Chapter 258 Things you shouldn’t take

I didn't argue with her and said seriously: "If you continue like this, this money will kill you!"

Taozi's face showed rare seriousness, and then she laughed loudly.

"Are you kidding me?"

"Am I crazy? Are you kidding me about this?"

Taozi counted a bunch of red notes from his pocket and slapped them in front of me: "Thank you."

"I am leaving."

After saying that, she stood up and turned around to leave.

I stared at her for a long time. Did I not explain clearly, or did she not understand?

"Why!"

I yelled, "Stop!"

While shouting, I ran out and stood in front of Taozi.

"I suspect that what you are encountering now is the calamity of life and death in your life, that is, the big hurdle!"

Taozi raised her eyebrows: "Oh? Will you die if you can't cross?"

"right!"

Taozi smiled and waved the fan with one hand: "I know."

"are you crazy?"

I couldn't hold it back and raised my voice a lot. Taozi frowned: "You're the one who's sick, right?"

After saying that, she turned around, held up the oil-paper umbrella, and walked away slowly on cat steps.

Looking at her back, I felt mixed emotions.

Fortune-telling is a conscientious job. It is normal to do as many things as you pay.

But Taozi saved me before, and now it’s time for me to repay something!

At this time, bursts of footsteps sounded behind me.

I looked back and saw that it was Ji Canghai.

He had already changed into a waiter's black overalls, with a shiny white towel draped over his shoulders.

"The goblin is here again?"

*** laughed a few times: "I'm a visitor, what can I do?"

"Come on." Ji Canghai put his arm around my shoulders: "It's time to eat."

Uncle Ya ate very slowly, but didn't say a word from beginning to end. I didn't dare to speak until he put down his chopsticks.

"Master, Tao Zi is here this morning."

"I heard it all."

Uncle Ya blew the hot air from the teacup and said, "My heart is my way. If you think it's right, just do it. You don't need to ask anyone."

I hesitated for a moment, then nodded vigorously.

"this is for you."

Uncle Ya took out two rectangular pieces of wood from his arms, with cloud-shaped tops.

I picked it up and looked at it: "Isn't this a cloud board?"

Taking a sip of tea, Uncle Ya put down the tea bowl: "I took your treasure, but I have to give it back to you, right?"

"Lest you say I spoil the old man's greed for money."

I chuckled and picked up the cloud board: "How embarrassing."

Uncle Ya smiled at the corner of his mouth and said nothing more.

As the saying goes, the bells in the morning and the drums in the evening are in the clouds.

The cloud board was originally a tool used by Taoist priests to tell time. In addition to using bells and drums to tell time in the morning and evening, the cloud board was struck at other times.

Although I was confused, I still put the things away.

After being in contact with him for such a long time, I can conclude that Uncle Ya is definitely an expert.

He would definitely not give me two pieces of junk as a magical weapon.

Uncle Ya straightened his body and said calmly: "When you used the golden mace before, did you feel that you were invincible?"

I hesitated and nodded.

Uncle Ya smiled: "That's not because of your ability, but because of Jin Mace's own tyranny."

"You won't feel it at first, but as time goes by, you will be infected by violence and eventually go astray."

These few words he said made cold sweat break out on my back.

Master Ruhai did say that the golden mace killed countless ghosts, but he never mentioned the following words.

I was thinking back and forth when the tapping sound on the table interrupted my thoughts.

"The yin and yang you had before was because you were contaminated by the evil energy of me and accidentally hit you."

"This cloud board is a treasure that ate the incense of Sanqing Palace. With its suppression, your yin and yang eyes will naturally fail."

After saying that, he stood up first, turned around and ran to the back hall, leaving a leisurely sentence.

"Everything in this world has its fate, and the debt you owe must be paid sooner or later. If it's not yours, don't take it."

His words immediately reminded me of the picture the man in white drew on my hand last night.

Does this count as someone else’s thing?

His words seemed to remind me of something.