At night, in the long-life inn.

When Yan Qinghe finished the ghost dish and “falls a pot in the sky”, his face became a little strange.

This ghost dish, in fact, is a hapless dish, can make people fall bad luck once in three days, pour a small bad luck once a day, and will stop for nine days in a row.

Also known as the three six small mus.

And, the more back, the bigger the robbery.

In fact, the small mold on the eighth day is no worse than the big mold on the third day.

“What the hell is this?Can you keep people unlucky for nine days?Is that weird?”He was surprised, “And it can’t be resolved yet?”

Yan Qingyang was curious, and carefully studied it and found that it was not really impossible to resolve, but it was very difficult.

For example, doing more good seems to be a little lighter, but only slightly lighter.

Moreover, the size of the three six small molds will vary from person to person.

Some people's big bad luck, but it is equivalent to other people's small bad luck.

In a word, the size of the musty is related to the sins of people.

The deeper the evil, the greater the badger, the more unlucky it is, and even the possibility of dying if it cannot survive.

And the meritorious person, you can be immune to mold robberies, the three six small mold robberies are ineffective for him.

It can also be said that everything that can be unlucky is worth it.

“So it is, but...”

Yan Qinghe nodded, as if the painting style suddenly crooked, hesitantly asked himself: "Heaven ... really will fall the next pot?"

“Where did this pot come from?”

Yan Qingyang did not understand some, came to the stone platform to look at the sky, "out of thin air down the next flower pot?"If it falls from such a high, will it kill people?”

In other words, it’s like “falling pie in the sky.”

In fact, the painting is crooked, using this ghost art, you also need to say a mantra to heaven: "Look, flower pot!"

The mouth of the blue air does not move a little.

“Look at the pot!”

He looked at the sky at a 45-degree angle.

Unfortunately, there is no pot in the sky, so he was slightly surprised, is he thinking more?

Not used that way?

That's right...

He studied hard for a while and found that he was not wrong.

Wrong, there is no unlucky object, so there is no way to fall down a pot in the sky.

He also found that this ghost is effective for any creature, even if there is no entity of the ghost, still can not escape the fate of being hit by the flower pot.

Premise that there is evil in the living.

With his research, he became more and more curious about the flower pots in the sky, and he wanted to find someone to try the effect.

He hesitated and immediately returned to the people.

...

In mid-December, the weather was getting colder.

On the lonely street at more than two o'clock in the morning, only the street lights were faint and dim.

A burst of cold wind blew up the fallen leaves on the street, waste paper, and dust, adding a bit of desolation to the night.

Under the dim street lamp, there were two big men who were bored with cigarettes.

One of the big men's faces, there is a scar that looks rather malvy, smoking a cigarette while playing with a dagger, looking at the black and uninhabited street, grinned: "Tonight people are dead, how can there not even be a person?"

On the street, except for the two of them, not only one person, but even the shops on both sides were closed, and the atmosphere seemed strange.

"Tiger brother, this street is so strange tonight, why is there no one?"It's cool, there's nothing bad going on."

He squatted beside the tiger brother, the big man with a large figure, slightly raised his head and looked around.

"Look at your bear, born tall, you are not brave, you are afraid of the dark."Tiger brother can't help but look at it, spit out a mouthful of water, and then said: "Go out and tell others, you are strong and mixed with me, my tiger brother can't afford this face."

“No, brother Tiger.”

A tall man, looking at the other side of the street.

In that darkness, it seemed to hide some terrible existence, which made him feel the coldness of his back, and said, "Tonight this street, it is really strange, it seems a little abnormal."Tiger brother, you see, at the end of the street, it's a little scary."

"There's nothing wrong with it, isn't it black?"

Tiger took a hard breath of smoke, then threw the cigarette butts out and splashed the ground on a scattered Mars.

“Brother Tiger, there are ghosts...”

The large pupil suddenly contracted up, and it seemed to see something terrible.

“Damn your dead head, where are the ghosts in the world?”

The tiger brother hated the big man a little bit of iron and steel, and slapped it.

But when he saw the great and frightened eyes, he could not help but doubt in his heart and turned to look at the past.

In the darkness at the end of the street, lonely walking a woman with a face of shame and a long-haired woman with a stiffness like a zombie.

Although it was only far away, she could see the pale paper face in the dark, and felt the cold breath that emanated from her.

The tiger's heart was suddenly surprised, and there was a chill on his back.

It really isn’t a ghost, is it?

Otherwise, how could it be strange tonight that the whole street was so dark that there was not even a single person?

“Tiger, it’s really a ghost.”

The strong looked at the woman who came out of the darkness, and said some of it with horror.

“The ghost?”

There is also some fear in the tiger brother's heart, but think about where the ghost in the world?

But he didn't believe it, and then he smiled and said, "I'm afraid that people are ghosts, and they can only scare you cowards and shame."

He was very reluctant to go up together.

Approaching, waiting until I saw the woman's appearance, I thought that I had almost been scared, and I couldn't help but be angry: "In the big night, what kind of ghost do you play, do you know if you will scare the children?"

“It’s not a ghost.”

The man looked at the woman and breathed a sigh of relief.

It’s just a woman’s way of being, especially on a big night.

"Bear, where's the ghost in the world?"

The tiger brother scolded a strong word, and looked up and down the woman.

The pale, bloodless face, the thin body, there seemed to be a cold breath, but it was strange.Then, I saw a little bronze clock in the woman's hand, probably ten centimeters long, and I couldn't help but look at it carefully.

"It looks like a little bronze clock with an age."The Tiger is happy in his heart.

He has a good understanding of some ancient materials, and knows that the value of antiques is expensive, and is absolutely worth tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands.He looked at the empty street, his eyes could not help showing some greed, could not help but reach out and grab, but he was empty.

“You want to?”

The woman slowly raised her head and said to Tiger Brother and Strong.

"Yes, I want to bring the clock."The tiger brother shook the dagger in his hand, and his face was full of fierceness, “Or else...”

The woman smiled and said, “I’m the one who gave you the clock...”

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