0085 That's it
"Gurgling ......"
As long as the gamblers present grab the ghost mark beads, they will take out a smoking bottle with the same shape, stuff the ghost luck beads into it, and absorb the different vapors produced after the ghost luck beads evaporate.
For a moment, the room was filled with gurgling sounds.
I'm going to use the power of perception to observe the changes of each gambler when absorbing the Ghost Luck Beads, and see if there will be any special circumstances.
At first glance, it does make a difference.
Originally, their masks could block their physiognomy and luck, but now with this inhalation, the masks can't cover it.
All kinds of luck erupt from large and small, including the luck of the wind and the water, the luck of the soul, and the luck of the blessing of the soul......
It's just that there is no luck to draw an equal sign with the purple qi of Yu Xiangrou Dong. After all, the strongest luck is the auspicious celestial phase of the man with the mask of Lord Yama, but compared to the purple qi from the east, it is still slightly inferior.
Five minutes passed, and the ghost beads of the cigarette bottles in the hands of the gamblers were sucked clean, and their bodies began to shake inexplicably. There are even two people who may be too uncomfortable, taking off their masks and revealing their true faces, pale old faces and wrinkles full of vicissitudes, indicating that these two people are at least past middle age.
But their lips were only a little darker.
"Whew! Call! Whew!"
The mask of Lord Yama is really twitching, the mask is half uncovered and half unrevealed, revealing the double chin with moist eyes, and the crystal clear snot is drawn directly along the chin, like a faucet flowing water, forming a water line dripping to the ground.
"Eight Ga Ya Road!"
The man in the mask of Lord Yama poked his fingers a few times in the stomach of the big bear next to him, and at the same time said the earthy Japanese he learned from the TV series, and started squats again with a little impatience.
"Phew! Phew!"
The two bears played the fake trick of Wing Chun, and they were deflated.
"Knock on Nima!"
Monkey King swayed in circles step by step, swearing vaguely over and over again, looking like he wanted to go day by day.
"O God! Give me strength! Amen Buddha Heavenly Venerable! Long live the King of Hatred, long live, long live!"
The vast majority of gamblers, with mixed piety, fell to their knees, clasped their hands together, made a cross, and kowtowed to the photo sincerely.
Like a preacher who believes in superstition.
I opened my eyes wide and saw countless red qi flowing out of their bodies, which were then replenished by the ghost luck that was inhaled into their bodies.
And the luck they flow out is to fly to the photo, to the nose of the man in the photo, and finally the man seems to have life, using the nose as a support point, absorbing all the luck without wasting a single bit.
When the stamina of the first ghost bead is gone, the second one, and the second one is gone, the third one, always maintaining an eternal cycle of energy
I now consciously understand what this bureau is all about.
It's not as simple as mine, it's very dark at all.
These gamblers who suck the ghost luck are simply regarded as a kind of luck carrier, the ghost luck rotates around their bodies, and their own luck is taken away to supply the deaconity king in the photo, and they end up just mixing in a short period of time The luck of the luck is a step forward, and when the sequelae are completely pounced, waiting for them to release it will be a solution that may choke to death by drinking cold water.
Having said that, this short-term boost of luck can indeed do a lot of things. At least hang a breath for the dead, buy lottery tickets to earn a little money, go out and press the road and meet nobles, etc.
That's what they want.
So...... Yu Xiang Shredded Meat, which belongs to the top luck, is much stronger than this group of gamblers after absorbing the ghost luck beads.
When I thought of this, I subconsciously took two steps forward to re-protect Yu Xiangrou, who was watching the excitement.
"They're sucking, let's take a gamble."
Gou Chang walked to the only table with great difficulty, then pulled out the chair with one hand and sat down slowly.
"What if we don't gamble?"
I looked at him without fear, and said a slightly rebellious word, and by the way, I was ready to summon a watermelon knife to cut him at any time!
"Come on, have a hand."
He stared at me playfully, took out a deck of playing cards in his hand, and said in a cloudy voice: "You don't play? How did the next plot happen? Play a hand, and if you win, let the two of you go. ”
"Ding!"
Just when I was hesitating and didn't know what to do, the system prompted the attribute from pretending to be asleep, and then the system mother said loudly: "Mission update, please host and Ding and other yin Gou are always betting." Regardless of whether you win or lose, the task will be updated with the next steps that need to be done. ”
Ding and other inconsistencies?
According to the ancient ranking method of the Chinese nation, A, B, C, D, and Zhong Ding are the most inferior, can it mean that he is the weakest level of yin?
