Feng Pinglangjing's expression changed several times, and you could clearly feel his surprise when he saw this scene. He was silent for a moment before slowly asking: "Master Tang, what's going on?"
"The paper figure shows your current state.
Something is stealing your luck. I think it's the friend from before who was messing around with your horoscopes.
Your privacy has been leaked, and you will be noticed by someone who is interested."
The destiny of calmness is really good, everything goes as planned, and the blessings of the ancestors follow.
In the past, there were some unscrupulous magicians who had evil intentions when they read fortunes for people, and their smuggling methods were also all kinds of strange.
The more famous ones include the technique of raising ghosts to steal luck, the technique of diverting channels to transform luck, the technique of using wooden people to steal luck, etc.
This fate will inevitably attract people's attention. At this time, Tang Sanmu looked at the paper figurine fragments on the table, which had turned into pitch black color.
Moreover, the pitch-black liquid could be vaguely seen slowly seeping out from the pitch-black fragments. After staying on the table for a short time, it turned directly into ashes and disappeared.
"The Netherworld Hand, pure Yin Qi, travels through the Yang world and brings vitality.
This is a way to raise ghosts and steal luck. The reason why friends feel confused and everything goes wrong.
It's all because there are some dirty things around you that are constantly traveling around. Every time they travel, some of your luck will be taken away and taken by others." After Tang Sanmu finished speaking, he thought for a moment.
And I have to say that after learning about the current situation, Feng Pinglangjing acted extremely calmly, worthy of being someone who has seen big scenes.
Seeing Tang Sanmu thinking seriously, he didn't respond and just waited seriously.
The friends in the live broadcast room did not rush, and expressed their own opinions one after another:
"It's outrageous. There is such a warlock. Let him calculate horoscopes, but he steals other people's luck!"
"Oh, I didn't expect that rich people's horoscopes are precious treasures. Not only are their properties afraid of being remembered, but their horoscopes are also afraid of being remembered."
"It seems that I will have to be more cautious when celebrating birthdays in the future, lest anyone find out my horoscope and take away my huge savings of hundreds of dollars."
After a few breaths, Miki said calmly: "Don't worry, friend, you are protected by great luck. Even if someone steals your luck, they are just passers-by in your fate.
Just like the big baby Qingqing."
Feng Pinglangjing slapped his forehead helplessly: "Don't mention him. If it weren't for that kid, I wouldn't be like this now."
Tang Sanmu took out a bell from the drawer and shook it slightly.
"Friend Qi, now I am going to use your horoscope as a substitute to lure Netherworld here to help you end this unreasonable disaster."
Feng Pinglangjing nodded.
"Because the spell you've been hit by is related to the underworld, so no matter what you see for a while, there's no need to be nervous. It's just a routine process."
After finishing speaking, he drew another talisman and laid it flat on the table.
Then the bell in his hand quickly pressed on the talisman, attracting the talisman directly.
The ringtone was sharp and piercing, which made people upset. The fans in the live broadcast room couldn't help but subconsciously move their phones farther away, as if this could avoid all the noise.
While the bell was shaking, Miki was also murmuring something: "Nine heavens have given me a body of grass. I am honored to be here in the world of mortals. The Yang element is attached to the body of grass. It is difficult to distinguish between life and death, so I am very grateful!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Sanmu stood up suddenly, then took out a straw man from his pocket and placed it on the table.
Holding the sword in his hand and staining it with cinnabar, he quickly wrote the Chinese character "Feng Ping Lang Jing" and his name on the straw man.
Then the bell adsorbing the talisman touched the scarecrow, causing the talisman to stick to the scarecrow.
He roared: "All kinds of hardships have caused me this body! Get up!"
As he finished speaking, he pointed his sword slightly, and a creaking sound came from the straw man's body.
The talisman was like a firework, it lit up for a burst of brilliant fire and then disappeared without a trace, leaving only the straw figure emitting light white smoke.
Then he stood up slowly. The moment he stood up, he looked like a real person, with fine pieces of straw flying out and his head shaking slightly from side to side.
