"Don't worry, Eriyi. Look, I have completely broken this evil sign. There will be no disaster befalling you at all."

Lin Ye chuckled and showed Eli Yi the bamboo stick that was broken into several pieces.

However, this kind of tag was made of bamboo, so when Lin Ye broke it with his hands, the split wood thorn immediately scratched his hand, causing blood to drip, but Lin Ye didn't care at all.

"Lin Ye, you are injured."

Eriyi wrote in a small notebook that her head was hung so low that her expression could not be seen.

"Oh my, a little injury can't do anything to me." Lin Ye said with a smile.

But the next moment he couldn't laugh anymore.

In the small notebook handed over by Eriyi, the next line of words was wet with tears.

"Eliyi doesn't want Lin Ye to get hurt, and she doesn't want Lin Ye to protect her from disaster. Eiliyi really doesn't want to. Eiliyi has never wanted to hurt Lin Ye."

"Eriyi, I'm really fine. It's just you who thinks too much."

Lin Ye scratched his head and wanted to pat the other person's shoulder to comfort him, but when he saw the blood on his hands, he couldn't help but lower his hands.

"Girl, don't be sad. You can get ten times the effect of praying at Sensoji Temple tonight. Even bad luck can be avoided ten times. Girl, you can also draw again. As long as you can draw the top number, you are destined to have a lot of good luck."

The middle-aged monk has a loving smile on his face.

Eriyi couldn't help but raise her teary eyes and look at Lin Ye, who twitched the corner of his mouth.

It's okay if you get a good lottery, but if you get too lucky and get another bad lottery, Eriyi will be hit again.

"Donors can rest assured. There are regulations in the temple. Anyone who draws a bad lottery can get another draw for free." The middle-aged monk thought that Lin Ye was worried about money, so he hurriedly explained.

As a monk, although he loves money, he doesn't want every tourist who spends money in the temple to leave in depression, otherwise why will they come back next time?

"Lin Ye, can I continue to draw lots?"

Eriyi carefully wrote in the notebook, her beautiful eyes full of expectation.

Lin Ye smiled and said: "If Eriyi wants to continue smoking, then just let go."

In fact, he doesn't care whether Eriyi draws an unlucky lot or not. As long as the girl can be happy, it doesn't matter. If the unlucky lot is drawn and the girl is depressed, then he will keep drawing until the lot is good. Anyway, this is

There are only 100 lottery tickets in the lottery tube. I can’t believe that the 100th one was drawn and the lottery has not yet been drawn.

This is just like drawing cards, at least you have to give a guarantee!

"Uh huh!"

Encouraged, Eriyi nodded firmly.

Immediately she picked up the bamboo stick again and started shaking it. Not long after, another bamboo stick fell out.

The middle-aged monk on the side picked up the bamboo stick and his eyes suddenly twitched.

It’s fierce again!

Although he did not speak, because this lot was the same as the so-called evil lot before, everyone present including Eriyi also knew the result of this draw.

"Eriyi, you continue!"

Lin Ye took the evil sign from the monk's hand and broke it with a click.

"Alright, please continue, girl." The corners of the middle-aged monk's mouth twitched.

"Uh huh!"

Hui Liyi shook the bamboo stick again, and another bamboo stick fell.

"Ferocious!"

Click!

"It's fierce again!"

Click!

"Why are you still fierce!!!"

Click click click!

……

As Eriyi drew unlucky lots again and again, the expressions of others, including the middle-aged monk, gradually changed.

From blessing at the beginning, to weirdness, to shock, until finally it becomes terrifying.

In fact, many tourists come here to draw lots, not all of them really believe in this lottery ceremony that can predict the future, but just for psychological comfort.

If you get the upper lot, you will naturally be in a good mood for a few days. If you get the lower or lower lot, you can only curse your bad luck secretly, but it doesn't hurt anyway.

But now that Eriyi has won the bad lottery seventeen times in a row, it is no longer a so-called coincidence, but a sense of destiny.

The middle-aged monk on the side also looked horrified.

There are hundreds of bamboo sticks in the whole lotus tube, of which there are only eighteen bad luck picks. If someone else draws bad luck picks in a row, it means that this person has an unknown amount of evil. But if he draws eighteen picks in a row, it is a rare Wuji.

Bad luck.

There are eighteen levels of hell in the Buddhist scriptures. However, extremely evil people will be riddled with sins throughout their lives and will not be able to escape in this life. After death, they will directly enter the eighteenth level of hell to receive eternal punishment.

Until Huiliyi shakes out the eighteenth bamboo stick.

Fierce!!!

It’s fierce again!!!

Drawing all the unlucky lots eighteen times in a row means there is no extremely unlucky result!!!

The middle-aged monk's face was full of horror. He did not expect that this girl who looked so beautiful would bear such a terrible fate.

But why would fate curse a person so much that he would have to go to the eighteenth level of hell before he could give up?

Or is it that the girl in front of her is just using the skin of a perfect human to disguise herself, but is actually an evil ghost crawling out of hell who wants to bring trouble to the world? Now, the dark omen is trying to get this extremely evil ghost to return to the 18th floor again.

In hell?!!

The middle-aged monk was extremely frightened and uneasy.

After all, all the eighteen unlucky lots in the lottery box were drawn in succession. This is no longer a so-called coincidence, but an inevitable one! It is a destined necessity!

The girl named Eriki in front of her must be something extremely terrifying, otherwise she would never be cursed like this!

The eyes of everyone present looking at Eriki changed. The beautiful blessings were no longer there, replaced by panic and the fearful eyes of looking at monsters.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't want to..."

Eriki's head dropped lower and lower, her expression completely invisible, but a chaotic wave began to arouse from the girl.

Suddenly a cold wind blew up, and the hanging lanterns swayed violently, becoming brighter and darker.

"Ghost, ghost!"

The middle-aged monk let out a cry of great fear.

Because he was closer to Eriki, he saw that the girl's originally dark red eyes suddenly became fiercely bright, like lava rolling in hell.

This is exactly the same as the hell realm in the Buddhist scriptures. Yes, this girl must be an extremely evil ghost in human skin!!!

And as the middle-aged monk shouted this sharp voice, everyone in the audience was immediately furious.

They also saw Eri Yi. The girl's red hair was dancing wildly, and her golden eyes like hell's lava became colder and colder, like a terrifying monster looking down at the world.

"Ah!!!"

The middle-aged monk was completely frightened. He rolled and crawled and tried to run away. As a result, he collided with the boy who was coming towards him.

As soon as the monk raised his head, he saw Lin Ye and quickly grabbed her collar, "Donor, your girlfriend is a ghost. She is the ultimate evil ghost. She is a girl destined to go to the eighteenth floor of hell!"

"Damn it, you are the only one who talks too much! Get out of here!"

Lin Ye impatiently punched the monk's chattering mouth, knocking out his two front teeth.

The middle-aged monk suddenly felt pain, screamed and ran away.

Lin Ye looked up and saw that Eri Yi's body had begun to float into the air, and her originally gentle and beautiful eyes were filled with cold light.
Chapter completed!