Jinse rolled her eyes: "System, are you a pervert? We have a pure relationship between brother and sister, don't taint me."
System: "When you are talking, please take your eyes away from the mission target."
Jinse not only didn't move, but also glanced twice.
Just these two glances made her realize something was wrong.
The man was naked and looking in the mirror. In the mirror, the bastard on his chest was bright red.
The bastard has smooth lines and the high head seems to be mocking Jinse.
The system gloated: "Oh, you insist on drawing a tortoise, have you been discovered? Let's see how you explain it."
Jinse didn't panic and took the initiative to ask: "Were you looking at the Xuanwu I drew for you just now?"
"Xuanwu?" Fu Sinian didn't expect that Jinse would come in suddenly. He didn't have time to put on his clothes and was looked at. Now the other party wanted to refer to turtle as Xuanwu. He couldn't help but feel funny.
"Yes," Jinse nodded, and explained seriously amidst the systematic ridicule, "Xuanwu can suppress your luck and help you temporarily get rid of bad luck."
Fu Sinian picked up the clothes next to him and put them on, and exposed Jin Se's words: "As far as I know, Xuanwu is a combination of turtle and snake. Where is the snake?"
"Oh," Jinse said lightly, "there wasn't enough blood so I didn't draw it, but it was enough to suppress it. Whether or not to draw it doesn't affect the result."
Seeing that Fu Sinian still wanted to talk, Jinse used her sister's airs and changed the subject.
"I called you outside for a long time and there was no sound. I thought something happened to you, so I just came in. Are you okay?"
Deliberately changing the topic, is it because the secrets involved in drawing symbols are not disclosed?
Fu Sinian's thoughts changed rapidly, his eyes flickered, and he returned to his well-behaved appearance.
The days are long, and now is not the time to break up.
"Does sister care about me?"
Under Jinse's gaze, the man looked expectant, his eyes were bright, as if there were stars twinkling, and he was as obedient as a large plush dog waiting for its owner to pet him.
"Yes, I'm caring about my brother." Jinse breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't hold it back, smoothing Fu Sinian's hair.
It's too high, it would be nice if it could be lower.
Her arms were a little sore from lifting, and just when she was about to stop, Fu Sinian took the initiative to bend down and put his head in front of her.
His hands were wet, and Jinse realized in hindsight: "Is your hair still dry?"
"You are still sick, how can you care so little about your body?"
"Well," Fu Sinian couldn't help but reminded, "I have a broken arm." It has nothing to do with the hair.
Jinse said confidently: "Then you can't wash your hair. What should I do if the wound gets wet?"
After finding the hair dryer, Jinse pushed Fu Sinian down on the bed and dried his hair.
The warm wind passed over Fu Sinian's head and ears, and spread to his face.
It's so warm.
Fatigue came over Fu Sinian, who had not slept well for a month, and slowly closed his eyes.
What does it smell like? Still drying her hair hard, Jinse smelled a strange smell lingering on the tip of her nose.
Like the smell of burning woolen fabrics.
Following the smell, she looked at a piece of Fu Sinian's slightly curly hair in her hand.
Too old...
She called out to the system: "Do you think Fu Sinian will turn black because of this?"
She has never seen the blackened God King.
I really don’t blame her. It was her first time to blow dry her hair and she didn’t control the time properly.
The system looked at Jinse's face repeatedly and found no trace of worry. Instead, he was a little eager to try. It was not too big a deal to watch the fun.
It poured cold water on it: "You should give up, even if it is a fragment of the soul, it is impossible for the God King to become evil because of this trivial matter."
The system emphasized again: "Host, concentrate on the mission. Don't forget that if the rescue mission fails, the settlement reward will be halved."
Jinse's interest suddenly dropped.
Now, no more fun.
But she is a kind person and doesn't care about this.
…
When Fu Sinian woke up the next day, he felt refreshed.
He hadn't slept as easily as he did last night for a long time.
But what's the smell in the house? It's weird and lingers on the tip of my nose.
He was the only one in the ward, and Jinse didn't know where he went.
Ten minutes later, Fu Sinian was in front of the mirror, touching a piece of burnt black on his head, his face gloomy.
He was so relaxed about the woman he had only met once, that not only did he fall asleep in front of her without warning, but he didn't even wake up when his hair was burned like this.
You must be on guard against others. This time it was your hair, next time it might be your scalp.
He didn't dare to gamble and couldn't afford to gamble.
…
A few days later, in front of Mr. Fu’s grave.
Fu Sinian was dressed in black, with a solemn face, and gave instructions to a dozen people behind him.
"dig!"
Jinse squatted on the ground, feeling where the evil aura was, and directed everyone to dig in the direction.
These days, she has been tracing the origin of Fu Sinian's bad luck.
After ruling out many places, Mr. Fu's grave was found.
According to Fu Sinian, his bad luck started a year ago, but the bad luck really continued after Mr. Fu passed away.
She suspected that someone was attacking Mr. Fu's grave.
Not long after, a black lacquered coffin with golden nanmu appeared in front of everyone.
"Open the coffin." Feeling the evil spirit in the coffin, Jinse frowned.
This world is an inanimate plane, and things beyond development should not appear.
Behind the Lu family, who is helping them?
Jinse smelled a conspiracy.
Soon, the coffin was opened, and it was empty except for an urn neatly placed in the middle.
Fu Sinian slowly approached: "Is there any problem?"
Without a reply, Jinse moved the urn away, revealing the piece of paper underneath.
This piece of paper was folded into a triangle, and it was mottled with large blood stains. Due to the long application time, the blood stains have turned black and red. When you get closer, you can smell a strong rust smell.
"This is it?"
Fu Sinian's hand appeared in front of Jinse's eyes, and he was about to pick up the piece of paper as he spoke.
"Stand back," Jinse suddenly took action and got the piece of paper before him, "You can't move!"
As soon as the piece of paper appeared, Jinse could feel the connection between it and Fu Sinian.
The closer Fu Sinian gets, the more active the evil spirit carried by the piece of paper becomes.
The source of recent bad luck has been found.
Jinse looked solemn, cut his finger, wrapped his soul with blood, threw the piece of paper upward, moved his finger forward a little, and just caught the falling piece of paper.
Something strange happened.
There was obviously no support underneath the piece of paper, but it stopped steadily in mid-air.
The moment it touched the blood on Jinse's fingertips, the piece of paper spontaneously ignited without fire.
At the same time, Fu Sinian's heart felt light, as if the heavy burden in his heart had been lifted, and he was completely relaxed.
On the other side, when the pieces of paper were burned to ashes, Lu's Building was in chaos.
At the shareholders' meeting, Lu Ming suddenly fell ill and fell into a coma.
In the ambulance, Lu Yuanshen looked at his father on the stretcher. The words he said before he fell unconscious still seemed to be echoing in his ears.
"It's the backlash of the talisman. Something happened to the Fu family. Only by solving the Fu family...or seizing more luck can you suppress...my backlash..."
After forcing himself to finish these words, Lu Ming's neck tilted and he fell unconscious.
Lu Yuanshen's eyes were full of violence.
Xu Jinse, Fu Sinian, I want you to pay the price and save your life for my father!