Chapter 33 The Little Devil Backfires
Huo Shaoqing looked curious: "Did you die once?"
His eyes fell on her forehead. No wonder the stitches were so crooked. But she was luckier than him. At least she was still alive.
Shen Wan went straight to the used car market after leaving the hotel.
Huo Shaoqing thought she was going to buy a car, so he immediately said generously: "Go to my garage. There are three cars and two sports cars there. You can drive whichever one you want."
Shen Wan shook his head and waved his hands, then walked straight towards the second-hand electric tricycle.
Huo Shaoqing was stunned: "Three, three-wheeled vehicle?"
"You are a master of metaphysics after all, why don't you care about your image at all?"
"How can a master ride a three-wheeled motorcycle to travel? It's not cool at all."
Chen Wan said calmly, "What do you know? A three-wheeled motorcycle can carry a lot of things, and it can also carry people. It also has a shed, so it won't get wet even if it rains."
Huo Shaoqing didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Why are you so stingy?"
Chen Wan ignored him, spent fifteen thousand yuan to buy a second-hand three-wheeled motorcycle, and rode it to the Feng Shui shop in a hurry.
"When buying a three-wheeled motorcycle, you are so picky that you only buy a second-hand one, but you are willing to buy these messy things without even blinking an eye."
Huo Shaoqing watched in surprise as she moved the things into the truck bed, which was filled up in a short while.
Forget about things like the Bagua Mirror, Copper Coin Sword, Sanqing Bell, and Soul-Guiding Banner.
There are actually sacrificial items such as incense, candles, gold and silver ingots, etc.
"Why did you buy these?"
Chen Wan said faintly: "You are under my care now, so you don't need to eat, right?"
Huo Shaoqing looked disgusted: "You want me to eat candles?"
"Even dogs won't eat it--ugh!"
Before he finished speaking, Shen Wan seized the opportunity and quickly and accurately put a stick of incense into his mouth.
Huo Shaoqing was about to yell, but he felt the candle in his mouth tasted so fragrant, even more fragrant than meat.
He finished the incense sticks in no time, stared at the incense sticks in the truck bed with a sense of unsatisfied interest, and swallowed hard.
“It smells so good.”
"Woof woof woof, I'm a puppy. Give me another one."
Chen Wan threw it to him with a smile and said, "After you die, no matter how delicious the food in the human world is, it will be tasteless to you. Ghosts can breathe in incense and eat incense candles. This is better for your spirit body and more fragrant."
"These are prepared for you. Don't eat too much. One a day is enough."
Huo Shaoqing held the incense and candles and chewed them with gusto, then sat in the truck bed and followed Chen Wan back to Shanhai Bay.
"Master Wanwan, you're back." Zhang Xia, who had finished her housework on her own initiative, was lying on the sofa playing with her mobile phone. When she saw her come home, she immediately stood up to pick up her things.
"Master Wanwan, I just saw a post on a spiritual forum about raising a ghost to improve luck. The poster said it was very useful. Since he raised one, he not only got a promotion and a raise, but also got a girlfriend. He said that many celebrities and internet celebrities now customize their own ghosts to improve their luck. Is this true? Is it really that magical?"
Zhang Xia said this and handed her the phone to look at.
Shen Wan glanced at the post and frowned slightly when he saw the doll in the picture.
Scrolling down, I saw a photo of the poster himself holding the doll and smiling happily, and he said with certainty: "Whether it can improve his luck is another matter, but he has already started to be attacked by the little ghost."
Huo Shaoqing came over to take a look and sighed, "Raising little ghosts is so common in our circle."
"Raising little ghosts, Kumantong, worshipping the four Buddhas, wearing Buddha amulets, and worshipping the fox demon goddess are all common."
"It's rumored in the industry that worshiping these things can increase luck and make you prettier. As far as I know, there are several popular stars who keep these things. I used to think it was fake, but now that I've become a ghost myself, I guess the rumors are true."
Zhang Xia's face showed a little more yearning: "If it can increase luck and make me prettier, everyone would be tempted."
"Don't do that." Chen Wan said seriously, "You only know one side of the story but not the other."
"Do you know how the little ghost is made?"
The two shook their heads.
"First of all, this evil art of raising little ghosts comes from Southeast Asia. The wizard will use a secret witchcraft candle to light the baby's body under the chin, burn out the corpse oil, and then perform special treatment. Some people use children's ashes to make ghosts. After the ghosts are successfully made, they need to be worshipped every day and burn incense sincerely. The fierce little ghosts must also be fed with blood. If one day the little ghosts are not satisfied or abandoned, they will suffer a hundredfold backlash."
Chen Wan pointed at the doll in the picture and said, "Look carefully at its eyes. Do they look alive?"
When Zhang Xia took a look, she indeed felt an eerie feeling as if a ghost doll was staring at her.
If it was just a dead object, how could it give people a chilly feeling on their backs?
"The host of this post has a black forehead. If he doesn't get rid of this little ghost, he will die a miserable death."
Shen Wan took out his phone and left a message under the post.
[Sw: The little ghost you raised is biting you. I can take care of it and save your life.]
After a while, the poster replied to her.
[Luotuo Xiangzi: Damn, what's wrong with you? This is my baby. He is very well behaved and sensible. My fortune has skyrocketed since I had him! ]
Someone posted a comment below.
[Steel Man: Really? I've been so unlucky these past few years. If it's useful, I'll get one back and worship it as an ancestor!]
[Luotuo Xiangzi replied to Ganggangman: Of course it’s true, let’s talk in private. ]
Shen Wan realized that the other party was not only a worshipper of the little ghost, but also a seller, and that he posted this post just for advertising.
Sure enough, someone responded soon, but it was not out of curiosity, but someone scolding the original poster.
[Yaoyao Lin: Don’t trust him, and don’t invite the little ghost, it will really backfire! ]
In less than a minute, the reply was deleted by the poster.
Chen Wan happened to see it, and when he refreshed the page, he received a private message from the backstage.
[Yaoyaolin: Excuse me, can you really deal with the little ghost? ]
[Sw: Yes.]
[Yaoyaolin: I have a little ghost, and now it seems to be biting me. It makes noises every night and keeps me awake. It also ruins my career and has caused me to lose several jobs and pay a lot of money. People around me say that my personality has changed. It's really scary. What can I do to get rid of it? ]
【Sw: Give me the address and I’ll come find you. 】
Half an hour later, the other party finally sent it.
[Yaoyaolin: Are you a liar? A real master would go online? ]
The corner of Shen Wan's mouth twitched slightly. Master also needs to eat, okay?
[Sw: Times have changed, so I just keep up with the times. It's normal for you to have doubts about me. Let me teach you a protective spell first. Recite it three times before going to bed tonight. If you can sleep well until dawn, it won't be too late to give me the address tomorrow morning.]
At the same time, on the other side of the Internet, the popular young actress Lin Xiyue looked haggard as she read the content of the private message. After hesitating for a moment, she replied with a word "OK".
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