Chapter 439 Luck 9
Chu Tingbai went over and picked up the paper man that was shivering on the windowsill.
This little guy is actually afraid of heights, which is so embarrassing for him.
He looked at it with some disdain.
The little fellow felt his master's dislike, and he fiddled with his short arms and legs, dancing with joy.
"Let it lead the way."
Qing Yanrou watched them interacting with some amusement. It was almost lunchtime, and they could still go out for a meal after finishing breakfast.
Because the paper man has the ability to be invisible, there is no need to worry about scaring passers-by.
The four of them, along with the paper figurine, took the elevator downstairs.
After going downstairs, the paper man floated up from Chu Tingbai's palm and led them the way.
The paper man walked straight out of the community and headed outside, turning left and right. Several times it almost bumped into other pedestrians.
Every time it dodged, it would gently pat its chest with its short little hands, as if it had breathed a sigh of relief.
"Oh my god, this is so cute!"
Lin Ximeng's eyes were shining as she watched from behind, and the love in her eyes was almost overflowing out of her control.
She also wants to have such a cute and interesting little paper figurine!
The paper man led them for a walk under the scorching sun for more than an hour.
If Qing Yanrou hadn't given Lin Ximeng and Jiang Chen each a magic talisman and a cooling talisman, they would both be exhausted and dehydrated by now.
Finally, after walking for an hour and a half, the paper man finally arrived at a villa area.
"Will it be in here?"
They walked for a full hour and a half. Under normal circumstances, Lin Ximeng would have been speechless by now.
But now she was full of energy, without a drop of sweat, as if she had come here by car.
"You'll know when you go in and take a look."
"Hello, outsiders are not allowed to enter unless the owner calls."
But before they could go in, they were stopped outside by security guards.
“I am the head of the household here.”
The security guard looked at Lin Ximeng who was talking, and after watching her carefully for a while, he said with some doubts.
"Excuse me, could you please show me your pass? I'm a stranger to you."
Lin Ximeng didn't know that she would come here, so where did she get the pass?
However, she knew that this villa area has always attached great importance to privacy and would not let people in easily, so she could only call her father.
Less than a minute after she hung up, security received the call and let them in.
The paper man had just entered the villa area, but when he saw that they did not follow him, he turned back.
It was very excited to finally see them again.
He demonstrated it to Chu Tingbai with some dancing gestures, and then floated to the front right in a somewhat anxious manner.
"What's wrong with it?"
Qing Yanrou didn't understand what the paper man's actions just now meant, so she looked at the people around her.
"It says that person is doing something bad, let's go quickly."
After saying that, he took Qing Yanrou's hand and pulled her to quickly catch up with the paper mannequin.
Although Lin Ximeng and Jiang Chen didn't understand why, they saw them quickening their pace and hurried to catch up.
"Master, can my father's illness really be cured?"
In a room on the second floor of a villa.
The middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses asked the old man sitting cross-legged on the bed with some uncertainty.
The old man was wearing a black gown and a round hat. His face was full of wrinkles, and upon closer inspection, one could see a hint of illness.
"Don't worry, in half an hour your father will be cured, and he will have no problem living for another twenty years."
The old man did not open his eyes when he heard this. He still kept his eyes closed and spoke in a deep voice with a hint of joy in his tone.
However, the middle-aged man did not pay attention to this detail. The old man's words were like a reassurance to him.
The worry in his eyes was much less, and the sad expression on his face was much more relaxed. His gaze moved to another bed in the room.
Lying on the bed was an old man who looked to be only in his sixties. He was pale and had a calm expression, though his breathing was a little rapid.
The old man, called Master by the middle-aged man, counted quickly with his fingers. When he saw that the time was almost up, he slowly opened his eyes.
He picked up a green porcelain bottle from the cabinet next to him and opened the stopper.
A thick white mist slowly came out from inside and slowly flowed towards the old man on the other bed.
The white mist was connected to him at one end and to the old man at the other.
The old man looked greedily at the white mist connecting him and the old man, and raised his hands to protect it carefully.
This is all luck!
Once he has all this luck, he can get whatever he wants!
"Bang--"
Suddenly, there was a loud noise outside, which scared the old man in the long gown so much that his hands, which were protecting his luck, shook a few times.
"Go and see what's going on."
The old man freed up his other hand to calculate rapidly, but the more he calculated, the uglier his expression became.
"Remember, no one is allowed to disturb me at this time, otherwise your father's illness will not only not be cured, but he may even die here!"
"Okay, okay, I won't let anyone disturb you!"
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man hurriedly opened the door and prepared to go out to see what was going on.
But just as he opened the door, he saw four strangers rushing towards him.
"Who are you? Why are you trespassing? Get out of here right now, or I'll call the police!"
Chu Tingbai, who was walking in front, ignored him, pushed him away, and kicked open the door he had just closed.
"Hey, you can't go in, I called the police--"
It’s a pity that no one listened to him.
"Who are you? Get out of here—Puff—"
The old man in the black robe felt relieved when he saw that there was no spiritual aura on the four people who came in.
But before he could finish his words, he was hit by a spiritual power and immediately spit out a mouthful of blood.
"No—no, it's mine, all mine, everything!"
He supported himself on the bed with his hands, watching with bloodshot eyes as some of his luck slipped away from him.
The luck went directly to Jiang Chen. Looking at the white mist rushing towards him, Jiang Chen wanted to step back in fear.
It was Qing Yanrou who told him not to move, saying that this was his luck, and only then did he feel relieved.
The part of luck that belonged to Jiang Chen returned directly to him, and the rest of the luck was absorbed by the yellow paper that Qing Yanrou took out.
Store it first and return it to its owner when the time comes.
The old man was almost going crazy when he saw that the once rich aura was now gone without a trace.
"Give it back to me!"
His eyes were bloodshot and he looked at Qing Yanrou fiercely, as if he was going to tear her into pieces in the next moment.
"If you don't want your eyes, you'll ruin them."
Chu Tingbai raised his hand and shot a stream of spiritual power directly into the old man's eyes.
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