I give Xiandi contemporary krypton

Chapter 179
Today, Lu Donghua is wearing a very simple robe, and he has two men with him. They are carrying black baskets filled with things that Zhang Changji doesn't know, but they look quite bluffing, very similar to this s things.

He was sitting in the reception chair by the front desk, and a pot of good tea was placed on the small table next to him.

Lu Donghua picked up the tea and took a sip, showing an intoxicated expression, and asked slowly: "I don't know what happened when I came to find the old man today?"

Zhang Changji always hated Lu Donghua's tone of speaking when he was a child. He always felt that he was very strange, and he didn't speak in a normal way, which made people quite uncomfortable.

But now, listening to these words, he felt inexplicably pleasing to his ears, and only hoped that Lu Donghua's level was the same as his words, and he could really reach the point.

Lu Donghua has a rule in handling affairs. He doesn't like to talk about it elsewhere, and he doesn't like to talk about it on the plane. He must sit at the place where the accident happened, or where the work is going to be done, and ask carefully.

According to him, this is to match the situation they said with the scene one by one, avoiding guesswork and imagination, so that calculations can be more accurate and things can be done more beautifully. He has not yet reached the level where he can do things only by imagination the point.

This seems to be belittling one's ability, but it is actually more convincing than unwarranted exaggeration.

"It's like this, this restaurant started to be haunted a few days ago..." Zhang Changji sat on the chair on the other side of the small table and told the rumors in detail.

Lu Donghua had been savoring the cup of tea carefully, and after hearing Zhang Changji's words, he quietly drank the tea in his hand, and then stood up directly.

"According to you, there should be only one private room in question?"

Since so many words spread here, he has sealed off the private room and never stepped in.

His ancestors were originally masters of Fengshui, but now even goblins are not allowed to become masters, and there are few places for them to display their talents, so this craft has gradually declined.

In fact, the bottled water placed on the water dispenser is a special small bucket. Every time a batch of customers is changed, a bucket of water will be changed. It has only been sealed for a few days. "Complete" standard, there is no problem at all.

Zhang Changji was following behind tremblingly. Seeing him doing this, he wanted to take two steps back, feeling very nervous.

After he walked in, he looked around and purposely found a sofa and sat on it.

Turning left and right in this characteristic corridor, we came to the door of the private room. The waiter who followed opened the door of the private room. Master Lu flicked his sleeves and walked in. not afraid.

It has only one function—to see if there is any abnormal blood in this place. "

Although I know its purpose, and even the method of use is marked, but that little text is as outrageous as "You have learned 1+1=2, please prove Goldbach's conjecture".

"I'll put it in this glass of water. If it doesn't change, then the guest's feeling is really just a feeling; if it changes, it's real."

But Zhang Changji just felt that there was something wrong with the water in it.

Lu Donghua's words were not half false.

Lu Donghua has always been quite relaxed, and now he even stretched his hands to the left and right, and supported them on the sofa.

He selected the first "treasure" from it.

Zhang Changji nodded.

Although the skills were lost, these objects were real, and a book recording their use was passed down, and only then did Lu Donghua know its name and use.

Zhang Changji stretched out his hand to try to stop it: "Mr. Lu, this room has been sealed for a long time, it's better not to drink the water inside..."

"This is it?" Lu Donghua asked.

He moved his fingers twice, followed by the two disciples and walked forward, walked to the coffee table in front of the sofa, put the things he was carrying on it, opened it by the way, and took the things inside one by one Put the pieces out.

Up to now, he has resigned himself to his fate, honestly using this thing as a tool to defraud money, using its appearance value - after all, it looks really bluffing.

The part that touched the water turned black in an instant!

"This is a blood test needle handed down from my ancestors. It has a single function, and I don't have the opportunity to use it at all. It's just that it occupies very little space, so I didn't take it out of the box.

Having said that, he raised his head to look at Zhang Changji: "Didn't your guests say that there is always a faint smell of blood here? Just try it and you will know."

Lu Donghua beckoned again, and one of the disciples stopped his hands that were still arranging things, turned around and walked to the water dispenser in this private room, took a cup by hand, and drank some water from it.

As he said, while watching his disciple put the glass of water in front of him, Lu Donghua put the silver needle in his hand in front of Zhang Changji's eyes, and showed him.

After finishing speaking, he stopped talking and put the silver needle into the glass of clear water.

Lu Donghua picked up the silver needle with a swish.

Lu Donghua smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, I didn't drink it."

According to the method described above, when the pig butcher just slaughtered a pig, he put the silver needle directly into the pig's blood, and then took it out. It was indeed quite miraculous that it was not stained with red—but There is no change, and it is no different from being placed in water.

This is a silver needle.The silver needle is quite small, but there are many carvings on the silver needle, which makes it look different.

Lu Donghua has tried many similar methods, but he has not changed it so far, so that he wonders whether the things left by his ancestors have expired.

After coming to him, he regained a bit of glory, relying on some unscrupulous means, not the original skills.

"Yes, Master, this is the place." Zhang Changji replied.

"Take me to see it," he said.

This quite seasoned "feng shui master" couldn't control his expression at this moment.

Zhang Changji kept staring at the color of the silver needle, not noticing the change of Lu Donghua, he pointed at it excitedly and shouted: "It has changed, it has changed, it has really changed!"

If the silver needle changes color, it means that there is indeed a problem here!
He stared at the silver needle, thinking of what Zhang Changji said just now, he felt like a light on his back for a moment, but nothing really scary had yet appeared, and he was still sitting on the sofa without moving.

At this moment, he realized what is called "the feeling of sitting on someone's lap"...

(End of this chapter)