Chapter 429 An Indecent Fragrance

Hearing that Old god stick was going to start using the Yunshixiang, Fang Zheng looked expectantly.

He was still looking forward to what the Yunshixiang would do next.

Old god stick touched his lower body and took out something.

Click.

Watching Old god stick take out his lighter and light up the Incense,

A cloud of white smoke rose from the Incense.

Fang Zheng was stunned.

This did not match the picture he had imagined. This was not an ordinary Incense, but the Yunshixiang. This opening was also so meaty. There was no special gesture or would it be effective to use holy fire, innate fire, and samadhi real fire?

This is not tall at all.

And!!

Fang Zheng's left and right temples were throbbing wildly.

Everyone else lit a stick of incense.

What's the matter with your old god stick lighting a handful of incense?

Old god stick lit up this handful of incense, which was a Incense with more than a hundred roots, and immediately made the streets stink, choking passers-by to cover their noses and run away in a hurry.

Fang Zheng suddenly regretted whether this unreliable Old god stick was reliable or not.

"Ahem... Little brother, the effect of this fragrance is somewhat discounted. The old way I suggest, in the future, try to burn as much as possible, the quality is not good, just rely on the quantity to gather, the quantity changes cause qualitative changes!"

In the thick smoke, Old god stick spoke while smoking, choking his nose and tears.

Fang Zheng did not say a word, nor did he interrupt Old god stick. He looked at Old god stick quietly, waiting for the effect of the Yunshixiang.

Next, Old god stick began to hold the Yunshixiang in both hands, staring at the unlucky thief across the street without blinking, and began to mumble.

The thief across the street was standing in front of a shop, pretending to be cutting his nails to hide his identity. At night, outside the store, there were several electric vehicles parked.

Fang Zheng thought Old god stick was chanting a spell, but after a while, he realized something was wrong.

"I want the most valuable thing on you!"

"I want the most valuable thing on you!"

...

Sure enough, Old god stick was unreliable.

I don't know if it was because Old god stick was staring at someone else. The thief who had been wandering around the electric car noticed Old god stick's gaze.

Then he saw Old god stick's smelly incense in his hand, and he was so angry that his mouth was tilted and his eyes were tilted. Wasn't that pure heart cursing me to death?

The thief glared at Old god stick with a warning.

But Old god stick, who was crying and snot from the smoke, was wiping his eyes, not seeing the thief glaring at him.

Seeing that Old god stick was so uninteresting, the thief ran across the road and looked for Old god stick with a fierce look, "Old man, if you don't want to be beaten up, get out of here."

Old god stick glanced lightly at the thief who was threatening him, then fell to the ground naturally, which made the thief tremble. This was really the case.

He saw the people around him, pointing at him. With a strange look, the thief cried, "Stop messing around. I didn't touch you at all. You fell down on your own."

Old god stick was still lying on the ground.

The thief had fled in fear, not even stealing the battery, for fear that Old god stick on the ground would really fall on him.

Running too fast, ding, dropping the next item.

Fang Zheng looked at it and was immediately amused.

It was the nail clipper in the thief's hand that fell to the ground.

Old god stick's face turned green when he saw the nail clippers falling off the floor.

"Old god stick, your incense is almost burnt, and the thief is gone. This is not the treasure that the thief lost, is it this nail clipper?"

Fang Zheng deliberately bit down on his nails and cut the three words, with a mocking expression.

I don't know if this Incense is related to the material, but it burns very fast. In just a few minutes, only the last piece of wood is left.

"This is a mistake!"

"It's possible that the thief is poor, and the only thing that is most valuable on him is this nail clipper. Whoever is the poorest in this world must be a thief, because the thief is poor!"

Old god stick, with a green face, stood up again and defended himself with a stiff neck. Then he reached out and took out a new Incense.

Only then did Fang Zheng notice that there was a black bag on the ground on the other side of Old god stick's body.

The Yunshixiang took it out of a black bag.

The battery thief was scared away by Old god stick touching porcelain. This time, Old god stick changed his target.

This time it was a woman who was dressed very fashionably and brightly.

As the woman crossed the zebra crossing, she threw away the trash and threw down the wet towels along the way to wipe the sweat off her palms.

"It's you!"

Old god stick continued to burn incense, and there was another cloud of smoke and white smoke on the roadside.

I don't know. I thought something was burning here. Was it on fire?

Fang Zheng listened attentively. This time, Old god stick changed the spell.

"Don't cut your nails again this time!"

"Don't cut your nails again this time!"

...

At this moment, the woman who had been throwing wet towels all the way had already passed the zebra crossing. When she saw that Old god stick was staring at her all the time, and she was still holding the incense for the dead, her face immediately turned ugly.

"What are you looking at? You're such a shameless old thing at your age!"

"This thing in your hand is annoying. Are you trying to curse me for dying early?"

Kick, kick, kick!

She stepped on her high heels and was so aggressive that she wanted to snatch the incense from Old god stick's hands.

As a result, because of the late weather, high heels were so easy to step on the gutter cover on the side of the road. The heels were stuck in the grille, and when they sprained their feet, they fell to the ground on their knees, along with kowtowing to Old god stick.

Fang Zheng: ..."

Old god stick: ..."

In the end, the well-dressed woman, whose knees were bruised, took a taxi to the hospital crying.

Fang Zheng looked at Old god stick strangely, "Old god stick, are you a reliable Yunshixiang?"

"The first person lost a nail clipper."

"The second person recognized a goddaughter for nothing."

"How do I feel? You Yunshixiang have never been there."

At this time, Old god stick's face turned black, and the Yunshixiang's results were different twice in a row. One could imagine how depressed he was. At this time, he was provoked by Fang Zheng, and he said very unconvinced, "You can do it. You can do it."

"If you rely on the Yunshixiang, you can make a hundred today... No, if you can make a thousand today, I will run naked."

"I don't believe the old ways. They are also Yunshixiang. The old ways can only save my life with nail clippers, but you can get the money."

With that said, Old god stick had already put a stick of incense into Fang Zheng's hand.

"Well, you said it yourself." Fang Zheng took the lighter and prepared to light the incense.

He had some vague expectations. What would Luck fragrance bring to him?

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