Feng Qingyang thought for a while and said, "Before, I heard of a spell, which is not the right way, it is considered an evil law......

I hurriedly asked, "What evil law?" ”

Feng Qingyang replied: "The mage will use the bones of some spiritual animals to make magic weapons, which can be worn on the body, at first, I mean at first, there will indeed be some good effects, such as gathering wealth in a very short period of time, getting good luck, and even extending life, etc., but this kind of spell has a time limit, and once the time limit is exceeded, it will get worse......"

I was puzzled and asked, "Some people become famous overnight, but soon disappear again, maybe they die accidentally, could it be that they also use this evil method?" ”

"I don't know," Feng Qingyang continued, "Although I can't manipulate this evil method, I know the basic principles......

"How does it work?"

"For example, a person's life has thirty years of good luck, but those good fortunes are generally scattered, and through evil spells, thirty years of good luck can be gathered together, so the person who has been cast a spell will feel that life is very good in a short period of time, but when his little luck is used up, ......"

"What will happen?!"

"Hehe, that's miserable......"

I understand that Feng Qingyang means that a person's life is full of ups and downs, there are good times, bad times, good times and bad times, high and low, and this life can be passed smoothly.

However, some people always look at the immediate benefits, and gather the good times of a lifetime together to consume, the first period of time may be very cool, but the good days are over, only the most bitter and unlucky days are gathered together, then it is miserable.

Think about it, this situation is indeed more suitable for Mr. Wang.

Because Mr. Wang said that after getting that string of prayer beads, in the first few years, his business was indeed smooth sailing and made a lot of money, but in recent times, luck and business have begun to decline.

Perhaps, the good luck of the past few years has been exhausted by Mr. Wang.

Thinking about it, I asked Feng Qingyang again and said, "If Mr. Wang's situation is as you said, can there be a way to save it?" ”

Feng Qingyang immediately shook his head: "It's impossible to transfer, if you go step by step in the future, work hard, and live an ordinary life, maybe it's okay, but it's best not to continue to wear that string of prayer beads......"

I asked, confused, "Is it necessary to destroy the rosary?!" ”

Feng Qingyang shook his head and said, "Of course not, whether it is a demon or a fairy, it is a spiritual thing, and it can't be provoked indiscriminately, I think the best way is to bury the bone rosary in a auspicious place with beautiful mountains and rivers, which is the safest......

"Okay, when I see Mr. Wang, I will mention this matter to him, believe it or not, it's his own business, as long as we do our best, this can be regarded as a good deed, right?"

"How do you solve that ghost painting? Have you thought about it? Feng Qingyang asked me.

"Tomorrow I'll ask a friend to help, first check the liar of the beetroot, I'll ask the beetroot, where is the painter Mo Bai who painted this painting now, and then I'll ask Mo Bai why he painted this painting, after knowing these things, basically I can also deal with the employer."

"Okay, it's good if you have a plan, okay, I'm tired too, and I need to meditate and take a break."

……

I didn't say anything all night, and the next morning, I called Dong Dequan, he was more well-connected than me, and he would definitely be able to do it.

Dong Dequan promised to help me check, I waited all day, and it was dark before I heard my phone ring.

When I picked it up, it was a text message sent to me by Dong Dequan, with a string of unfamiliar numbers on it, and I knew that it must be the latest mobile phone number of Beetroot.

On the phone, Beethead's voice was very alert, I lied and said that I wanted to buy a piece of his brother-in-law's work, and I wanted him to introduce it to see if it could be cheaper.

When I said this, the thought of making money made made Beethorn's voice proud, and he made an appointment with me to talk about it first.

At about seven o'clock in the evening, I left the Kirin Pavilion alone and took the subway to a cold drink shop.

Beetroot arrived first, drinking a glass of orange water, and as soon as he saw me, he recognized me.

Because everyone is in the circle, each knows the details of the other party, and when they met and found out that it was me, the beetroot was very disappointed.

Beethead's face was pulled down, and knowing that I was certainly not here to buy the painting, perhaps upset, I noticed that even the red birthmark on his forehead had dimmed.

Beetroot put down the cup and said to me lukewarmly, "You...... You're not looking for me to just buy paintings, are you?! ”

I didn't want to go around in circles with the beetroot, so I just took out the two photos that Mr. Wang left for me to show him.

When Beetroot saw the photo, his brows furrowed, and he asked me with a sneer, "Are you...... What does that mean?! ”

"Did you sell this painting to a person named Mr. Wang?!"

"Now that you know what else to ask, what's the matter, it's not illegal to sell paintings, let's talk about this absolutely authentic work, and I only ask for 8000, it's really cheap enough, even if it's not painted by a celebrity, it's worth the price, even if you buy a fake, you don't return it, this is the rule in the circle."

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not here to ask you to return it, but I want to ask you how you got this painting?" I hurriedly reassured him.

Red cabbage stared at him, and asked unhappily: "Hey, what do you mean by this, of course I received the painting, and I spent a lot of money to collect it, could it be that it was stolen or robbed, why are you asking this?" Do you still doubt the character of the gentleman!! ”

In desperation, I had to briefly tell Mr. Wang and his granddaughter Xiaoli about the beetroot.

After hearing this, the beetroot laughed, and said to me mockingly: "Boss Ma, tell me a story, what are you kidding, you have been selling paintings for more than ten years, but I have never heard of this kind of thing, isn't it just a painting, if you like it, keep it, if you don't like to give it away, you can't tear it up, make so many tricks, what kind of plane do you want to make!! ”

I was not interested in refuting, so I simply said: "You can tell me about your experience of buying this painting, and I can also give Mr. Wang an explanation." ”

The beetroot was too cunning, he rolled his eyes and said: "Oh, are you taking other people's money, Mr. Wang, this person is a big mallet, I should have knocked him hard when I sold him this painting, but unfortunately, the gentleman was kind for a while, and the soft price was lowered...... Tell me, how much benefit have you taken from others!? ”

I'm so angry, if it weren't for Mr. Wang's begging for me, I would never have chatted with such garbage as beetroot.

Since the other party didn't say it, I didn't have a problem, so I got up to leave.

But unexpectedly, the beetroot suddenly stretched out his arm and grabbed me.

I glared back at him, "What are you going to do???!!! ”

(End of chapter)