In my utter shock, the black snake only stayed for a moment, and as the food was digested, it twisted its body and swam towards the fat man's body (bottom), and swallowed it again in the blink of an eye, and then returned satisfied, gradually retracting into Mr. She's abundant humiliation.

Because of the proximity to it, I saw it very clearly.

Although this black snake is lifelike and looks no different from a real snake, its body is also entangled with a rich gray turbidity, but these turbidity is not emitted, but is condensed into a completely physical state, which takes on an alternative black color due to its thickness.

In other words, this black snake is not a real entity, but a spirit-like spirit!

My cold sweat ran down my face.

It turned out that Mr. She's way of healing the trick was actually done in the form of a spirit devouring a spirit!

This is unbelievable at the same time, there are some inexplicable cruelty, which makes people feel inexplicably awkward.

Looking at the strange aura that had completely disappeared on my arm, I couldn't help but laugh at myself the moment this thought surged in my heart. After all, it is ourselves who say that we are determined to cure the disease, and now that we are cured, we have to criticize the indecent form, and it is really difficult for us to serve.

As the fog around the black snake and Mr. She disappeared together, Mr. She regained his previous appearance as a "big man".

She seemed to be a little embarrassed, laughed awkwardly twice, and said in a rough voice: "Hey, these two little tricks are quite troublesome, I'm tired enough, haha......"

The fat man and I naturally thanked the people for their kindness, and licked our faces to ask what was going on with the black snake that could swallow the trick.

Mr. She kept silent, only saying that it was just a family handicraft, and he couldn't get on the stage, so he didn't mention it.

When people say this, we will definitely not be able to ask again, and many doubts can only be swallowed in our stomachs.

I asked how much I should pay for the medical expenses, and Mr. She waved his hand and said that she and my master were close friends, and that if she said anything about the medical expenses, we would be willing to help in the future.

Then she took out two packets of colorful medicinal powder from the shelf, saying that this was black ant powder, which could be taken for seven consecutive days from today to speed up the body's recovery after being attacked by yin qi.

Mr. She winked at us obscenely: "This thing is a big supplement for the blue people...... Hey hey ......"

Looking at the slogans such as "all kinds of things you know" that were crudely printed on the packaging, the fat man and I were ashamed, and after exchanging contact information with Mr. She, we hurriedly said goodbye and fled in embarrassment.

For the next seven days, the fat man and I took the medicine on time, and the curse did not occur again, which was considered a complete cure. On Ma Yubao's side, it was surprisingly calm.

In this regard, Fat Bird's explanation is that the person who casts the curse kills 1,000 enemies and injures 800 himself, which is really an evil magic that harms others and is not beneficial to himself.

I thought that the old broken shoes were exhausted, but in the end, the bamboo basket was empty, and after being sucked up by my food trick card and two carefully refined tricks, it must have been a big loss of vitality, and maybe I was angry and died.

The photo book says: The person who feeds the yin will have a different appearance.

Feeding yin refers to people who raise tricks and yin spirits, and this difference means that it is different from ordinary people. To put it simply, it's either extremely beautiful or extremely ugly.

Although Mr. She is a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, he is essentially the same as the old lady who raises tricks, and he can be regarded as a person who feeds yin.

I don't know if they are raising feminine things, so they have such an exaggerated appearance, and naturally I can't ask.

This idea was confirmed many years later, when the fat man and I met Mr. She again somewhere in Jiangnan, but that was a later story, so I won't mention it for the time being.

After being cured of the curse, the next ten or so days passed a little boring.

The hard work of posting advertisements still has a certain effect, and people have come to see them one after another. There are more people who read it, and I continue to secretly study and read photo books, and my knowledge gradually enriches, and I become more and more eloquent, and sometimes even I believe it to be true.

But after all, it's all a small job, barely making enough money to make money.

Ever since I learned that there was a little girl in the chest eating trick, I had a lot of communicating with her through my consciousness, half to get closer, and the other half to be curious.

But the annoying thing is that this little girl has a good temper, and she loves to put on a stinky shelf like a fat bird, and she ignores me.

She shouted hunger all day long, said that I abused my young daughter, and always said that she was unlucky, and she was such a useless master as me, and it seemed that it was useless to want to soar.

Later, he directly changed his name to call me a little waste.

I'll go! I'm also drunk with her self-confidence, and I said in my heart that you can fly into an immortal with a broken wood brand? When you are an immortal, you use your ID card to queue up to receive it? What's more, you stinky girl doesn't even have an ID card!

If I'm a little trash, you're a little stinky fart!

As for the problem that she keeps shouting about hunger, to be honest, I'm quite embarrassed, people are messing with you, and you can't even talk about food anyway.

But she feeds on strange spirits, which is really difficult for me, and I can't just get through two bowls of knife-cut noodles a day.

I can't just get her stuttered food and go to find a trick every day! Isn't Lao Tzu afraid?!

In the end, there was really no way out, so I had to ask the fat bird for help.

Although it can't communicate directly with the little stinky fart in my food trick card, after all, it tastes the same, and they all feed on spirits, and if they are willing to bring me a "takeaway" back every day, it will be able to solve my urgent needs to some extent.

Who knew that the head of this thing was shaking like a rattle, and even said that he had lost weight like this recently, and I still had to cut the flesh on it, so I didn't talk about it!

I threw out the bait of Texas grilled chicken again and offered to exchange it for grilled chicken. This fat guy rolled his eyes, and thought for a long time that he could only change the information of the grilled chicken, and I would change it if I wanted to, and I didn't want to get out!

After eating my two grilled chickens, the fat bird burped and told me that the hospital's morgue and crematorium were places where yin qi flourished, although the yin qi here was actually different from what we often say was weird.

For the strange creatures, they instinctively favor their corpses, but for the morgue and crematorium, where the yin and yang breath meet, there is a natural fear, and they dare not stay for a long time.

Therefore, the yin qi here does not exist in the form of a spirit body, but a stream of turbid qi formed in the body of a person at the moment of life and death.

Although this turbidity is not a big meal for the little stinky fart in my food trick card, it is better than nothing.

In several encounters with Little Trick and Old Lady Trick, I had already seen the power of the little stinky fart, so in order to avoid her striking at a critical moment, I had to run to the crematorium and morgue all day long, so that she could be fed.

There were relatively few people in these two places, and no one paid attention to them at first, but then I went there more often, and the security guards and staff began to focus on me, making me feel like some Buffalist was trying to wreak havoc.

And I couldn't explain it clearly, and I explained that it was probably worse, and I was afraid that I would be locked up in a psychiatric hospital.

Therefore, I had to wander around the walls of these two places all day, and only once in a while did I dare to show my face.

I just got rid of the struggle between posting advertisements and street aunts, and I fell into the quagmire of dealing with the security guards, woo...... My life is nothing short of tragic.