When Xu Zhuang heard that the other party did not want any property and used coins as a token, he knew that this was the true master and bowed to Zhao Fan again.
"Get up, let's go back to the dormitory. Your wife will be back after a while." Zhao Fan turned around and returned to the construction site, while Xu Zhuang glanced at the small foreign-style building hesitantly and followed behind. His wife was mummified.
The coffin was still shaken, and it was really heartbreaking to have to carry a little corpse for him.
After quietly returning to the dormitory, Zhao Fan lay down on the side of Tengzhou's bunk, but did not sleep, but waited.
After almost two hours, Xu Zhuang's wife came back exhausted. She even walked with a limp. She was tortured a lot. The corpse energy on her body was very strong. How could she be like this if she hadn't been in close contact with the Zombie King?
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She opened the curtain and lay down on the bed. The next moment, she screamed and sat upright suddenly.
"What's wrong?" Xu Zhuang asked, pretending to have just woken up.
She said with lingering fear: "I had a nightmare, it was scary to death."
"Go to bed quickly, we have to work tomorrow." Xu Zhuang turned over and began to snore.
Zhao Fan opened his heavenly eyes here, observed the woman through the curtain, and concluded through her normal energy that the little corpse was not created, so he lay down and went to sleep.
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After sleeping until 6:30 in the morning, the foreman was holding steel bars and beating the iron plate outside, "Get up, everyone is up. After dinner, take advantage of the cool weather in the morning to work more."
"Brother Fan, do you want to eat too?" Tengzhou and his co-workers woke up and went to the ground.
Zhao Fan shook his head and smiled: "No, I have to rush back to Xihua Company later."
"The fortifications here are tight and I can't get away, so I won't send you away." Tengzhou said in a ashamed tone.
"It's okay, keep in touch." Zhao Fan yawned and walked outside with the flow. When passing Xu Zhuang, he stretched out his hand and said in a low voice: "Put this away, from 11:50 to 12:05 noon.
Divide it, put it in a cup and burn it to ashes, then mix it with water and give it to your wife to drink. This will prevent you from getting pregnant."
Xu Zhuang took it and saw that it was a triangular yellow paper charm. He asked gratefully: "Contraceptive charm?"
"..." Zhao Fan nodded speechlessly, "You can understand it this way. Remember to burn it and take it within those ten minutes, otherwise it will be useless."
This talisman does have a contraceptive effect. However, it does not prevent human pregnancy, but ghost pregnancy and corpse pregnancy. The curse drawn on the yellow paper talisman is called the "Yaoxie curse", which can prevent unformed evil and filth in the body from premature death.
, one pill will protect you for one month.
Initially, this evil curse was created by a Taoist priest who had an unresolved love affair with a ghost. They combined regardless of the different ways. If it crystallizes, it will be punished by God. I am afraid that the female ghost will be destroyed physically and mentally, and there will be a premature death.
Evil curse.
Five minutes before and after noon, the yang pole must be yin. This is the time when the yin energy is the heaviest in the day, so that the human body can absorb the evil curse.
Zhao Fan said goodbye to Tengzhou and left the construction site. Within ten minutes, he hurried to the edge of the city, hailed a taxi and returned to Xihua Company.
When he arrived, it was just five minutes before going to work. He went back to the dormitory on the tenth floor of the building first. When he took the key and opened the door, he saw the clothes that Huangfu Qing had taken to be washed hanging on the hanger. They were ironed and flat.
A pleat.
"Flower soap?" Zhao Fan smelled it and found that it had a pure floral scent, definitely not that kind of laundry detergent.
Most families don't have this kind of thing, even the Lin family who dominates Jiangbei. First of all, it is purely handmade. Secondly, there are only a few private workshops in the world that inherit this craft, so the output is rare, and there are still people to buy it.
path.
Washing your face and body with flower soap can remove dust, maintain and moisturize your skin, and your appearance will age at half the rate of normal people. If you do this for a long time, you will not look older at all compared to your peers.
He is deeply loved by the daughter of a large family.
"The Zhao family is so luxurious that they use flower soap for laundry." Zhao Fan sighed with emotion. This detail also confirmed how huge the Zhao family in the capital was.
Zhao Fan took out the book "Blue Sea Tide Sheng Gong" from Jialan Xumiyu and scanned a line when his cell phone rang. It was Lao Qian calling, asking why he didn't come down for duty.
Zhao Fan said he would be there soon, so he put the book back. When he went downstairs to the guard box outside, he came face to face with a staggering young man who was less than thirty years old. He was very drunk and smelled of alcohol and perfume.
And the resonance of the power of blood appears!
It is almost the same as the Young Grandmaster...
