Reborn genius girl fortune teller

Chapter 428 Good Dagger

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The killer turned into a fool, and jumped away in a frenzy, a small dagger fell 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, so she quickly put it into the bag she was carrying, but carefully looked at the small dagger.

The blade of this small dagger is very thin, but it is shiny and sharp. She wanted to try to see if it was as sharp as the legend said, so she put a few strands of her hair on it and blew it gently. broken.

Good dagger!
She couldn't help admiring!

"This dagger smells so strong and bloody, it stinks to death." Xuehu said.

"Well, it is estimated that at least a hundred people's blood was stained on it." Yang Zimei naturally saw that there was a strong sinister aura on this dagger, but she needed such a sharp weapon.

I remember the last time I played chess with that ghost descendant, the evil spirit couldn't deal with him, and I lacked a sharp weapon to directly hurt people.

Although this dagger is small, it is sharp enough, and it also has a certain evil spirit. It can be used as a hidden weapon for her to use against the enemy 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.

Now this dagger has nothing to do with her. After all, it is just a foreign object.

She chanted a spell, and drew a spell on the dagger with her fingers to block 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 like this." Xuehu muttered when she saw her heavy bag full of her treasures.

"Then what can I do? The things inside are very important. If I don't carry them with me, I don't feel safe." Yang Zimei patted her small backpack and said.

Xuehu shook his head and did not speak any 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 yet? Grandma is going 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 the Daoist alright?" Yang Qing asked.

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

She still couldn't help but feel a little sad when she thought that her master's deadline was coming.

"I know Master, Master, and I don't care about my biological grandfather." The grandfather said strangely while smoking a dry cigarette.

"Grandpa, what's wrong with you?"

Regarding her grandfather, Yang Zimei is also very helpless, but he is her own grandfather after all.

"Your grandpa is dead poor, and you are about to lose face as a famous master." Grandpa snorted coldly, "I don't have a dime on me, and I have nothing to do if I want to invite some old friends from my hometown to drink tea."

"Grandpa, didn't I just give you 2000 yuan last time?"

"2000 yuan is worth a ball. After a meal, it's gone. If someone invites you to eat, it's worth tens of thousands of dollars. Your father is poor." Grandpa blew his beard and stared.

Yang Zimei was sweating.

It seems that grandpa has also been infected with the vanity of comparison in this city.

It used to be that in the village, because of poverty, even a dime was eager to split the two halves, but now it is like others who want to spend tens of thousands of dollars for a meal.

That's right, 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, and, in order not to suffer too much punishment from God, she You have to donate money from time to time to do good deeds instead of extravagant waste.

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(End of this chapter)