People say that I have a good heart, who can't blame for the good end
Yan Wangyan: Say it for good or not. All the good and evil in the world lies in my eyes and ears. I say that good is good, and that evil is evil, justice and justice, and self-judgment.
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Boom!
A silver light flashed across, and the high-speed rail pole from Pinghu to Beicheng was driving, like a silver dragon running wild.
Within the high-speed rail,
In the back seat of the No. 7 car, a young girl was sitting near the corridor, listening intently to the words of a silver man on the opposite side, frowning from time to time, and slanted with contempt at the sleeping teenager beside her.
The boy looks ordinary, his clothes are old, he is covered with a seventies army coat, and his face mask is obliquely covered with a big army cap, revealing a pair of plastic frame sunglasses, snoring from time to time, the whole person Looks nondescript, very irrelevant.
"The soil bun wears sunglasses and learns to be cool, cut..."
The girl despised in her heart and continued to look at the silver man on the opposite side.
It was a middle-aged man who looked about forty years old, but was already full of silver threads. He was wearing a Tang suit and also wearing sunglasses, but his temperament was countless times that of the young girl beside the girl.
At this moment, the silver man was grasping the hand of a middle-aged woman next to him, stroking it, and slowly said with a magnetic voice on his mouth: "This eldest sister, as I just said, the lower half of your middle finger. There is a highlight in the inch, this is nothing, but if you add the life of your zodiac of the chicken and this ruby ring, it will be very bad."
The clothes of the middle-aged women who were grasped by the silver man were close-fitting and generous, with exquisite materials, and six of their ten fingers were wearing gold, jade, and gem rings. It is not difficult to see that they are expensive.
Since getting on the bus, the middle-aged woman has been talking to the silver man. From the beginning, she has been inattentive and has been fooled to the point where she almost believes her words. Listening to the words of the silver man at the moment, the middle-aged woman jumped in shock, grabbed his hand, and asked excitedly: "Mr. Duan, we are just like seeing each other. You have something to say, eldest sister, my heart is not good, you half It's half-concealed, eldest sister, I can't stand it."
"Hehe..." Mr. Duan chuckled, patted the back of the middle-aged woman's hand, and said broadly, "Sister, don't worry, it's not a big deal, I just say it. This is a chicken, and the lower index finger is highlighted. With rubies, it will naturally constitute a small feng shui bureau of the human body, and become a bureau called: Cockscomb Blood!"
"Puff!"
The girl laughed, and the uncontrollable expression made Yin Nan's eyes look bad, and he quickly rolled his eyes and looked out the window.
"Mr. Duan, what exactly is this comb blood?!" The middle-aged woman continued to ask without noticing the girl's abnormality.
Mr. Duan looked calm and calm: "This round will bring a bloody word, that is, the subject will have a bloody disaster, but you can rest assured that the hemorrhage of the comb will not hurt your life, and at most it will break your hands or feet. It does not interfere, does not interfere. ."
"Damn! It's not in the way!"
After listening, the middle-aged woman stood up and immediately attracted the attention of the whole car, and was comforted by Mr. Duan and sat down.
After sitting down, the middle-aged woman was still excited, holding Mr. Duan’s hand and refused to let go: “Mr. Duan, I’m still young and I haven’t spent all my money. I still have a good day to go. I don’t want to break my hand. Broken foot, my husband just came here just after his death, you have to find a way to help me!"
The corners of Mr. Duan's mouth twitched unnoticeably, then disappeared, and he muttered: "This... There is no way, it's just..."
"Just what?!"
Mr. Duan sighed and said: "It just needs you to make some money."
"Huh..."
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged woman couldn't help but breathe out, and at the same time her tone became more inexplicable: "Mr. Duan, you can make a price."
"Hey." When the words fell, Mr. Duan sneered, "I respect you as soon as you see it, but I didn't expect you to put someone in my Duan as a liar, no matter what, I think someone in my Duan is troubled."
