No one can stop me from making money

Mo Yu and Fan Dingkun stood on the stairs strangely, stopped in place and talked.

The lights in the stairwell were darker than those upstairs and downstairs. Against the light, Fan Dingkun stood on top of Mo Yu's two steps and looked at him with his head slightly lowered.The light from the second floor was coming from behind him, the original handsome facial features were blurred in the shadows, only the pair of radiant eyes were particularly eye-catching.

Ever since he was a child, this was the first time Mo Yu looked at a man so carefully.But what made him more concerned was that there seemed to be something in Fan Dingkun's eyes that he couldn't understand.Mo Yu was in a daze for a moment, and concentrated his energy to identify it carefully. It seemed to be... Guilt?

ha?

Mo Yu was shocked—isn't he?What is this guy here for?Rely on them?Is it to make him bankrupt? ! !

His brain was almost crooked to the horizon, but thanks to Fan Dingkun's words, he stopped his wild thoughts: "Boss Mo, we all have special physiques. Very angry."

Yes, this was certified by the female ghost in the hotel, and the person surnamed Fan is indeed so sinister that he doesn't look like a living person.

"To solve my problems, one is to forcibly suppress them with the help of magic tools, or practice pure yang exercises to offset my own yin qi. Unfortunately, we Shouyi faction do not have such exercises. We have always used enlightened methods in the past. The device is barely suppressed."

Fan Dingkun's voice is very magnetic, and the male voice with a slightly dignified tone is clean and pleasant.Probably because of the injury, his voice was hoarse at this time, and Mo Yu's ears suddenly felt itchy.

"Originally, the injury to my internal organs was not the most serious injury this time. On the contrary, the evil spirit that the evil cultivator entered into my body was more difficult to deal with. Because I have a heavy Yin energy, and the evil spirit entering the body is only more difficult to heal than normal people. If you don’t get rid of the yin qi, it’s hard to get rid of the evil qi; if you don’t get rid of the baleful qi, the wounds on your internal organs won’t heal. Unless you find a way to counteract the yin qi in me, my wounds won’t heal.”

Mo Yu tried his best to control himself so that he didn't raise his hand to pick out his ears on the spot, but his head was already dazed, and he didn't know what expression to put on for a while, so he said stupidly: "...so what are you going to say, Mr. Fan?"

Fan Dingkun pursed his lips, paused before saying: "Boss Mo, actually... I didn't know until I saw you. It turns out that hostility can also offset the evil energy in me."

Mo Yu thought for three seconds before he suddenly understood: "...So, you came here because you are closer to me, and the injury heals quickly?"

So what you need is not medicinal food, but me? !Am I your ginseng? ! !

Thinking of the 5000 yuan saved by Yang Shuyuan... Mo Yu slammed his mouth, and suddenly felt that he was a bit at a disadvantage, why did he lose weight...

Seeing that he didn't speak, Fan Dingkun was even more embarrassed: "Boss Mo, I, I will compensate you."

Although the stairwell is darker, the lights upstairs and downstairs are bright. How could Mo Yu not see Fan Dingkun's embarrassed expression?This person has always looked like an iceberg that strangers should not enter, but he never thought that there would be such a twist.

My ears are red!

Fine. "Hehe, this is a hotel, Mr. Fan, no matter why you stay, we welcome you." It's like I can still ask you for a ginseng... I'm a serious boss, just give me the rent.

Fan Dingkun hesitated for a moment and said: "Boss Mo, since everyone is a fellow in the metaphysics world, I don't want to hide anything from you. What I said is true. Although our sect is not very prosperous, we have some connections in the secular world. Boss Mo If you have any requirements, as long as I can do it, I will accept it."

I am an ordinary person, all I want is money!

Mo Yu opened his mouth, restrained the fresh and refined thoughts in his heart, and tried to smile: "It's time to see outsiders, Mr. Fan, you also said that we are all of the same way, so we should watch out for each other and help each other. Besides, you come to live here I didn’t even give you free room fees, did I? That’s enough!”

