I'm telling fortunes in North America. I'm really not a wizard.

Chapter 160 A Man Full of Resentment

"what?"

Chen Yaozu was a little surprised.

Hu Ying, who came to report, did not hesitate to explain the matter in one sentence: "The witch was learning witchcraft, or should I call it shamanism, in her tent.

My Lord, do you want to go and have a look?"

Shamanism and witchcraft... okay!
If you think about it carefully, if you insist that these two are the same, then that's fine. He is also very curious about the so-called shamanism, so why not go and take a look?
Hu Ying took two steps closer to him:

"My Lord, let me help you hide your figure!"

Chen Yaozu shook his head and waved his hands: "It's okay, I can do this myself!"

He had a trick to deceive people, which was quite difficult to master, but he still managed to learn it.

With a wave of his hand, his entire figure disappeared. How can I describe it?
It’s just like those ninjas in movies and TV shows who suddenly disappear. The person is still there, but you don’t know where he is and you can’t see him!

This is probably what Qi means.

But Chen Yaozu's sleight of hand is much stronger than ordinary sleight of hand.

It's a very crude combination of the seventy-two Earthly Evils to conceal the secrets of heaven, as well as some crude techniques of invisibility and nightmare prayer. It combines the concept of using great force to make a flying brick into a sleight of hand.

Maybe it might not be very useful against those immortals and saints, but with his current level, he should not be exposed in front of the so-called witch.

"Hiss... The master's method of invisibility is so advanced that even I can't see it..."

Who said female ghosts can’t flatter?
This kind of flattery that is subtle and silent often touches the heart easily. At least now Chen Yaozu's mouth corners are slightly raised and he has never let it go.

He relaxed a little, allowing Hu Ying to see some outlines, and then the man and the ghost walked towards the witch's tent.

A gentle breeze blew open a hole in the unclosed tent, and Chen Yaozu and Hu Ying went in.

The witch is already learning.

When Angelina opened the book, she didn't even look at the first half because it was in Chinese characters. She went straight to the French translation at the back.

"Curse... Curse... Ok found it!"

"God of immortality above!

He is so powerful that he can create the world with a wave of his hand, and destroy all living things on earth with the flip of his hand.

The breath He exhaled became clouds, the sound of His shouting was thunder, and lightning was His most commonly used weapon, which He used to punish all those who disobeyed Him.

And we who live on the earth are just like ants on the ground to mortals in the eyes of the immortal gods.

But the people of the Central Plains in the south said hundreds of years ago that the rules of our ancestors are not shackles on our progress, but rather stepping stones to support us.

The fate that the Eternal God has set for mortals is not enough to make people afraid, because the gods are not necessarily kind-hearted, just like people on earth often use water to water ant nests.

This may just be a prank to them, but to mortals, it may be a severe snowstorm, flood or fire that destroys families and clans.

Therefore, in order to enable themselves and their tribes to survive better, the humble human beings in the mortal world began to spy on the power of the Eternal God.

For example, mortals have mastered the power of curses for tens of millions of years, which should have been the authority of the Eternal God, but now some of it has been stolen by mortals. "

Every time Angelina studies, she reads the introduction of each part.

Because this can make us appreciate the greatness of our ancestors who stole the authority of the gods, and keep in awe of this power.

Because she discovered that when people learned to steal authority from the gods but did not learn to respect this power, most of them would not have a good ending.

“For the Immortal God, a curse can be accomplished by simply opening his mouth and exhaling, and raising his eyes and gazing.

But for the human race in the mortal world, without the power of gods, if they want to pry open the curse imposed on people, they must have a primer, which is the same as the primer in the prescriptions of the Central Plains people.

There are curses, some are incantations made by combining drugs and poisonous insects, and some are curses made by using birth data, heart blood, eyebrows, and hair.

But we live in the cold and bitter north, where education is not deep and financial resources are insufficient. Medicines and poisonous insects are all produced in the south, so we cannot learn them or use them.

Prayers and incantations about birth date, heart blood, eyebrows, and hair are mostly performed by people from the side sects in the Central Plains, but people outside the Great Wall do not read and seldom use calendars, so they do not know the time of birth, let alone the birth date.

This is too much trouble.

Therefore, the curse of this kind of wizard lineage in the East called Shaman is a curse mainly caused by three kinds of sins!
The most commonly used motive is resentment.

Because it is easiest to provoke hatred in someone.

If you want to curse someone, all you have to do is provoke his hatred, no matter who he hates.

for example?

For example, the young people in the tribe.