But he looks so awesome and coaxing, he can't see that he is weak at all!
I had no choice but to sit down with the shredded pork.
"Let's get started."
Gou often shuffles cards at the speed of light.
……
On the other end, inside Santana's car.
Fang Fatzi squinted his eyes with a cigarette in his mouth, took away the cigarette roll, turned his head to Lao Zhou, who was sitting in the co-pilot, and said, "That animal that looks like a big Siberian wild bear, what is he singing with a microphone?" That old loud, can't others hear it? ”
"I don't sing it to people!"
Lao Zhou took a sip of liquor, clenched the empty liquor bottle unhappily, and looked at the strong man's every move with slightly drunken eyes: "The combos he made with this set of skills are used to shout souls, and they are foot ghosts." To the ears of ordinary people, this sound is at most a low-decibel noise with incomplete pentatonic tones. And in the ears of lonely ghosts, it's different, it's like your mother calling you home for dinner, and if you don't go back, you will be beaten. ”
"I don't have a mother!"
Fang Fatzi's brain bag was missing a string and replied.
"It's so lazy, you don't seem to understand!"
Lao Zhou was like beating his children, and slapped Fang Fat's fat head angrily: "The soul shouter was the inheritance of the Guannei at the beginning, and then he brought this craft outside the Guandong Gate." They are similar to the shouting and shouting of craftsmen when they are performing arts, and they do not have a specified vocabulary, but they have a specified tone, most of which are Qin dialects. They shout souls depending on their personal skills, this young man is very powerful, he can call the lonely souls and wild ghosts in this area alone, you can watch it in a while, all of them are here. ”
"What am I looking at? I didn't open my eyes again!"
Fang Fatzi threw the cigarette butt out of the window without quality, and he didn't know which tendon was wrong, Lao Zhou said a word, and he said a word.
"Bang dang!"
Lao Zhou no longer paid attention to him, and directly opened the door and got out of the car.
"What are you doing?"
Fang Fatzi poked his head out and shouted.
However, Lao Zhou ignored him, fastened the buttons of the stand-up collar and half-cut sleeves, and arranged his hairstyle, and moved forward steadily.
After a while, he walked in front of the strong man.
The thin old Zhou stood in front of the strong man, as if facing a mountain.
Lao Zhou looked up at him, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching halfway, he squinted his eyes and looked at the strong man with disdain, and his flat tongue turned into a dirty and crazy mockery: "What the are you singing?" It's ugly to sing this! You're not afraid of bringing in a wolf?!"
"Huh? What's wrong? ”
The strong man held a small headset, shouted soul tone abruptly, and looked down at Lao Zhou with a confused face. What came to his face was Lao Zhou's drunken smell and bad breath, so he was stunned, and he staggered back half a step.
"It's disturbing the people!"
Lao Zhou jumped twice on the spot, moved the calf muscles of his legs to the most coordinated state, and increased the strength of holding the empty liquor bottle in his right hand by three points.
"If you disturb the people, you can talk to me well, and scold someone......"
The strong man thought that Lao Zhou was a drunkard who drank too much and had nothing to do, so he didn't think much about why Lao Zhou heard his voice, and he didn't want to persuade Lao Zhou to leave and continue to do what others explained to him.
What I never expected!
"Fuck you!"
Lao Zhou jumped on the spot, at least half a meter high, raised his right arm and spun around in mid-air, and suddenly smashed the liquor bottle into the strong man's head like a big slam dunk.
"Bang dang!"
"Click......"
The liquor bottle shattered in response.
Lao Zhou Yi used the strong man's head as a support point, like white hair floating on the floating water, and jumped up a few centimeters with his strength again. Falling his whole body backwards, his legs at an incredible angle to complete a rabbit kicking eagle action, and finally his legs quickly brought his legs together and used a deadly scissor leg to lock the man's neck.
"Poof!"
The two fell to the ground almost at the same time.
Lao Zhou reacted faster than the smashed, quickly raised his upper body, and smashed the bridge of the strong man's nose to death with a deadly small cannon fist, and blood flowed in an instant.
"Hmph...... Hmph......"
The strong man snorted as he lost consciousness.
"Let you howl! Makes you howl!"
Lao Zhou Sahuan didn't care about the wound in the palm of his hand, the more he beat him, the harder he beat him, the happier he became. It is estimated that the legal system does not exist in this society, and he can throw alive the strong man between his legs today.