Anyway, if you don't tell me the reason, I don't know... Forget it, greed, hatred, ignorance, slow suspicion, and five blunts can't be touched.Amitabha.

Fan Dingkun's lips pursed into a line.Taoism also pays attention to cause and effect. He used Mo Yu's situation to heal his wounds. This is a debt. If he doesn't tell the truth, it will be of no benefit to him.If you owe a debt, you have to pay it back. Although Mo Yu may not care, Fan Dingkun can't pass his own test.Seeing Mo Yu's firm attitude, he didn't insist after all, he only thought that he would pay back this karma no matter what in the future.

But one wants to return favors after getting benefits, and the other insists on showing his style and resolutely not accepting it. This situation is ridiculous no matter how you think about it.

Fan Dingkun thought about it, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he smiled at Mo Yu—Boss Xiao Mo is really kind-hearted, he really is a good... Eh?

Mo Yu was also amazed for a moment, thinking that the handsome guy looks even more handsome when he smiles. Unexpectedly, the smile on Fan Dingkun's face has not yet dissipated, but he suddenly closes his eyes and falls down!

He hurriedly caught Fan Dingkun who was unconscious, and saw that the man was frowning tightly, his face was pale, and after just a few breaths, cold sweat was dripping from his forehead.

Mo Yu was taken aback by this, and carefully stabilized his figure. A gust of wind came from behind, and Sister Wu stood by her side: "Who did the little Taoist offend? Why was he cursed just after he was injured?"

"Curse?" Mo Yu frowned fiercely, "Can you untie it?"

Just kidding?Customers can't guarantee their safety when they check in. Why should their hotel be smashed by Fan Dingkun's house?

Sister Wu squinted her eyes to see Fan Dingkun's situation, bent her waist halfway, and drew a circle with her left hand around Fan Dingkun: "Yo Yo Nanfeng, Zhaozhao Qiguang, go!"

Following the words, a warm yellow light came out from her left hand, which instantly sank into Fan Dingkun's forehead.Immediately, a puff of gray smoke 'leaked' from the back of Fan Dingkun's head, and dissipated before touching the ground.

Mo Yu looked over again, and found that Fan Dingkun had stopped sweating, but his face was still pale, and his brows were tightly knit together. It seemed that he still felt very uncomfortable in a coma.

Sister Wu paused and wanted to cast another spell, but Sister Cui's voice came from behind Mo Yu: "I'm better at this, let me do it."

Mo Yu looked back, before turning his head halfway, he saw Sister Cui jumped into the air from the corner of his eye.It seems that Sister Cui's method does not require chanting mantras, but is silent instead. She just turns around slightly, grabs and presses with both hands, and a ghostly aura is formed by her into an upside-down hood, which is firmly buckled by Fan Dingkun and Mo Yu's body.The cover slowly closed after passing through the floor. If you have a perspective eye, you can see that it is a complete circle.

"This enchantment is not too advanced," Sister Cui nodded to Mo Yu, and said softly, "If the opponent's mana is higher than I expected, it may not last long."

Mo Yu's eyes widened: "MD, I didn't expect that after clearing the field, there are still fish who slipped through the net nearby who dared to provoke us... Zhao Yingying, find a way to find that guy, and I'll buy you a high-quality aloe incense later." !"

"Okay!" As early as when Sister Wu was expelling the curse, Zhao Yingying grabbed a trace of gray smoke and left it in her hand. Hearing this, she opened her mouth and swallowed the ominous mist, closed her eyes and waited for a few breaths, and then a gust of wind It rolled out the door.

Seeing her leave, Mo Yu wanted to ask Sister Wu for help, and first sent Fan Dingkun to the room. The stairs were really not the place to put the wounded.As a result, before he could speak, he glanced at a stunned person under the stairs—I'll go, he forgot, there is still an unaware person in the hotel!That kid Li Dong was always cowardly, so isn't he frightened and crazy now?

No need for Mo Yu to speak, Sister Wu appeared at the bottom of the stairs in a flash, and blew a puff of light red smoke into Li Dong's face against Li Dong's horrified gaze.Li Dong's eyes turned white, and he fell limply to the ground with a 'gudong'...

