The fragrance of the three pillars turned into bright fire, and the sharp sword on the moon pierced the sky.
The antique shop owner's expression changed and he took two steps back.
Those customers who were initially fooled into choosing something suddenly became picky.
"The workmanship of this bottle is average. Even if it is a fake, it is not a good product."
"Ah, there is such a big flaw here, why didn't I see it just now! It slipped away!"
The customers who came and went frowned and muttered, expressed surprise, shook their heads and left.
The originally bustling shop suddenly became deserted.
The boss swallowed his saliva and muttered in a low voice: "Who is this young man..."
In the antique shop, this vision occurred.
Outside the shop, a few young people were holding needles in their hands and exerting force. Some people frowned and said, "Weird, where did this guy named Tang go?"
Why can't you hear his screams?"
In their opinion, after five needles were inserted, Tang Sanmu's eyes should be bleeding and dark.
The great pain will inevitably make him scream and wail.
But now Tang Sanmu stretched his neck and looked at the hands of several people exerting force, with a wicked smile on his face.
He pulled the shoulder of one of them and asked, "Is the angle of inserting the needle wrong? Why is there no movement at all from Tang Sanmu's grandson?"
"Nonsense, where does this thing come from?" Several young people didn't even notice who was talking to them, so they said it casually.
After a few seconds, someone suddenly reacted and someone exclaimed: "Holy shit! Tang Sanmu!"
Tang Sanmu stared at everyone with a sneer: "Brothers, are you doing scraping here?"
The five young men involuntarily stabbed the scarecrow with silver needles in their hands, stabbing the scarecrow to pieces.
Tang Sanmu also saw from the faces of these people why they were here.
It turned out that he was a bitter rival of Jiang Feng. He found out that he had been very close to Jiang Feng recently and had helped him save the day from danger several times.
Feeling annoyed, he found a few stupid green warlocks to deal with him.
Unexpectedly, these warlocks are more stupid than the other.
The scarecrow was poked to pieces, and the three sticks of incense in the antique shop were also broken. Guan Erye's knife finally fell silent.
"Damn it, the scarecrow is useless, just go to him!" a young man growled.
"There are so many of us, so we are afraid of what Tang Sanmu will do!"
While discussing, several people suddenly stood up.
Tang Sanmu shook his head: "If you had been so upright earlier, you wouldn't have ended up like this."
"What's the end?" one person asked.
Miki said nothing, pointed at his chest, and motioned for them to look down.
He unbuttoned his clothes and exposed his chest. Unexpectedly, thin red lines appeared on his originally fair skin.
It's like the capillaries depict the image of a charming flower.
“Those who harm others with their skills will also be harmed themselves.
This is the backlash of the spell. For a long time to come, you will all be in pain of numbness and itching all over your body.
There is also luck, and the next few of you will suffer bloody disasters.
And from the moment you pierce the scarecrow's eyes with the needle in your hand, your life will be shortened.
Two years? Or three years?" Tang Sanmu smiled softly and stared at a few people.
The faces of several people changed drastically, and they all took two steps back, looking at Tang Sanmu as if they were looking at a monster!
It is really incomprehensible that although he was obviously using the victory-wearing technique to deal with Tang Sanmu, why did he suffer the consequences in the end?
"Remember, the magic has been passed down for thousands of years and is not meant for you to use like this.
Donate money and do good deeds when you have nothing to do.
Maybe we can make some amends," Tang Sanmu said.
The talents of these people have already appeared in Tang Sanmu's eyes. They grew up together and dropped out of school after graduating from high school.
I developed a strong interest in metaphysics, and my brothers studied together. Unfortunately, they did not follow the right path, and all they learned were some evil magic techniques.
Later, I helped Brother Lang do things, and he had never harmed anyone before. Tang Sanmu was considered their first choice.
Several people are now full of fear and admiration for Tang Sanmu, and have realized the gap in realm.
While walking on the road, my whole body felt numb and itchy, and I thought of Tang Sanmu's words about doing more good deeds to relieve the pain.
I happened to see an advertisement for donating money to poor children, so I quickly collected money and put all my money into the donation box.
"I donated this money, but I don't think the numbness and itchiness on my body has been relieved..." one person said.
Then a few people stumbled to the end of the Antique Street, but they didn't expect that there were more than a dozen men with sticks in their hands who had been waiting for a long time.
After seeing how embarrassed they were, he hit them with a stick without saying anything.
Brother Lang is known to be cruel in the local area and cannot attack Jiang Feng's friends in a big way, but he will definitely attack his own people who have failed to complete the task without mercy.
With a few sticks, several young men were beaten to bloody heads.
He turned around and ran quickly, with everyone behind him chasing after him.
At this time, they ran near the donation box, and it happened that they had reached the fundraising amount today.
A group of people gathered to make a statement of thanks, and the huge flow of people directly blocked the pursuers behind them.
Several people ran to a corner and shivered, wiping their tears gently, regretting helping people like Brother Lang.
Suddenly, someone suddenly thought of something: "If we had not donated just now, their fundraising amount would not have reached the target.
I have been caught up now..."
As soon as these words came out, the gloom in everyone's eyes disappeared and they looked at each other.
Everyone has bleeding spots on their face or body.
In the bloody disaster, do good and keep safe, you won! You won all!
At this time, passers-by were passing by in a hurry, and one could see several young people who were obviously in a miserable state with blood on their mouths and noses.
But he laughed crazily and kept chanting: "Master Tang is really a god!"
On the other side, after watching a few people leave, Tang Sanmu clapped his hands and returned to the antique shop.
I saw a young woman wandering in front of an antique store, seemingly wanting to buy something, but very hesitant.
Tang Sanmu took out a yellow talisman from his pocket and smiled softly: "Take this talisman."
The woman was stunned for a moment, not knowing why.
Afraid that Tang Sanmu was a liar, he naturally didn't dare to reach out to pick it up.
Miki said with a smile: "You will definitely need it to soothe your nerves and refresh your mind.
If something happens, you can use the live broadcast tool to search for Tang Sanmu.
Then just give me the talisman money and hexagram money."
Tang Sanmu's harmless expression seemed to have a special appeal, which made the woman take the talisman by accident, thank her, and then turn around and leave.
Immediately afterwards, the owner of the antique shop came out and grabbed Tang Sanmu's arm, with tears in his eyes: "Young man...that's not right, sir!
Forgive me for not being able to recognize the real master like you.
You can actually use the person who harmed you to break my game.
Kill two birds with one stone!"
Tang Sanmu waved his hand: "Forget the flattery, can we seriously choose the magic weapon now?"
The boss nodded, and then said with some embarrassment: "Master, let me tell you the truth, this magical weapon was not made by Wang Miao at all.
I did it myself. I rely on the Feng Shui Bureau and my good tongue to travel around the world."
While Tang Sanmu was selecting the magic weapon, he muttered casually: "A gentleman loves money and gets it in a wise way.
There is nothing wrong with feng shui attracting wealth, but it is unnecessary to use evil spirits to gather wealth, as it goes against the principles of Taoism."
The antique shop owner nodded and listened respectfully to what Miki had to say.
Tang Sanmu chose some things for the boss to wrap: "Your things are a little rough in workmanship, but the talent is acceptable.
Put your mind on this and study it carefully. Although I don't know who Wang Miao is, I believe that your future achievements will not be worse than him.
No need to imitate Him, surpass Him.”
The antique shop owner received such recognition, his face turned red with excitement, he patted his chest and promised to be down-to-earth in the future.