After speaking, Mr. Duan sat in a pretended manner, and stopped talking to middle-aged women.
This suddenly made the middle-aged woman panic. The previous doubts were swept away, and she began to apologize to Mr. Duan in a whisper. comfortable.
It seemed that the middle-aged women could not help their soft grinding. After a few minutes, Mr. Duan coughed lightly: "It's fine, I tell you that, all the problems are with your ruby ring. Just leave it out, the cockscomb blood One round will be gone, and it will be fine for you."
The middle-aged woman was overjoyed. After all the previous things, she no longer doubted Mr. Duan's words. She quickly removed the ruby ring from her hand and threw it on the table in front of her.
Boom, boom...
The high-speed rail continues to run, and the ruby ring on the table is not small, reflecting bursts of attractive brilliance.
While accepting the gratitude of the middle-aged women around him inexplicably, Mr. Duan looked at the table with his eyes covered with sunglasses. After a while, he said: "It's broken, it's broken. Sister, where did you throw the ring? I forgot to tell you that throwing the ring is harmless to you, but the ring is already tainted with the evil spirit of your pattern. If it is picked up by others and cannot be resolved, I am afraid that there will be a problem."
The middle-aged woman looked admired: "Yes, yes, Mr. Duan is really kind, and that ring is with you..."
"Wow, what a big ruby!"
Before the middle-aged woman finished her words, a voice suddenly intervened. The teenager with dark glasses facing her, who was sleeping soundly, sat up without knowing when, ignoring the fallen army cap, grabbed the ruby on the table, and asked the middle-aged. Women: "Sister, is this ring yours?"
"Ah, yes... No, no! No!"
The middle-aged woman responded instinctively, and then waved her hands again and again. What a joke, how could this broken hand and foot be mine? Whoever wants it, I don't want it anymore.
"Wow, then I was lucky? I actually picked up such a big gem. Sure enough, it was handsome and rewarded." The boy quickly put the ruby ring directly into his pocket with an overjoyed expression.
"Um..."
During this process, both Mr. Duan and the girl were stunned. The girl's expression on her face was exaggerated. She wanted to say something to her lips but did not say anything. On the other hand, Mr. Duan was sweating on his forehead, and the things he was about to get finally flew like this? !
After a little cough, Mr. Duan quickly said: "Little brother, did you find a ring, but I'm afraid I didn't hear you when you fell asleep just now. I said that ring..."
"Do you have bad eyes?" Mr. Duan's words were interrupted by the teenager. For a moment, the two men stared at the small sunglasses. After a long time, Mr. Duan continued to speak and sighed: "Ashamed, because of a strange situation back then. Matter, let me..."
"It's really not good, no wonder this big gem is not picked up, it should belong to me." Before Mr. Duan could speak, the teenager interrupted him again.
"Um, little brother, listen to me." Mr. Duan's tone was a little anxious, "This ring has a suffocating aura, and most people can't resolve it if they touch it. There will be blood and light disasters, danger..."
"I don't believe in feudal superstition!"
The boy interrupted Mr. Duan again, who was speaking again, and the girl on one side grinned and said, "Then what do you believe?"
"Hey..." The boy gave a dry laugh, and took out a book with a red cover from his bag, "I believe in Marx."
The girl looked towards the cover of the book, and saw the book titled "Marxist Philosophy" at the top of the book, and the following sentence was written obliquely with a brush:
Vigorously break feudal superstitions and sweep all monsters and ghosts!
Two words in the signature: Gu Yi
"Haha..."
Seeing this, the girl laughed directly. The patrol officer on the high-speed train passed by and looked at her curiously. She rolled her eyes, suppressed a smile, and said playfully, "Hey, Comrade Police, this little brother just picked up a big ruby."
"Uh!..."
Suddenly, Gu Yi and Mr. Duan were dumbfounded after sunglasses... (End of this chapter)