"It's okay, boss," Sister Wu smiled kindly, and stood beside Mo Yu again, "I guarantee that he will completely forget the memory of these five minutes."

Mo Yu wiped off the sweat from the fright, and nodded: "All right, first help me send Mr. Fan back to the room, and then move that kid Li Dong back to his own room."

With spells, it didn't take much effort to do these things. Several people easily sent Fan Dingkun back to 201, where Li Dong was also stuffed back into his own bed.It was inevitable that someone came over suddenly to see this situation, so Mo Yu simply went downstairs early and closed the store door, and then went back to the second floor to guard Fan Dingkun.

Zhao Yingying's speed was very fast. They didn't wait for a while before she floated in from the window of 201.

"Boss, I didn't catch anyone." Zhao Yingying showed him a porcelain doll in her hand, "I just found this one. It's stuffed with cloth stained with the little Taoist's blood."

Porcelain dolls are the traditional fat dolls, and Fan Dingkun used male dolls.They can buy this kind of porcelain dolls everywhere, especially around Chinese New Year.In particular, this porcelain doll is still holding a fish, it seems that it is really a leftover from the sale during the Chinese New Year.

Isn't this witchcraft?Mo Yu didn't understand these things, so he didn't bother to take it: "This thing... can curse people without the birth date?"

Sister Wu knew this thing better, and explained to him: "The orthodox method is to use the horoscope of your birthday, but how many people pay attention to this now? Except for some older people, not many people know their horoscope. What's more, there are still so many caesarean sections. So now the evil ways use things like hair or blood, and there are fewer people using horoscopes."

"No, it's that easy?" The more Mo Yu listened, the more uncomfortable he felt. Doesn't that mean that you have to be careful when cutting your hair in the future? "Mr. Fan's seizures are quite severe. Using this to deal with people is too hard to guard against, isn't it?"

Sister Cui came over and smelled it, then shook her head: "I added a lot of dirty things, very evil, and it's not so easy to find."

"Sister Cui is right," Zhao Yingying nodded, clapping her palms together, the porcelain doll and its contents were shattered, and then a cluster of will-o'-the-wisps burned, and fell to the ground as a handful of ashes. "It's so useful because of the addition of a lot of materials, and it's a one-time use after so much effort is wasted. It's very tasteless. If you only use hair blood or something, it's so powerful, isn't it a mess?"

Mo Yu pinched the bridge of his nose and asked, "Did you lose track of him, or did you not see anyone at all?"

Speaking of this, Zhao Yingying was also quite regretful: "Even if I saw the back from a distance, I couldn't pursue it! It must be that Sister Wu broke his law, and he sensed something was wrong. When I arrived, there was no one there." She With his fingers, he picked up a gust of wind and rolled the pile of ashes out of the window, "But the person should be in Qinghe Bay. I found it in the graveyard behind Feng Laosan's pig farm. There is no one else except this." Used dolls, no other clues."

Mo Yu sneered, closed his eyes and took a deep breath—I am Buddha merciful, it seems that the disciple will inevitably beat someone again.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work." Mo Yu looked at Fan Dingkun who was sleeping quietly on the bed, and sighed resignedly, "Go and rest, I will guard him today."

Several non-human beings nodded and comforted him: "It's okay, boss, the practice has been broken, and the little Taoist priest woke up quickly. If he hadn't been injured before, he should have woken up by now."

Mo Yu nodded: "Okay, thank you. Zhao Yingying, I will buy agarwood for you tomorrow. Sister Cui prefers sandalwood, right? By the way, Sister Cui, I will buy a chicken from Aunt Tian tomorrow and make it for Wu Sister, let's eat."

Several non-human beings went back happily, only Mo Yu was left sitting on the stool, staring at Fan Dingkun lying on the bed in a daze——

So, he still feels bad!He also has to act as a humanoid ginseng to heal others, and he has to work hard to wipe the ass of Fan, and then he has to reward the employees out of his own pocket...

That 5000 yuan can't comfort him at all!

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