Shang Chengjun stretched out his left hand. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

I calmed down and didn't think about it so much.

Qin Feng looked at the outstretched left hand and looked over.

At this glance, Qin Feng's brows furrowed again.

"Palmistry hasn't changed?

Qin Feng muttered in a low voice, raised his head, and this time, the aura in his body worked, looking at Shang Chengjun's face.

A monk in the feng shui world, worthy of fate, one hand, two faces, and three lives.

This is the most basic way and the most commonly used way.

Luck in his eyes, in Qin Feng's eyes, there was still a trace of blood in Shang Chengjun's face.

"The Bloodlight Plague hasn't gone away?"

This time, Qin Feng's voice was not small, because it was too abnormal.

After taking away the blood-red file, plus his own means, logically speaking, Shang Chengjun's blood-light disaster should have been solved, but why, it still exists?

"Ah, Xiaofeng, what should I do then?" Hearing Qin Feng say this, Shang Chengjun suddenly became a little nervous.

It is a matter of life and death, and of course Shang Chengjun is worried.

Qin Feng did not answer Shang Chengjun's words, but frowned, falling into thought, the palmistry and face at the moment are a little abnormal, according to reason, it should not be like this.

He has already taken action, but Shang Chengjun's blood-light disaster has not receded.

If it is said that there are other monks who have intervened in Shang Chengjun's life, then he will definitely be able to sense it, although his cultivation realm is not high, but the realm of divine consciousness, in the entire feng shui world, Qin Feng believes that there are few people who are stronger than himself.

Then, there is very likely to be only one result, that is, because of ordinary people, Shang Chengjun's blood-light disaster continued.

Thinking of this, Qin Feng raised his head and glanced at Shang Chengjun.

"Uncle, have any weird people been in contact with you these days?"

"Weird people?"

"Yes! ”

Qin Feng nodded, recalling in his mind that in his previous life, he saw such a record in a classical book, in the feng shui world, there is an ordinary person who is also included in the scope of monks, this kind of person, in the feng shui world, has a very special name, called doom people.

A person of bad luck, as the name suggests, is a person who carries bad luck.

Actually, no, the Doom Man is not as simple as it seems to be.

Doom people are very rare, and they have not appeared a few times in history, but this kind of person has a very obvious characteristic, that is, it is extremely ugly.

Doom people are often prone to early death, although they are ordinary people, but they are included in the scope of monks, because in the eyes of monks, doom people are a natural magic weapon, which can involuntarily absorb yin and evil qi, this kind of yin and evil qi is very special, and will not harm the person itself, but it will affect a person's luck.

The yin qi absorbed by the bad luck person, or should I say bad luck, bad luck, bad luck, but also bad luck for oneself.

This is why people of bad luck tend to die young.

"There seems to be such a person, yesterday I went to have dinner with a few friends, I met a man named Hanako, who looked very ugly, like a burn, looked pitiful, so I gave him two dollars. ”

Shang Chengjun recalled, paused, and asked Qin Feng with some doubts.

"Xiaofeng, does it have anything to do with that beggar?"

Qin Feng didn't say anything, just nodded, affirmed Shang Chengjun's question and answer, thought for a while, and asked again.

"Uncle, where did you meet that beggar?"

"Not far from my doorstep. ”

When Qin Feng heard this, he immediately fell silent.

Qin Feng thought in his heart, in the capital city, there were bad luck people, this shouldn't be!

A city has the feng shui and aura of a city.

Jingshi, as the imperial capital of China, has been arranged again and again by many monks in the feng shui world in ancient times.

Shang Chengjun's home, Qin Feng, knew that it was in Sijiu City, that is, the LC area of Beijing City, which was the area shrouded by the Feng Shui Formation of Beijing City, and logically speaking, people of bad luck would not enter here.

It's not that you can't get in, and it's not that the aura of the city will block the bad luck people, but it's a choice for the bad luck people's subconscious.

The feng shui aura of the LC area of Beijing City and the aura of the doom people themselves will form a weak conflict, and this conflict, the doom people will subconsciously escape.

It's like a person who gets lost in the wilderness and has no reference around, and if an experienced person can calm down, then he will decide to move in a direction based on his own feelings. And often, the direction that I identify is the most correct direction.

This is the subconscious choice of the source, and in the case of the monk, it is the monk's sixth sense.

Qin Feng analyzed it carefully in his mind.

Qin Feng had a feeling that there seemed to be something hidden behind this.

But after thinking about it for a long time, I didn't find any clues.

Picked up the teacup and took a sip.

Qin Feng put this matter aside for the time being.

At the moment, it is better to crack the bloody disaster of Shang Chengjun.

The decision was made, and Qin Feng did not hesitate too much.

"Uncle, I'm here to crack your blood-light plague now, there may be pain later, I hope you can endure it. Qin Feng said slowly.

Qin Feng had his own decision in his heart, he planned to forcibly crack it, originally to crack the Blood Light Calamity, there was no need to be so troublesome, he only needed to cast a secret technique and temporarily change the life pattern of this time period.

But when he thought of the bad luck thing, Qin Feng always felt that there was a monk's shadow behind it, so he was ready to forcibly crack it, if there was really a monk behind his back, then he would definitely be able to sense it in the process of forcibly cracking it.

"Okay, Xiaofeng, don't worry, even if it's from the beginning, I can bear it. ”

Shang Chengjun nodded trustingly.

"Uncle, you do a good job, let's start here. ”

Qin Feng got up from his seat and walked to Shang Chengjun's side.

The aura in his body was working, and Qin Feng's hands began to emit a faint white light.

Seeing this scene, Shang Chengjun's trust in Qin Feng in his heart deepened even more, and then he closed his eyes, grabbed the armrests of the seat with both hands, and waited for Qin Feng to make a move.

Qin Feng's breath moved to his hands, and as soon as the thought in his heart moved, a majestic aura enveloped Shang Chengjun from his hands.

This forcible cracking of the Bloody Light Disaster is to use the breath in the monk's body to forcibly interfere with a person's luck.

Everyone has their own aura, and in the same way, everyone also has their own luck, although this luck is said to be invisible and intangible, but it will affect the stability of a person's aura, and a person's aura is unstable, which naturally means that there is a change in luck.

And the monk, if he forcibly cracks the disaster, then he only needs to restore the aura of ordinary people to stability.

This is also the key point for monks in the feng shui world to be able to see the quality of a person's face.