If they had seen this scene before, all the weapon friends might have been shocked. After all, Tang Sanmu spent most of his time playing with Feng Shui and the like, and rarely used these spells.
But after using it a few times, the friends became numb. Although they felt it was novel, they no longer had the shocking feeling.
But just when the equipment friends were relaxing and staring at the scene in front of them as if they were watching a movie, suddenly there were bursts of sharp sounds from the calm side.
Those were some electronic equipment in his home, including but not limited to speakers and other items.
The sharp sound made him frown and subconsciously wanted to check the objects that made the sound.
The moment he stood up, Tang Sanmu took out a black nail from his pocket and stabbed it through the scarecrow's head.
Whoosh!
There was another sight of straw flying, and the next moment, when the sea was calm, my feet sank, my body swayed, and I found it difficult to move even an inch.
The camera flashed, the sound was harsh, and looking at Feng Pinglangjing, who was originally handsome, his face turned blue.
In the four directions of his head, there was black aura flowing, as if several huge flower petals appeared around him.
After the petals spread out, they slowly began to gather and form.
I am Big Pineapple: Let me go, my friend has blossomed!
Nether Maniac: This is the real brain blossoming, so how long has your friend had this symptom?
Golden Requiem: Isn’t this too outrageous? Just now, I had a calm attitude, thinking that anything that happened in Master Tang’s live broadcast room was not surprising, but now I am nervous and shocked again.
Dark Angel: Look, the petals are changing! They seem to be... turning into human heads!
The weapon friends were not mistaken, the black energy had indeed turned into a human head.
There are men and women, all with green faces and fangs, very similar to the evil ghosts and ghosts in past murals.
And these heads all spread out from Feng Pinglang's head, as if there were many more branches around his neck.
His shadow was reflected on the wall, looking even weirder, like a giant octopus.
Looking at the heads in the live broadcast room becoming clearer and clearer, it became more and more shocking.
"Holy shit! Master Tang's live broadcast room is still beyond my understanding. I still look young."
"It's so outrageous that he opened the door to outrageous things."
"Dear friends, let's put this outrageous thing on the screen!"
While everyone was screaming in shock, Tang Sanmu quickly took action and pulled out the black nails on the scarecrow's head.
Swish!
"Attract!" There was a low roar, and the heads that did not belong to Feng Ping Lang all screamed and trembled violently.
It quickly twisted and deformed and disappeared into the calm surroundings.
In fact, if you observe carefully, you can notice that these people's heads look like they have been sucked away by some powerful force.
What Tang Sanmu used at this time was the Maoshan technique, the curse to substitute!
The scarecrow can attract the spells cast upon itself and bear them on its behalf!
At this time, the straw man's body was trembling, black air was filling his body, and the heads seemed to be spreading out from the straw man's body.
Tang Sanmu quickly picked up a jar from the ground, fastened it to the human-like grass body, and wrote a talisman on the outside.
The moment the talisman is formed, the jar becomes like a mountain, suppressing the objects below, making them unable to struggle or move.
Then he gently tapped the jar twice: "I have already taken care of the things that harm you.
You will have no worries starting tonight."
Feng Pinglangjing nodded and moved his body: "I do feel a lot more relaxed, as if a heavy burden has been lifted off my body.
Thank you Master Tang."
These words were not meant to be flattering. The moment those heads disappeared, all the bones in his body were crackling with great joy.
Both my heart and my thoughts have become much clearer. Thinking about the decisions I have made in the past two days, I am secretly stunned and even a little doubtful. Did I really think of this? How stupid is it?
"Did you suddenly feel that you were not unlucky, but that you had been acting abnormally and making wrong decisions?" Tang Sanmu asked.
The person opposite sighed and nodded.
"Actually, making a wrong decision is itself a kind of bad luck. Good luck comes to you and your thoughts flow freely."
Calm and thoughtful, I thanked you again.
"There is no need to thank me. Firstly, I collect money to do things, and secondly, you come to me. This is also a part of your destiny. I am following the destiny.