Feng Shui: Opening Secret Nine Money Raising Corpse Caves

Lin Hui didn't dare to delay in the slightest. He carried Zhang He in his rough clothes like he was dragging a sack, and broke into the car with all his strength.

Almost at the same time, the car flew out of the ground like an arrow off the string.

I don't know how long it took before the speed finally slowed down.

The people in the car breathed a sigh of relief at this time, Zhang He, a good-for-nothing, was lying on the back of the co-pilot crying, his nose and tears mixed together, and his appearance was somewhat disgusting.

Lin Hui gave him a disgusted look, and Jiu'er's expression was not much better.

Because Zhang He's tonnage is really not small, and after he is stuffed into the back seat of the car, she and Lin Hui have almost no room to move around.

The meat is all stuck together, and it is summer again, so the clothes are cooler.

Jiu'er could clearly feel the temperature coming from Lin Hui's body, and even those who were close could hear his heartbeat.

In order to ease the awkward atmosphere, Jiu'er had no choice but to grit her teeth and open her mouth with a flushed face.

"Zhang He, Master Lin is here, why don't you ask him to give you a fortune telling? See if you have a bad horoscope recently, Mercury is retrograde, it is not suitable to go out!"

It's good that Jiu'er didn't make a sound, but after she spoke, Zhang He cried even worse, as if he wanted to pour out all the grievances of his birth for so many years.

"Wuwu, is it easy for me for so many years? I have managed to get a little fame now. If I die so young and the money is not spent, even if I see Lord Yan, I will feel aggrieved in my heart." Die, how can I be in the mood to reincarnate. Brother Hui, if there is such a day..."

"To shut up!"

Lin Hui let out a low growl, and really couldn't help it.

He really couldn't figure it out, why did this fat man become so sentimental after being injured?
He observed Zhang He's face, not to mention that he died young, this boy is typical of a long-lived one hundred years old, although he can't be rich and powerful in this life, he still won't starve to death.

Those who do this business will have some karma on their bodies, but Zhang He has his own set of rules in doing things, and the karma on his body is much less than that of ordinary Feng Shui agencies, and it can even be ignored.

How could such a person die so early?

He slapped the man on the back of the head, and opened his mouth angrily.

"You are far away from death. If you dare to say a word more, I will sew your mouth shut! How far is the ghost baby temple you mentioned earlier?"

Jang Hyuk made a zipper gesture and finally covered his mouth.

It was the driver in front who spoke.

"Anyone else will die, but there seems to be a little problem with this car."

"What do you ask..."

squeak--

Before Jiu'er could ask any questions, the car made a screeching brake sound, followed by a sudden turn of the car, and finally ended up in the middle of the road.

Because of Zhang He's unstable center of gravity, his body was directly stuck in the gap between the front seats of the two cars.

One side of the face was swollen almost instantly because it hit the chair.

It's already like a pig's head.

"Oh, my old waist! How do you drive? After more than ten years of driving experience, did you drive a dog?! My God..."

Zhang He supported his severely sprained waist, pressed his face with one hand with great difficulty, and only managed to get out of the back seat with all his strength.

Now he has almost no good place from head to toe. In addition, when he sank into the mud just now, one foot went down first, and the other foot lay horizontally on the soil, and a 180-degree angle came directly. do the splits.

Even if he is a nimble fat man, he can't stand it like this!

After several people moved to a safe place, Zhang He was spread out on the ground.

Lin Hui really couldn't see it, he took out a fruit he got before, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Stop barking, eat, it will be fine after eating."

Zhang He stared at the fruit in his hand that was yellow all over and had strange bumps on it, with a distorted expression.

"Brother Hui, you didn't hurt me, did you? Is this food edible?"

"I won't eat you."

Lin Hui threw down a few words stiffly, and directly raised his foot and stepped over the fat man's head.

And with his step, the miasma surrounding Zhang He's body instantly dissipated.

The whole person looked refreshed.

Looking at the bitterness, Zhang He almost vomited out the last night's meal.

This stuff is ridiculously bitter, the taste is close to that of bitter melon, it is really hard to swallow.

But looking at the way Lin Hui looked at him, how dare Zhang He not eat it?

At this moment, Jiu'er was frowning at the side with a look of disgust.

"You can't be a little promising, aren't you afraid that this thing is poisonous?"

What Lin Hui stuffed for this fat man was called Jiuyouguo.

Although it is not a rare thing, it is worth spending a lot of money on the cultivator. After all, this thing can restore all the injuries of the human body in a short period of time, stop the pain, and the wine of more than a thousand years, Youguo can even restore the spiritual energy of the cultivator in a short time to peak condition.

As for the one that is less than ten years old, even if it is eaten as fruit, it can strengthen the body. In addition, the fat man's injuries are really not very serious, and he doesn't need the oldest one.

"What are you afraid of? If brother Hui hadn't saved my life back then, how could I still be alive now? Let alone poisonous, even if it's shit, I can eat it!"

Zhang He had a bitter face, suppressed vomiting, and ate the last piece. In just a few minutes, the scars on his body had dissipated little by little, and even the place where the plaster had been severely contused before had recovered as before. .

"Brother Hui, next time you have this good thing, you have to take it out sooner! Look at the hardships I have suffered along the way, are you so tolerant?"

"He wants to give you this thing earlier."

Jiu'er interrupted him, patted the ashes on his trousers, stood up, and those beautiful snow-white legs swung past the fat man.

"When your injury is not strong, eating this stuff will only make you want to vomit and have diarrhea, you will have loose bowels, and you won't be allowed to sit on the toilet for three days. You are considered to be of high physical fitness."

Before the words finished, Jiu'er looked at the driver who opened the hood and fiddled with the parts, and raised his chin.

"Fatty man, is the driver you are looking for reliable?"

Just as the two of them were talking one by one, Lin Hui had already chosen a direction and walked a long way along the road.

Seeing that the shadow of the person was about to disappear at the corner, the few remaining people found out.

"Lin Hui! Where are you going?"

"Let the water go!"

Lin Hui's voice came from afar.

And right in front of him, the girl who was hanging from the tree before was tilting her head and smiling at him.

"You can see me!"

Lin Hui looked at this person expressionlessly, and the pendant in his hand shook for a while.

"You are already dead, why not wait in reincarnation, waiting for someone to take you to refine?"

The girl tilted her head, and the smile on her face became brighter, but her eyes were a little more confused.