Here Lies The Wicked

Chapter 430 Phone Case

Fang Zheng felt that Old god stick was his lucky star.

He's going to Blessed Land tomorrow night.

Old god stick had just developed the Luck fragrance.

Although this Yunshixiang is a bit unreliable, it is still a bit of a pervert...

Next, Fang Zheng asked the old godstick, is there anything special about using this Yunshixiang?

For example, is there any hand gesture? Or is it some kind of chant or incantation?

Old god stick said that as long as one thought, or nothing, good luck will naturally fall from the sky.

This is called good luck.

There was no need to spell.

Because the Yunshixiang itself is a low-match version of the beggar, foolishly one-button operation.

Fang Zheng was surprised. He didn't expect the Yunshixiang to be so simple.

As expected, it was a dishonest Yunshixiang.

"Little brother, do you have a good candidate? Are you ready to pick a passerby?"

"If the little brother doesn't know what to choose, I can help the little brother for free. The old man who walked past the fruit stall and took an orange with him is a good candidate."

Old god stick handed the Yunshixiang and lighter to Fang Zheng and said.

Fang Zheng rubbed his chin.

"Must we find someone to sacrifice?"

Listening to Fang Zheng, Old god stick smacked his lips, "That's not necessarily true. I was afraid that the success rate was 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 Old god stick said really made sense.

So Fang Zheng made up his mind... Click, a small flame shot up from the lighter, and he started to light up the Yunshixiang in his hand.

"Hey, little brother, why didn't you choose someone as your target?" Old god stick suddenly uttered a surprised voice and looked at Fang Zheng in confusion.

Fang Zheng did not choose a target.

He took the Yunshixiang and lowered his head to click on the Yunshixiang, not choosing a target among the crowd.

"Oh, I was afraid that there would be another godson, so I avoided this step." Fang Zheng smiled at the old godstick.

Bang, a crisp sound.

It seemed to come from a heavy slap on the face.

Old god stick was depressed with anger.

Fang Zheng was always hitting people in the face.

Didn't he mean to start with what he just did?

Watching Fang Zheng light up the Yunshixiang in his hand, this time it was Old god stick who was a little nervous. He did not blink and stared at the Yunshixiang in Fang Zheng's hand.

He seemed even more nervous than when he lit up the Luck himself.

"Little brother, what do you want in your heart?"

Fang Zheng replied, "Nothing. Let nature take its course. I want to see what good luck this Yunshixiang can bring."

Fang Zheng's throat and eyes were sore from the smoke, but he didn't try to fan it.

He felt that since this was called the Yunshixiang, the burning incense of the Yunshixiang should also be an important part of it.

He had just carefully observed Old god stick's two failures. Old god stick was so fuming each time that he used his hand to fan the incense fumes.

And Fang Zheng did not lie. He did decide to let nature take its course.

Because he wasn't as obsessed with Old god stick as he was with money.

He mainly wanted to test whether the Yunshixiang could only pick up worthless little things like nail clippers.

He was not persistent about picking up money or not.

What he valued was the value of the items he could pick up, which would allow him to have a valuation on Yunshixiang's ability to improve shipping.

One minute,

Two minutes,

Seeing that the Yunshixiang was about to burn down and the Yunshixiang was about to drop, there was no change in Fang Zheng's version.

"Little brother, the incense is almost gone." Old god stick couldn't help but remind him.

Fang Zheng was just saying "Yes." He wasn't in a hurry.

Old god stick waited for another ten seconds. The less the incense, the shorter it was. In the end, there was only one spark left. The next second, it was going to go out. Old god stick was just about to say something to comfort Fang Zheng when suddenly, on a stuffy summer night, a gust of wind blew inexplicably.

Snap!

A brand new, unopened silicone shell of the phone fell lightly at Fang Zheng's feet.

Fang Zheng picked it up and looked at it.

It actually matches the model of his domestic mobile phone.

"Old god stick, this should be one of the kinds of money that you found, right? It's worth a hundred or twenty yuan anyway." Fang Zheng glanced at Old god stick beside him with a half-smile.

Old god stick yelled at god's injustice. Why did Fang Zheng pick up a brand new phone shell and he could only pick up a nail clipper? It's still second-hand!

He also wanted to knock off a corner of his cell phone and put on a condom.

Fang Zheng did not pay attention to Old god stick's tough mouth. He was thinking that the Yunshixiang, which had more than 100 incense burning at the same time, seemed to have just achieved the same value as the production cost of incense?

"Old god stick, how many more Incense bundles are in your bag?" Fang Zheng looked at Old god stick.

Old god stick: "What?"

Fang Zheng: "Bring them all. I want to see what the effect of burning them at the same time is."

Old god stick took the plastic bag at his feet and mumbled, "It's all here. Minus the three times you used it, there are still four bundles of incense left."

"But as the old saying goes, I have to leave a bundle for myself, so I can only give my little brother these three bundles of Yunshixiang."

Three is three. Fang Zheng nodded.

Next, three sticks of incense were burned at the same time, making the place even more smoky.

But this time, Fang Zheng also did not try to fan away the smoke and incense, waiting for the results.

A few minutes later, suddenly, a car that ran a red light sped past. Just as it was driving past Fang Zheng's eyes, the man who ran the red light dropped a wallet on the road and fell a few centimeters away from Fang Zheng.

But the man on the scooter was still undecided. When Fang Zheng wanted to remind him, he had already run a red light and disappeared on the street corner.

"This..."

Old god stick looked at his wallet on the floor and was dumbfounded.

Is that possible?

Then he felt sad. Why would anyone find a brand new phone case and a wallet? What he always found was a second-hand nail clipper.

Injustice!

Fang Zheng picked up his wallet when he saw the trolley drive away. There were no identification cards in the wallet, such as bank cards, id cards, etc. There was not much money in the wallet, only three steel bars and two five-yuan notes.

Whoosh!

Old god stick, who was nervous at the side, looked at his wallet, which was only thirteen yuan, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Mother, I scared him to death just now.

I thought I was going to run around naked this time.

I didn't expect that the wallet that looked so big was only thirteen yuan.

At the same time, Old god stick was even more unconvinced.

"I don't believe the old way. Why can you get the money, little brother? I can only get the nail clippers! I don't believe that today will be a bad day, and this last Yunshixiang will still be so bad!"

Old god stick rolled up his sleeves and spat at his palms. He said reluctantly.

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