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Chapter 390
"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, 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 would have happened."

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

Hearing Lao Qian's words, Ahao pouted while holding the vase, and said without thinking.

"Ahao."

Hearing the apprentice's answer, whether big or small, Lin Jiuying immediately gave him a wink.

Then he shook his head, looked at Lao Qian who had an awkward expression in front of him, and said, "I'm sorry, Lao Qian, I'm not used to being a big or small apprentice."

"It's okay, it's okay."

After waving his hand, Lao Qian replied with a nonchalant expression, and at the same time turned his head to look at the mahjong table in the direction of the living room, with a look of fear flashing in his eyes.

In a short time, he probably won't touch these things anymore, after all, he almost lost his life on these things just now.Although Ahao's words are not pleasant, they are true.

This time, if it wasn't for Lin Jiuying who arrived just in time.

He might have been on the mahjong table for a long time.

"Speaking of which, Lao Qian, how did you provoke these ghosts and 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 are not so easy to provoke ghosts.

Especially like Lao Qian, who even provoked three of them at one time, and they all made up a mahjong table.

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

Before, because of the chaotic situation, Lao Qian had no time to think.

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

"I've lived in Chinatown for so many years, and it was fine before, and I didn't provoke any unclean things. As a result, I suddenly didn't know what happened in the past few days, and became very unlucky. These ghosts were entangled, and I played mahjong with them for several days in a daze..."

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

"Become particularly unlucky?"

Frowning, murmured.

Lin Jiuying looked up at the old money in front of her, raised her hand to calculate again, and then asked solemnly: "Can you tell me specifically, how unlucky have you become, old money?"

"Speaking of this, I'm furious."

"I don't know what happened in those few days. It's like hitting an evil spirit. I can't do anything smoothly."

"I can knock my head when I wake up in the morning, and I will lose things when I buy breakfast, let alone walking on the road. I don't know how many times I fell. I almost thought I was dementia, and I ran to the hospital on purpose. What happened? The matter was not found out, and a large sum of examination fees wasted in vain before leaving the hospital gate, and was bumped into again in a blink of an eye..."

In the grocery store, I heard Lao Qian talking bitterly about the bad things he had encountered in the past few days.

A few Chinese in Chinatown on the side couldn't help but looked at each other, and then moved a few steps to the side tacitly. This appearance was exactly the same as that of Lao Qian's ghost vase just now.

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

"You are really, unlucky home."

Even Ah Hao couldn't help sighing after hearing the series of unlucky things that Lao Qian encountered in just a few days.

"Who said it wasn't."

Hearing this, Lao Qian replied with a depressed face.

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

After all, he was so unlucky that he was caught playing mahjong by a ghost.

This is really bad luck.

"It's not just bad luck."

After listening to Lao Qian's description, Lin Jiuying on the opposite side stopped what he was doing, took a deep look at Lao Qian in front of him, and then spoke.

"Even if a normal person is unlucky, there should be a limit, and if you suddenly become extremely unlucky in a short period of time like you, 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 greedy for petty gain, I am not to the point where I need to be cast."

"That's right, they all belong to neighbors. We also know what Lao Qian is like. Although he usually likes to be greedy for money, there are a few people in business who are not greedy for money. They have been friends for decades. He should not be bad. to such an extent."

"In this regard, I also feel that Lao Qian is not to this extent..."

"You can't say that, maybe Lao Qian himself is not at this level, but if the person who did something to harm him is a narrow-minded guy, no one can say for sure."

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

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

"If it wasn't someone casting a spell, then there is only one explanation, it's an evil attack."

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

"Something special?"

Faced with Lin Jiuying's question, Lao Qian blinked and recalled.

"There are not tens of thousands but thousands of tourists in this Chinatown every day. There are also quite a few customers who come to my grocery store. Some are shopping, some are just looking. If you say something special, at least half of them are quite special. But when it comes to touching objects..."

Having said that, the expression on Lao Qian's face changed obviously, and he was a little guilty.

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

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

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

"Actually, just a few days ago, I met a person who came to my shop to sell amulets. At that time, I didn't think much about it, so I just collected the amulets. I have done this before. It's nothing. In a special situation, could it be that my unlucky incident is related to the amulet I received?"

(End of this chapter)