Chapter 381 Zhang Ming learned the art of luck devouring without a teacher

In the auction house, some monks were bartering, exchanging their own things for other people's treasures.

Some monks also accept cash transactions and will sell their belongings as long as the price is right.

Huo Qinghuang looked around the stalls with great interest, but was soon disappointed. After shopping for half a day, she still returned empty-handed.

“The resources of this world are too scarce.”

Huo Qinghuang shook her head secretly, not planning to stay any longer, and told Huo Lingfeng to leave.

On the other side, Li Cheng returned to the hotel where he was staying after the auction ended.

He sat in the presidential suite of the hotel with a gloomy face and a heart full of resentment.

"Who is that little girl? She is so powerful."

His assistant stood aside and said cautiously: "Boss, I checked and found that the girl seems to be from the Huo family, and seems to be quite famous in the cultivation world."

Li Cheng was stunned: "A member of the Huo family? No wonder she is so arrogant. However, I will not let this matter go like this."

The assistant was shocked. He knew his boss's temper. Once he made up his mind, it would be difficult to change it.

But he also knew the power of the Huo family, and advised: "Boss, the Huo family is not easy to mess with, so we should not provoke them easily."

Li Cheng snorted coldly: "Humph, no matter how powerful the Huo family is, it can't affect Hong Kong City. I must get back at them for this matter.

Go investigate her background and don't alert her."

The assistant could only nod helplessly: "Yes, boss."

…

The Huo family’s old house.

Huo Qinghuang originally planned to return to her residence and go directly to school tomorrow, but because of the dragon fish, she had to follow Huo Lingfeng back to the old house.

She first went to see Zhang Ming who was casting the spell, and found that although he was emaciated, his eyes were surprisingly bright, and seemed to contain a hint of passion?

What is going on?

Could it be that the backlash had shocked this guy into insanity?

Huo Qinghuang was stunned for a moment and looked at the other person suspiciously.

Just at this time, Zhang Ming finished his last worship of the day.

He stood up and opened his mouth slightly. A faint wisp of black smoke floated out from the straw man and went straight into Zhang Ming's mouth.

Huo Qinghuang: "..."

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would not have believed that Zhang Ming had learned the art of devouring luck without any teacher.

Those wisps of black smoke were clearly the power of luck of the cursed person.

While casting the spell, Zhang Ming unexpectedly triggered some mysterious power, allowing him to absorb the luck carried by the straw man.

Huo Qinghuang was shocked.

This technique of devouring luck is an extremely advanced and rare method in the world of cultivation, and is referred to as the technique of devouring luck.

If the person casting the spell is not careful, he will be attacked back and fall into an irretrievable situation.

"How did you learn this luck-devouring technique?"

Huo Qinghuang stared at Zhang Ming with a serious look, and her voice unconsciously rose a few degrees.

She was well aware of the dangers of this technique.

If Zhang Ming really mastered the art of luck-devouring but didn't know how to use it correctly, he would soon be killed by backlash.

Zhang Ming looked up blankly: "What, what technique? I just bow three times a day as you said..."

His eyes suddenly widened, "Wait, what are those black smokes?"

Huo Qinghuang frowned.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, a smug smile suddenly appeared on Zhang Ming's face.

"I see. You are talking about these black smoke, right?"

Zhang Ming scratched his head and said, "Hehe, just yesterday, when I was bowing to the straw man, an inexplicable force suddenly came into my body. At that time, I felt refreshed and didn't feel tired at all."

As he spoke, he raised his head and looked at Huo Qinghuang with a curious look on his face: "Miss Huo, is this the fate-devouring technique you mentioned?"

Golden light flickered in Huo Qinghuang's eyes, and a ray of invisible spiritual consciousness penetrated Zhang Ming's soul.

Um?

There's nothing abnormal about this guy's soul, he's just an ordinary soul.

With her great emperor-level spiritual awareness, she would definitely not be wrong.

So what is going on?

Is it really possible that this guy is gifted and has learned everything on his own?

Forget it, if you can’t figure it out, just stop thinking about it.

Anyway, this guy can't get out of her control anyway.

However, in order to prevent him from dying suddenly, a warning is still necessary.

Thinking of this, she deliberately threatened: "This Luck Devouring Technique is an ancient forbidden technique. Although I don't know how you comprehended it, it is best to use it less."

"Why? Is there any taboo in this Luck Devouring Technique?"

Zhang Ming widened his eyes and asked hurriedly.

Da Liu, who was waiting on the side, was confused and looked at Huo Qinghuang when he heard it.

"It's a huge taboo."

Huo Qinghuang put his hands behind his back and said calmly: "If the person who performs this technique does not have enough luck or merit, he will be attacked back. At the very least, he will suffer injuries, become a widow or a disabled person, or at the worst, he will die an unnatural death, his soul will be scattered, and he will never be able to reincarnate.

Which one do you think you belong to?"

Zhang Ming was stunned.

He never expected that the magical spell he accidentally obtained would be so deadly.

But this thing works on its own, so he can't just stop using it if he wants to, right?

Zhang Ming's face instantly wrinkled into a bitter gourd.

After a long while, he stammered, "I, I don't know anything about these. Which category do you think I belong to, Miss Huo?"

Huo Qinghuang looked at Zhang Ming's pitiful appearance. Although she found it funny in her heart, she still maintained a serious expression on her face.

After looking at the other person for a while, she slowly said, "As for you, you haven't done anything great since you were born, and your luck is pitifully thin.

In my opinion, if you continue to use this luck-devouring technique, you will probably suffer a backlash within three days."

When Zhang Ming heard this, he was so frightened that his face turned pale as paper, his legs went limp, and he almost fell to his knees.

"Ms. Huo, you must save me! I didn't know this thing was so dangerous. I don't want to die!"

His voice was trembling with pleading, and his eyes were full of fear and despair.

Huo Qinghuang frowned slightly, as if thinking about something, but feeling very embarrassed.

Zhang Ming's heart almost jumped into his throat when he saw her expression.

After a while, she said, "There is a way. Just be obedient. I just need your full cooperation."

Zhang Ming nodded hurriedly, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw: "Ms. Huo, as long as you can save me, I will do anything!"

Huo Qinghuang laughed secretly in his heart, but his face remained serious: "First of all, once you start casting the spell, you can't stop. Otherwise, if you give up halfway, the backlash you will suffer will be even greater."

"I still want to continue to worship? After the curse is over, will I still be alive?"

Zhang Ming was panicking, feeling like he might not see the sun tomorrow.