There is an inn in the sky

Chapter 469 I Am Giving You The Clock...

Under the night, in the Longevity Inn.

When Yan Qingkong finished eating the ghost vegetable "Flower Pot Falling from the Sky", his expression became a little weird.

This ghost dish is actually an unlucky dish. It can make people suffer bad luck once in three days, and small bad luck once a day. It will stop for nine days in a row.

Also known as the three big six small mildew robbery.

Moreover, the further you go to the back, the bigger the catastrophe will be.

In fact, the little mold on the eighth day is no worse than the big mold on the third day.

"What kind of ghost technique is this? It can make people unlucky for nine days in a row? Is it so weird?" Yan Qingkong was a little surprised, "Besides, it can't be resolved?"

Out of curiosity, Yan Qingkong studied it carefully and found that it wasn't really impossible to solve it, it was just very difficult.

For example, doing more good deeds seems to alleviate some, but only slightly.

Moreover, the size of the three big and six small mildew kalpas will vary from person to person.

Some people's big misfortunes are equivalent to others' small misfortunes.

In a word, the size of the mildew catastrophe is related to the sins in people.

The more sinful the person, the greater the misfortune, the more unlucky they will be, and they may even die if they cannot survive.

And those who have merits and virtues can be immune to mildew, and the three major and six minor mildews are ineffective against him.

It can also be said that those who can be unlucky deserve it.

"So that's the case, but..."

Yan Qingkong nodded, as if the style of the painting had suddenly turned crooked, he hesitated and asked himself: "Is there really a flower pot falling from the sky?"

"Where did this pot come from?"

Yan Qingkong couldn't figure it out, so he came to the stone platform and looked at the sky, "Drop a flower pot out of thin air? If so, will it kill people if it falls from such a height?"

Logically speaking, no, it's like "pie in the sky".

In fact, the crookedness of the painting style is that to use this ghost technique, you need to say a spell to the sky: "Look, flower pot!"

The corner of Yan Qingkong's mouth twitched involuntarily.

"Look, flowerpot!"

Yan Qingkong looked at the sky at a 45-degree angle and said.

Unfortunately, no flower pots fell from the sky, which made him slightly surprised. Could it be that he was thinking too much?

Not used like this?
That's right...

Yan Qingkong studied it carefully for a while, and found that he was not wrong.

Wrong, there is no unlucky object, so a flower pot cannot fall from the sky.

He also discovered that this ghost technique is effective for any living beings, even ghosts without entities, still cannot escape the fate of being hit by flower pots.

The premise is that there are sins in all living beings.

With his research, he became more and more curious about the flower pots dropped from the sky, and wanted to find someone to try the effect.

He hesitated for a moment, then immediately returned to the human world.

……

In mid-December, the weather is getting colder and colder.

On the lonely street after two o'clock in the morning, only the street lamps glowed faintly and dimly.

A gust of cold wind blew up the fallen leaves, waste paper, and dust on the street, adding a bit of desolation to the night.

Under the dim street lights, there are two big men who are bored and smoking.

One of the big men had a hideous scar on his face. He was smoking a cigarette while playing with a dagger. Looking at the dark and deserted street, he cursed carelessly: "Tonight's Everyone is dead, why is there not even one person?"

On the street, apart from the two of them, not only was there no one there, even the shops on both sides were closed, and the atmosphere seemed a little weird.

"Brother Hu, this street is so weird tonight. Why is there no one there? It makes people feel chilled. Something bad is going to happen."

Squatting beside Brother Hu, the burly man raised his head slightly and looked around.

"Look at your bear-like appearance, you are so tall and tall, you are actually a stranger without courage, and you are afraid of the dark." Brother Hu couldn't help but cast a contemptuous glance, spit out a mouthful of saliva, and continued: "Go out and don't tell others, You Da Zhuang messed with me, and I, Brother Hu, can't afford to lose face."

"No, brother tiger."

The burly man looked to the other side of the street.

In that darkness, there seemed to be some terrifying existence hidden, which made him feel a chill on his back, and said, "This street tonight is really weird, it seems a little abnormal. Brother Hu, look, At the end of the street, it's a little scary."

"What's abnormal, isn't it black?"

Brother Hu took a deep puff of the cigarette, then threw the cigarette end casually, hitting the ground and splashing sporadic sparks.

"Brother Hu, there are, there are ghosts..."

Da Zhuang's pupils suddenly contracted, as if he saw something terrifying.

"Damn your dead head, where is the ghost in the world..."

Brother Hu hated Da Zhuang a little, so he slapped him away.

But seeing Da Zhuang's terrified eyes, he couldn't help being puzzled, and turned his head to look over.

In the darkness at the end of the street, a long-haired woman with a frighteningly pale face and stiff movements like a zombie walked alone.

Although I just watched from a distance, I could see that pale paper-like face in the dark, and feel the cold aura emanating from her body.

Brother Hu was startled suddenly, and a chill came down his spine.

It can't really be a ghost, right?

Otherwise, how could it be strange tonight, the whole street is so dark that there is not even a single person?
"Brother Hu, it's really a ghost..."

Da Zhuang looked at the woman who came out of the darkness, and said in horror.

"ghost?"

Brother Hu also felt a little frightened, but he thought of where the hell is going on in the world?
He didn't believe it, and then he said with a chuckle: "I'm afraid it's a person pretending to be a ghost, and it can only scare a coward like you, shame on you."

He dragged Da Zhuang, who was very unwilling, and walked up together.

Approaching, after seeing the woman's appearance clearly, thinking that he was almost scared just now, he couldn't help but angrily said: "It's so late at night, what the hell are you pretending to be, do you know it will scare the children?"

"So it's not a ghost."

Da Zhuang breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the woman's appearance clearly.

It's just that the appearance of a woman is a little scary, especially at night.

"Bear like, where do ghosts come from in this world?"

Brother Hu scolded Da Zhuang, then looked the woman up and down.

His pale face and thin body seemed to have a cold aura, which made people feel weird.Then, I saw a small bronze clock in the woman's hand, about ten centimeters long, so I couldn't help but take a closer look.

"Huh, it seems to be a small bronze clock that has aged." Brother Hu was overjoyed.

He is quite familiar with some ancient relics, and he knows that the value of ancient relics is very high, the absolute value is tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands.He looked at the deserted street, and he couldn't help showing some greed in his eyes. He couldn't help stretching out his hand to grab it, but it was in vain.

"you want?"

The woman slowly raised her head and said to Brother Hu and Da Zhuang.

"Yes, I want it, bring the clock." Brother Hu shook the dagger in his hand, and said fiercely, "Otherwise..."

The woman suddenly smiled and said, "I'm just giving you the clock..."

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(End of this chapter)