doing?"
Fangzheng: "Bring them all, I want to try what will be the effect of burning at the same time."
The old **** stick took the plastic bag at his feet, and muttered: "It's all here, minus the three used times, and now there are four bundles of incense left."
"But I have to leave a bundle for myself, so I can only give the little brother these three bundles of fortune."
Three is three, Fang Zheng nodded.
Next, three incense sticks are burned at the same time, and this place is even more smoky.
But this time, Fang Zheng did not try to fan off the smoke and incense, waiting for the result.
In a few minutes, suddenly, there was a battery car that ran through a red light. It was swiftly passing in front of Fang Zheng's eyes. The person who ran the red light dropped a wallet on the road. Dropped less than a few centimeters from the square.
However, the person riding the battery car was undecided. When Fang Zheng wanted to remind, the other party had already run the red light all the way and disappeared into the street corner.
"This..."
The old **** stick looked dumbfounded at the wallet on the floor.
Can this work?
Then I felt sad, why others could find both a brand new mobile phone case and a wallet. What he found was a second-hand nail clipper.
Unfair! !
Seeing the battery car going away, Founder picked up his wallet and took a look. There was no card in the wallet that could identify identity, such as bank cards, ID cards, etc. There was not much money in the wallet, only three steel trowels and two five yuan Money banknotes.
Huh!
The tense old scepter on the side looked at the wallet with only 13 yuan, and breathed lightly.
Mum, he was scared to death just now.
I thought I was going to run naked this time.
Unexpectedly, the wallet that looks quite large is only 13 yuan.
At the same time, the old **** stick became even more unconvinced.
"I don’t believe in the old way. Why can you pick up money, little brother, and the old way, I can only pick up nail clippers! So old, I don’t believe that today will be a bad day, and this last hand of fortune will still be so bad. !!!"
The old **** stick rolled up his sleeves, spitted on the palm of his hand, and said unwillingly.