There’s an Evil Spirit Here Chapter 820: Fishing lovers
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When Fang Zheng returned to Zhou City, it was already afternoon.
Fang Zheng lifted the guitar backpack **** his shoulders.
Today's ghost knives and knives are heavier.
As soon as Fang Zheng arrived in the university town, he saw that the old **** stick had opened, and the old **** stick has just opened today.
That was a male college student in his twenties.
"Master, I don't know why, I have been ill-fated lately, and I always smell of seafood, um, am I entangled in something dirty?"
At this moment, Fang Zheng just walked to the door, and immediately refreshed.
There was a golden streamer in Fang Zheng's eyes, which flickered.
That was when he quietly used martial arts supernatural powers, and then put them away in the next second.
As a result, the male college student showed no signs of blackout in the hall.
Even the color of forgiveness, which represents life span, is normal for people of the same age.
Only the red qi, which represents qi and blood and the health of the body, has some lightness...
Founder thought.
It seems that this male college student's body qi and blood are somewhat empty, it should be just that a certain tissue of the body has a disease, and it is a little weak.
At this time, the old **** stick also noticed the arrival of Fang Zheng. He nodded to Fang Zheng as a greeting, and then looked at the male college student in front of him speechlessly: "You are a big man, where does the seafood smell come from you."
The male college student said anxiously: "It really smells of seafood, if you don’t believe it, you can smell it, Master!"
After the male college student finished speaking in a hurry, he took the initiative to move his body closer to the old **** stick.
The old **** stick seems to really smell seafood, frowns, hides behind his body, and then asks the other party to stretch out his palm to show him his palmistry.
The college student honestly stretched out his palm.
As a result, after reading the palmistry, the old **** stick instantly turned black.
"Young man, answer me honestly, how many times do you learn King Kong in the dormitory a day?"
"What?"
"Young people, remember to keep hygienic and wash your hands afterwards. No wonder you said you smelled of seafood. When you spread out your palms, the billion trillion life killing karma on your hands almost didn’t kill me, billion trillion. Can the corpses of tadpoles pile up and decay without foul smell?" The old way pinched his nose and waved his hand, saying that there is no major problem. Washing hands frequently in the future and living modestly will naturally get rid of the seafood smell on the body.
"But Master, why do I often feel bad luck recently? Recently I was arrested every day when I call my name, and I couldn't even get my favorite Dongpo meat for several days when I ordered a dish in the cafeteria!" That college student Still a little unwilling to give up.
The old **** stick shook his head speechlessly and said: "The old way asks you, have you always felt physically weak, sleepy, lack of energy during the day, and can't get up? Do you want to sleep but can't sleep?"
The male college student was surprised: "Master, how do you know so clearly? I really do not fall asleep every day when I want to sleep, and sleeping pills have no effect. I just slept for two or three hours and immediately wake up with cold sweats."
The old **** stick has a dark face: "You are intemperate every day, look at the degree of yellowing of your 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 and don’t go to class. If the number of skipping classes increases, the probability of being named and captured will naturally increase."
"You don’t feel energetic during the day. When you wake up and go to the cafeteria to cook, it’s after lunch time, you can still hit Dongpo meat. That's really a ghost."
Fang was watching with a strange look.
If there is too much, your hands will turn yellow?
Is there such a strange saying?
No wonder he used martial arts supernatural powers. When he saw that college student, his blood was empty and his body was weak...at least six or seven times a day. This buddy is afraid that it is a life-threatening rhythm.
……
After there was no business in the store, Fang Zheng told the old **** stick about the purpose of this trip.
Without a word, the old **** stick immediately worked diligently and took out a lot of the inventory he had prepared these days.
While waiting for the old **** stick to pick up the stocks of fortune incense and disease incense, Fang Zheng looked around the shop and found that there were only one piece of wood carving handicrafts in the store after so many days.
It took so long to sell one, not to say how bad the handicrafts are. After all, this is a fortune-telling hall, not a place specializing in selling handmade art.
Moreover, the location of the shop is not in a prosperous area, just in a small road.
This is like a person who enters a Chinese restaurant to eat beef noodles and never order western food.
At this time, the old **** stick came back with the incense of fortune and the incense of illness, and saw Fang was looking at the unsalable wood carving handicrafts on the shelf. The old **** stick was also anxious and said: "The small handmade artworks brought by the little brothers were very popular in the past. Okay, people come to buy it every day, and it will soon be sold out, but in the last more than a month, only one piece has been sold. I can’t sell it. I don’t know what’s going on."
"The appearance of these wood carvings is completely comparable to the ones on the market, that is, our shop does not specialize in selling folk handicrafts. People passing by the shop only know that we are a fortune-telling hall. I don’t know that we still sell folk art. Handmade artwork."
Recently, Fang Zheng has been in the residential area and the old street every day, with two-point and one-line activities.
I rarely come to the university town.
It wasn't until Mr. Fu and Tufu Zhang came back this time that Fang Zheng finally had time to come to the university town, so the wood carvings have been unsalable, and Fang Zheng didn't know.
"The recent batch of wood carvings brought by the little brother are still set aside. There is no place to put them on the shelves for the time being." The old **** stick pointed to a corner and said to Fang Zheng.
Fang Zheng looked over.
It was the batch of wood sculptures that he was investigating with Lao Shen Gun not long ago about the suicides of high school students, and by the way, he asked Lao Shen Gun to drive back to the store.
At this time, it was left untouched in the corner to eat ashes.
"Well, I know about this, I will think of a way."
Fang Zheng frowned, he remembered this.
After the old **** stick packed the incense of good fortune and the incense of illness, Fang Zheng picked up the second incense and left the university town.
Go straight to kill 72 ghost gates.
Fang Zheng already knew about the geographic location of the Seventy-two Guimen Passes at the time of the Lao King incident.
……
The seventy-two ghost gates are not really **** ghost gates, but a big river with turbulent waters and complicated hydrology. Few people here would call this river its official name, but its own name.
Seventy-two ghost gates!
The southern coastal provinces are surrounded by mountains and ridges. It is said that under the mountains through which this tributary flows, 72 complicated waterways are formed. The older generations said that the 72 waterways are actually seven suppressed by the great mountains and geomantic omen. Twelve ghost gates close.
There are also older generations who said that in the Seventy-two Ghost Gates, there are actually very large ancient tombs that have not been dug up yet.
All of the above rumors, I don’t know which sentence is true, which sentence is exaggerated and bluffing.
But one thing is true. No one can explore the waterway under the mountains so far. No matter how many people go in, they are either lost or confused. The worst outcome is that they never come out again in a lifetime. .
Some people say that it was caught by the water monsters and water ghosts in the waterways and used them to replace the dead ghosts.
Sunset in the west.
The setting sun obliquely shone on the surface of the river, shimmering, fiery red like a sun of blood floating on the surface of the river.
On this day, there are villagers who have lived by the river for generations, who are living by running boats. They are about to stop work and go home, but they see a young man with a long cloth backpack on his back, standing by the river embankment. Still, the villagers shouted: "Young people, it will be dark soon. When it gets dark, the river is so dark that you can't see anything. I will come back to the riverside to fish in the daytime tomorrow..."
"This river is not peaceful at night!"
The young man was mistaken for a fishing enthusiast.