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"Jiuying, it's really thanks to you this time."

Qian Kee grocery store.

Looking at the vase in Ah Hao's hand, Lao Qian subconsciously took a small step to the side, a little further away from the vase in his hand.

Then he looked at Lin Jiuying in front of him and thanked him.

"If it wasn't for you, I don't know what it would have been like."

"What else can it turn into, of course, like them, turning into a ghost."

Hearing Lao Qian's words, Ah Hao held the vase and said without thinking.

"Ahao."

Hearing the apprentice's answer, Lin Jiuying immediately gave him a wink.

Then he shook his head, looked at Lao Qian with an embarrassed expression in front of him, and said, "I'm sorry, Lao Qian, this apprentice of mine is not used to it."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter."

With a wave of his hand, Lao Qian replied indifferently, and at the same time turned his head and glanced at the mahjong table in the direction of the living room, a look of fear flashed in his eyes.

In a short time, he should not touch these things, after all, he almost lost his life on this thing just now. Although Ah Hao's words are not good, they are also true.

This time, if not for Lin Jiuying just arrived.

He may have long been cold on the mahjong table.

"Speaking of which, how on earth did you provoke these ghosts, Lao Qian, to play mahjong with them?"

Although, several mahjong ghosts have been successfully taken away.

However, Lin Jiuying did not relax his vigilance because of this. On the contrary, he was puzzled and curious about the reason why these ghosts found the old money.

After all, under normal circumstances, ordinary people do not provoke ghosts so easily.

Especially someone like Lao Qian, who even provokes three of them at one time, they all make up a mahjong table.

"Speaking of this, I am also a little strange."

Before, because of the chaos, the old money was too late to think.

Now that those few ghosts have been subdued by Lin Jiuying, Lao Qian finally has time to think about this issue, he frowned and thought hard for a while, then replied.

"I lived in Chinatown for so many years, and it was fine before, and I didn't provoke anything unclean. As a result, I didn't know what to do in the past few days, and I became very unlucky. These ghosts got entangled, and they played mahjong with them for several days..."

Although Lao Qian's answer was a little vague, Lin Jiuying still found some problems in it.

"Being particularly unlucky?"

Frowning, he murmured.

Lin Jiuying looked up at the old money in front of her, raised her hand to count again, and then asked with a dignified expression: "Can you be more specific, how did you become unlucky, old money?"

"Speaking of this, I am furious."

"I didn't know what to do in those days. It was like I was hit by evil, and I didn't do anything well."

"When I wake up in the morning, I can knock my head, and when I buy breakfast, I will miss something, not to mention how many times I fell while walking on the road. I almost thought I had Alzheimer's, and I went to the hospital on purpose. What happened? Nothing was found out, and a large amount of examination fees were wasted in vain, only to leave the hospital gate, and in a blink of an eye, I was bumped again..."

In the grocery store, I heard Lao Qian talk about the bad luck he had encountered in the past few days with a bitter face.

The few Chinese in Chinatown on the side couldn't help but looked at each other, and then moved a few steps to the side in tacit understanding, which was exactly the same as the way Lao Qian held a ghost vase just now.

After all, who knows if bad luck will be contagious, and if they are also infected by the bad luck of Lao Qian, it will be bad luck.

"You are really, unlucky at home."

Even Ah Hao couldn't help but sigh after hearing about the series of unfortunate things that Lao Qian had encountered in just a few days.

"Who said it wasn't."

Hearing this, Lao Qian replied with a depressed expression.

Originally, I thought this would be bad enough, but it turned out to be far more than that.

After all, it was unfortunate that he was caught by a ghost and played mahjong.

That's really bad luck.

"It's not just bad luck."

After listening to Lao Qian's description, Lin Jiuying, who was facing him, stopped what he was doing, took a deep look at Lao Qian in front of him, and then said.

"Even if a normal person is unlucky, there should be a limit, and in a situation like yours that suddenly becomes particularly unlucky in a short period of time, or someone is casting a spell to harm you..."

"Casting a spell to harm me?"

Hearing Lin Jiuying's words, Lao Qian's face suddenly showed a shocked expression, and he quickly opened his mouth to defend himself.

"How is this possible? Although I am petty and cheap, it is not to the extent that I need to be cast by others."

"Yes, they are all neighbors. We also know Lao Qian is a man. Although he usually likes to be greedy for money, there are a few who are not greedy for money in business. They have been friends for decades. He should not be bad. to this point.”

"At this point, I also feel that the old money has not reached this level..."

"It can't be said that, maybe Lao Qian himself is not at this level, but in case the person who harmed him is a careful guy, no one can say for sure."

Not only Lao Qian, but a few people on the side also spoke up and said something for Lao Qian.

As for Lao Qian's behavior, not only the people in Chinatown, but also Lin Jiuying himself didn't think he would be so bad that people would cast spells.

"If it wasn't for being cast by someone, then there's only one explanation, it's an evil."

"Do you still remember, during this period of time, have you come into contact with any special things or objects?"

"Something special?"

Facing Lin Jiuying's inquiry ~www.readwn.com~ Lao Qian blinked and recalled.

"There are not tens of thousands or even thousands of tourists visiting this Chinatown every day. There are also many customers in my grocery store, some who buy things, some who just look at it. If it is special, at least half of them are very special. But when it comes to touching objects..."

Speaking of this, the expression on Lao Qian's face changed obviously, and he felt a little guilty.

Although it is not illegal for him to collect amulets, it is actually quite taboo.

After all, the amulet is not something that can be collected casually, especially in the Thai culture, the amulet represents the patron saint. Who knows what the meaning behind this kind of patron saint of unknown origin.

But when he thought of the unfortunate things he had encountered in the past few days, he gritted his teeth and said.

"Actually, just a few days ago, I met a man who ran into my shop to sell amulets. I didn't think much about it at the time, so I just took away the amulets. I've done this before, it's nothing. In a special situation, could it be that my unfortunate incident has something to do with the amulet I received?"