The five ghosts are lucky and wealthy. One is Feng Shui Bureau and the other is magic. They are both famous for their great prosperity and extramarital wealth and windy wealth. They are secret methods to save poverty.

Obviously, this is a Feng Shui bureau.

The true Five Ghosts fortune is different from the "well-known" Five Ghosts fortune array on the market, because the true Five Ghosts fortune array is extremely cruel and domineering. The Five Ghosts used are the souls of their closest people. These four most intimate words, including their immediate relatives, such as parents, children, wives, close classmates, friends, and colleagues, can all be used as candidates for the Five Ghosts.

The secret method imprisons the five souls, located in the five directions of the room, and the five ghosts connected by the secret method can make money for the performer, just like the gold mountain behind each soul now. The heavier the gold mountain, the more money it accumulates.

The five ghosts imprisoned have deep resentment, so they need to offer incense, put it next to the god of decline, and are stained with incense, and coupled with the suppression of the god of decline, these souls will not only not resist, but will also accept their fate and become the five ghosts to help the caster make money.

But these things, the God of Defeat will not tell the mayor.

God can even deceive people.

"The God of Decay is not the God of Wealth. What do you think you are offering? It is better to not let you die of illness. If you worship such things, first of all, your family will suffer. Your family will not die in a bad way. But the God of Decay is also smart. Anyway, they will die, and it is better to die than to die. Doing things that can make you rich and defeat two countries, killing two birds with one stone, and making you firm in your determination to believe in him. Isn't it better?" The monk spoke with disgust on his face, but he still explained patiently.

The mayor lay on the ground with regret on his face, but what's the use of regret? All the relatives have passed away and nothing will exist anymore. Even if there is money, so what if there is everything? All happiness goes with the wind, and money is nothing but passing by the clouds and mists.

"Ah!" The mayor suddenly started to madly, pounced on the statue he worshiped, and threw the statue of the cat-headed and human-body to the ground: "When I was poor and destitute, someone told me that this could make me rich. I didn't believe it at the beginning, but just gave it a little. As you said, at the beginning, those who approached me would be inexplicably unlucky."

"The people who told me said that it was precisely because the sacrificial power was not enough that this was the case. So I...I established the statue of God, and even after I became the mayor, I wanted everyone in the city to worship..."

The mayor regretted when he said this. Qin Mu closed his eyes, as if he didn't want to see him like this again. After the mayor broke the statue of the god, the five ghosts next to him began to be angry. The chains on their bodies were actually collapsing little by little. If you observe Qin Mu carefully, you will find that this guy kept silently reciting the spell, never interrupting.

Suddenly, there was a "boom" against the right side of the hall, and a huge fist reached in. Two vines as thick as index fingers appeared under Xiaosheng's feet. He grabbed Qin Mu in the waist and started running. As for Honglian and monks, one was agile and the other was resistant, so there was no need to worry at all.

The hall almost collapsed due to this sudden fist, and almost hit the mayor with regret. The mayor was crying in a voice. Qin Mu opened his eyes and looked at the mayor who was crying indifferently. He was taken away by Xiaosheng's vines and gradually moved away. He couldn't see clearly what the mayor was like. He looked like five ghosts that had left the chain pounced on him. Suddenly, the man screamed in a shrill voice.

"What's going on?" The monk who has always adhered to the Western Buddha couldn't bear it when he heard the voice. It was a big deal to know the mistakes. He said it was good, but sometimes the evil he had committed had to be borne by himself, and it was no wonder that others could blame him. The monk stretched his head to find out, but he heard the Honglian behind him say "Be careful". Before he could react, he felt a strong wind coming from behind. After all, he was born as a monk. With just a little strong wind, he subconsciously flashed towards the side. Even so, he was still rubbed by the other party's fist wind and flew backwards to the side.

If the monk hadn't dodged for a moment in the end, then the monk might have been tragic. Being hit by the huge copper fist would not be as simple as flying backwards.

Sure enough, the moment he flew out, the golden aperture appeared on the monk's body saved his life again. The monk who flew backwards directly hit the wall of the mayor's house. He just shook his dizzy head and then got up without any injuries.

Qin Mu seemed to have just woken up. First, he was dragged out of the attack range of the copper fist by Xiaosheng's vines. When Honglian reminded the monk, Xiaosheng also divided the vines and tried to catch the attack. It was obvious that it was a mantis arm that was used to chariot. The force from the vines brought Xiaosheng to the ground, because it was just a vine. At the critical moment, Xiaosheng directly abandoned it.

Qin Mu was dragged by Xiaosheng for a while, and his eyes gradually became clear from the turbidity. As if he had just discovered the current situation, he said to the giant in front of him who occupied most of the yard: "Damn!"

"Stop sighing, how can this thing be solved?" Honglian knew that Qin Mu had just entered the state of sacred traveling again. This was not the first time. When this time was not a critical battle, this guy started to sacred traveling without considering his friends' feelings at all. Fortunately, Qin Mu had already woken up at this time, and his witch song would be the nightmare of the copper lump opposite.

Yes, the big bronze statue in the yard was now waving like a living person, waving his big fists everywhere. The monk who had just stood up was hit by a stone he picked up from the ground. Even though the monk had a thick skin and abrasion-resistant body, he couldn't help but feel dizzy.

"The God of Defeat?" Qin Mu said in confusion. Looking at the cat-headed body, he gave up the triangle plate and ruler in his hand, and used only two copper fists to waving it, making the whole field full of vigor. Then he saw that the only monk who had some combat power was already sitting in the corner and hugging his head, and Qin Mu felt that it was time for him to hold the whole audience.

The fire of the Red Lotus Karma burned on the copper lump like it was tickling, but it melted little by little in a small range, just like using a candle to burn chains as thick as a wrist. It was impossible to give this big guy a fatal blow in a short period of time.
Chapter completed!