However, his martial arts realm is only at the peak of his innate nature, and he can barely be considered a genius in the outside world, but he cannot be compared with the young man encountered in the Jingzhou movie.
Zhao Fan's heart moved. Huangfu Qing mentioned that her husband Zhao Xun, apart from practicing, was also looking for flowers and flowers. The person in front of him might be the young master of the Zhao family on the 6th, Zhao Xun!
Here, the only thing he has never seen is the owner of the house.
After passing by, he went to the post and chatted with Lao Qian and Brother Xia all morning. After lunch, he went back to the dormitory alone to take a lunch break. As a security captain in Xihua Company, he had privileges. He went to get off work on time and had a lunch break. When you have holidays, you don’t have to do what old people do like sleeping in shifts or staying at their posts.
When I opened the door, I saw a charming figure sitting by the bed, crying sadly. The paper underneath for wiping tears and blowing noses was almost piled into a hill on the ground.
Huangfu Qing!
Zhao Fan closed the door, walked to her side in three steps, and asked: "Sister Qing, who made you so sad?"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Huangfuqing hugged his waist with both hands and leaned against him, burying her head and crying as if she had been greatly wronged.
Even though Zhao Fan carries the inheritance of the Great Master of Creation, he is at a loss at this time. This is a married woman. He does not have that kind of relationship with him, nor can he touch his hair like he can with Xiao Diao and Xiyu.
I tried to comfort him on my back, but I didn’t know what was going on, and words couldn’t comfort me.
Therefore, he stood there like a piece of wood, letting Huangfu Qing hold him and cry.
It wasn't until half an hour later that Huangfu Qing's mood eased and she regained her rationality. She let go of Zhao Fan and said with tears in her eyes: "It's nice to have someone by my side when I'm in a bad mood. A Zhao, thank you."
"
Zhao Fan said awkwardly: "Sister Qing, what's wrong with you?"
Huangfu Qing confided: "I was so disgusted that Zhao Xun came back and lay down on the sofa and fell asleep as if he was dead. Then his cell phone rang. I helped answer it, but it was him who was beaten by the vixen outside. I
Before she spoke, I heard her say that she would bring her sisters with her to serve Zhao Xun next time!"
"..." Zhao Fan shook his head and sighed, "Why do you still care about this now?"
"It's either that I don't care, or that I'm angry." Huangfu Qing cried again: "I am the victim of the marriage between the Huangfu family and the Zhao family. I originally thought that he would be really good to me, but I didn't expect that once the novelty wore off, it became more and more excessive. I accepted
When I got off the phone, if it weren't for my son's sake, I would have wanted to castrate him!"
"Well, then you should focus on the child and treat him as nothing."
Zhao Fan sat aside, not knowing what to say. He wanted to take a good lunch break and wanted to study Bihaichao's power, but he was disturbed by this incident, and he sympathized with Huangfu Qing.
"I also want and hope that he will never come back, but he keeps wandering in front of my eyes every now and then." Huangfu Qing said sadly: "Especially when I'm drunk, he says that I was born with a weak pulse and am not worthy of him at all, haha,
Among the direct lineage members of the Zhao family, he is the weakest among those close in age. Do you really think he is a genius? Even my Huangfu family member, who is ten years younger than him, is at the peak of his innate talent."
At this time, Zhao Fan suddenly smiled.
"Ah Zhao, do you also look down on your sister?" Huangfuqing looked very sad, but in her mind, Fan Zhao was not the kind of person who would take pleasure in others' misfortune.
"I misunderstood, Sister Qing, I have a way to help you deal with Zhao Xun." Zhao Fan said mysteriously: "There is a goddess in my house. She taught me a technique to turn other people's
Write the birth date and birth date on the cut-out little person, and then recite a spell, and you can hit the little person to cause the other party to suffer the same amount of damage, but it will not be seriously injured or killed. It is best for you."
"Really?" Huangfu Qing's eyes lit up and he couldn't wait to say: "Hurry up and help me get revenge on him with magic."
"good."
Zhao Fan picked up the scissors, cut out a palm-sized piece of the white sheet, and then cut it into the outline of a villain, then said to her: "Bring your hand."
Huangfu Qing came forward.
Zhao Fan grabbed her tender wrist, poked a small incision on her fingertips with the tip of a pair of scissors, squeezed out the blood drops, pressed it against the little figure and said, "Zhao Xun's birth date."
While Huangfu Qing was talking, Zhao Fan took her fingers to write on the white cloth figurine. When he quickly finished the last stroke, he muttered a series of vague formulas in a low voice and said: "Okay, Sister Qing, you can do it now."
Let’s vent out the evil energy that has been accumulated in our hearts. Whether you punch, kick, or slice it with a stick, you can do whatever you want to ravage that heartless man!”