Supernatural rebirth: genius girl fortune teller

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The killer turned into a fool, jumped away like crazy, and dropped a small dagger from his body.

Yang Zimei walked over and picked up the miniature pistol and the small dagger on the ground.

Worried that others would see the gun, she didn't have time to play with it and quickly put it into the bag she brought with her. Instead, she looked at the small dagger carefully.

The blade of this small dagger was very thin, but it was bright and sharp. She wanted to try it out and see if it was as sharp as the legendary hair blowing on it, so she put a few of her hair on it and blew it gently, and it really hit the wind.

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Nice dagger!

She couldn't help but admire it!

"This dagger smells so strong of blood, it stinks like hell." Xue Hu said loudly.

"Well, it is estimated that it is stained with the blood of at least hundreds of people." Yang Zimei naturally saw that the dagger had a strong evil spirit, but she needed such a sharp weapon.

I remember that the last time I played chess with the ghost master, the evil spirit could not deal with him, and I lacked a sharp weapon that could directly hurt people.

Although this dagger is small, it is sharp enough and has a certain sinister aura. It can be used as a hidden weapon for her to use against enemies in the future.

However, she hopes to find a better sharp blade, one that can have a certain resonance with her like a small iron tower.

This dagger now has no connection with her. In the final analysis, it is just a foreign object.

She recited a spell, drew a charm on the dagger with her fingers, sealed the evil spirit on it, and put it into the bag.

"Little girl, it's so troublesome for you to carry a bag with you." Xuehu muttered when he saw her heavy bag filled with her treasures.

"Then what can I do? Everything in this is very important. If I don't take it with me, I won't feel safe." Yang Zimei patted her small backpack and said.

Xue Hu shook his head and said no more.

Yang Zimei returned home.

The family had just finished dinner, and when they saw her coming, everyone was slightly startled.

"Niuniu, are you back? Have you eaten? Grandma went to cook for you." When grandma saw her, she happily pulled her to ask questions.

"Grandma, I've eaten." Yang Zimei asked grandma to sit down.

"Niuniu, when did you come back? Is Taoist Master okay?" Yang Qing asked.

"I just came back today. Master, he is fine, just..."

She couldn't help but feel a little sad when she thought about her master's deadline.

"I know Master, Master, but I don't care about my biological grandfather." Grandpa said in a strange tone while smoking a dry cigarette.

"Grandpa, what's wrong with you?"

Regarding his grandfather, Yang Zimei was also helpless, but he was his grandfather after all.

"Your grandpa is so poor that he has almost lost the face of a famous master like you." Grandpa snorted coldly, "I don't have a dime on me, and I want to invite some old friends from the same hometown to have tea with me."

"Grandpa, didn't I just give you two thousand yuan last time?"

"Two thousand yuan is worth a fortune. After a meal, it's all gone. If someone buys you a meal, it costs tens of thousands. You are the only one who is shabby." Grandpa puffed his beard and glared.

Yang Zimi was sweating.

It seems that grandpa has also contracted the vanity of comparison in this city.

It used to be that in the village, because of poverty, even a dime was wanted to be broken in half and used. Now, I actually want to spend tens of thousands of yuan on a meal like others.

Yes, she is not short of money now, and it is relatively easy to get money, but it is also her money, and she uses it relatively frugally. Moreover, in order to prevent herself from suffering too much divine punishment, she

We should also donate money from time to time to do good deeds and accumulate virtue, instead of being extravagant and wasteful.

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