After the rebirth of the little ancestor of Taoism, he became a god again

Chapter 43 That's a coincidence

After exiting the live broadcast, Huo Yanqing began to work.

She took out cinnabar, brush and blank yellow talisman from her backpack.

Mao Hanshan asked curiously: "Master, do you want to draw talismans?"

"Well, it's for dealing with zombies." Huo Yanqing picked up the brush and looked at Xiang Rui with bright eyes: "You can record it with your phone, but you can't take pictures of my face, and you have to take pictures of me with a mysterious feeling."

"No problem." Xiang Rui excitedly took out her cell phone: "Master, after recording it, can I put it on my Weibo?"

She majored in photography and likes to shoot some strange things, especially in metaphysics, or she would take Mao Hanshan and the others to explore the ancient tombs.

"sure."

Huo Yanqing began to lift the strokes and draw talismans when she turned the camera to her hand.

Mao Hanshan didn't understand the matter of Xuanmen, but it didn't prevent her from seeing Huo Yanqing's talisman paintings, and she was even fascinated by it.

When the tool kit opened a corner, they looked at a pair of small white boots made of cloth, with exquisite patterns embroidered on them. What was strange was that the boots were not placed flat, but stood up with the tips facing upwards.

Xiang Rui wondered: "What does it mean?"

In fact, Mao Hanshan already felt that the possibility of getting the wrong bag was very high, so when she unzipped the zipper, she was cautious in her movements, for fear that something strange would run out of it.

Xiang Rui happily took the fortune talisman: "Master, can Hanshan and I worship it and get good luck?"

Xiang Rui screamed in fear. She pointed at the bag and said, "Hand, hand, child's hand."

Huo Yanqing transformed a total of ten talismans, and seven of them pushed to Xiang Rui: "This is the lucky talisman. When you update your Weibo in the early morning, you can take a picture of one of them with your mobile phone and put it on Weibo. The top 100 people who prayed to it three times can get good luck for seven days in a row. After a hundred, the lucky talisman will automatically burn and lose its effect. You can delete Weibo at that time."

Mao Hanshan asked her: "What if the other party's bag is the same as ours?"

"In less than five minutes after we entered the cemetery, we encountered an archaeological team. They stumbled out of the depths of the cemetery, and they ran and shouted that there were zombies. I saw that they looked frightened and some people were injured. I felt something was wrong and persuaded Ruirui and the others to leave and return to the hotel. No special happened during this period..."

Mao Hanshan was also shocked and confirmed that there was no danger. She quickly unzipped the zipper and saw the corpse of a child in ancient costume lying in the bag.

Xiang Rui murmured, "That's a coincidence."

As the saying goes, only money can tell the goods, and you get what you pay for. Therefore, how effective the talisman is depends on how much money you give.

“It should be.”

Mao Hanshan said: "It's our tool kit, maybe not either."

Xiang Rui has hundreds of thousands of fans on Weibo, and can be passed on word of mouth through them. At that time, one is spread to ten, ten is spread to hundreds, and hundreds is spread to thousands. More and more people will know that the talisman she sells is very effective and will come to buy her talisman.

Huo Yanqing put away his brush and cinnabar: "The zombies will not appear after twelve o'clock, you can go to bed for a while."

In less than a minute, she came down to the desktop with a black and yellow tool bag.

Because the place to explore is a cemetery, they bought flashlights, shovels and other tools.

Speaking of zombies, Mao Hanshan was puzzled: "Master, we just entered his cemetery and did not steal his things. Why did he keep chasing us and take our lives?"

Huo Yanqing disliked him and wiped away the saliva on his face: "I'm not good at all. I'm doing this to lend you an advertisement."

"No matter what, open it first."

Huo Yanqing said: "You should first think about what happened in your tomb."

Mao Hanshan said and recalled the situation at that time. Suddenly, she remembered something and suddenly sat upright: "Did it be...at that time..."

"But this bag is obviously ours, how could it be wrong?"

"ah--"

"We collided with the archaeological team and fell to the ground. It wasn't that time..." Mao Hanshan wasn't sure if she was right. She quickly stood up and rushed to the room upstairs: "You guys wait for me."

Xiang Rui hurriedly asked, "What's wrong at that time?"

Mao Hanshan continued to pull up, a piece of brocade white cloth covered the boot, and then they saw a pair of small hands.

"Of course, you can wait for your seven-day good luck before putting the second fortune-telling talisman on Weibo, and you can get another seven-day good luck."

She will also appropriately adjust the price of talismans so that ordinary people can afford it, but the effect is definitely not as good as that of the high-priced talismans.

Because they were just a tool kit for loading tools, they didn't pack the bag after they came back to check whether the items inside were theirs.

Huo Yanqing's serious expression added a bit of majesty to her beautiful face, and her fingers were as white and tender as jade as carved. She seemed to be doing something very sacred, with the movements of painting talismans that were both elegant and ritual.

Xiang Rui was not at all used by Huo Yanqing to take advantage of her, and she also got such good benefits.

Xiang Rui looked at the tool kit and said, "Isn't this the tool kit we brought to the cemetery?"

She couldn't help but gasp: "Why is the archaeological team carrying a child's body?"

Xiang Rui pointed the camera at her hands and talismans, the camera at her eyes, and the back at her back. In short, she just didn't pat her face.

"Thank you, Master, you are so nice." Xiang Rui happily pounced on Huo Yanqing and squirted at her face.

"Even if the master lends me to advertise, I still think the master is good."

"We collided with the archaeological team and fell to the ground with them. The situation was too chaotic, so we might have got the wrong tool kit."

Xiang Rui was stunned: "Little Bu Boots? We didn't buy this at that time. Did you really get the wrong bag?"

Huarui saw that the child was only two or three years old. In addition to his pale face, he had a delicate and cute face. His fear was replaced by anger: "The archaeological team actually killed people in the ancient tomb, and it was a child. I want to call the police to capture them."

Huo Yanqing quickly held her phone caller.

Little cuties, did you recommend and collect it today?

(End of this chapter)