I just need to tell him that the world is unfair.

Tell him why, as fellow citizens of the Ming Dynasty, the Ming people living north of the Liao River have to live between the White Mountains and the Black Waters, with the mountains being blocked by heavy snow for six or seven months every year.

The cattle, sheep and horses raised in the pen can only survive by turning over the thick snow to find grass roots that have not been eaten up when it snows.

If all the grass roots were eaten, they could only kill the cattle, sheep and horses before they became completely emaciated and freeze them for meat.

But the Ming people south of the Liao River occupied the place with the warmest and most humid climate. Even in winter, the land was covered with green grass.

We who live north of the Liaoshui River felt as painful as a bone knife stabbing into our chest as we watched the cattle, sheep and horses starve to death one after another.

The Ming people in the Central Plains south of the Liao River still sang happily and drove their cattle and sheep to graze in the winter.

We are all emperors, why do they live differently from us?
For example, because there was not enough food every year, some children and some old women starved to death.

But the heroic people can only bear the heartache and shed tears to see them leave this world and leave ourselves.

But why did the people in the Central Plains south of the Liao River have abundant prey, grain, fish and mare's milk?
The great Emperor of the Ming Dynasty is unfair!
As long as we stir up the hatred among these people, we can use the power of their resentment, confuse their minds, and make them work for our own purposes..."

……

I don't know how long it was before someone knocked on the tent:

"Hey, Angelina, the food truck from the Oriental Feed Factory cafeteria is coming out, go get in line.

There are a lot of new people here today. If the dining cart in the cafeteria is not well prepared, you will go hungry if you go late.

Now the whole of Los Angeles is full of burnt ruins and smoke-filled streets, and there are not many places to eat! "

Hearing the sound, Angelina quickly responded, put away her magic book, picked up her rice bowl, spoon and cup and rushed out.

By the time she arrived at the dining car, there was already a long queue, but the oriental chef in the dining car was very quick and his hands did not shake when he served rice and dishes. The long queue in front of her was soon cleared and it was her turn.

[Yangzhou fried rice, with eggs, ham and cucumber fried like rice, the cost of the ingredients is three dollars.

Pork trotter rice, a few small cabbages, braised fragrant pork trotters, and the rice is topped with a fragrant sauce. The cost of the ingredients is four dollars.

Roast duck rice, which also consists of a few vegetables and delicious roast duck, costs only four dollars.

Vegetarian fried rice noodles, vegetarian fried rice noodles, each serving has a few green vegetables fried with soy sauce. It tastes good, but there is no meat.

The material cost is two dollars.

Dongfang's white flour buns cost one dollar for four. Braised pork in brown sauce costs four dollars for the ingredients.

Tip: There are 5 vehicles responsible for the big pot meals in the temporary camp. The food on these vehicles is prepared by big pot meal chefs from large southern cities in the east, and the taste is biased towards the Guangdong, Guangxi, Fujian and Jiangxi regions.

Other cars serve Sichuan, Hunan, Shandong, Anhui and Northeastern cuisine.

You can find any food truck you like and queue up for it.

Finally, please do not waste food, otherwise you will be expelled from the temporary camp. 】

This is a temporary text message on the signboard of the dining car, informing the prices on the dining car.

“Do you have money?

You can pay by credit card.

If you don’t have money and can’t pay by card, please show your ID.”

The person in charge of collecting money in the dining car was an oriental uncle. As soon as Angelina stood over, she heard him ask this question.

Angelina was already familiar with the route, so she took out her driver's license and handed it over.

The oriental uncle took her driver's license, tapped the instrument on the dining car, and then asked, "What do you want to eat?"

The display screen facing outwards of the cash register directly showed that Angelina's ID owed $12.

That's right!

Angelina said she had no money and had already eaten three meals in debt, each costing four dollars.

"Sir, I want to try the Yangzhou fried rice that I've never had before. Is it three dollars?"

The oriental uncle nodded and added another three dollars to the amount she owed. The person serving food nearby took her rice bowl and filled the bowl with his palm as wide as possible.

You have to know that in American supermarkets, the price of rice is between two dollars and five dollars per pound, and if you add eggs, ham and cucumber, a serving of Yangzhou fried rice at three dollars is really a good deal.

Angelina happily took the rice bowl, then used her own cup to pour a full serving of the free tomato and seaweed egg drop soup from the bowl next to her.

Then she quickly found a place with few people and started eating. The previous two times she had taken the food back to her tent to eat, and she felt embarrassed to pretend to have no money and take advantage of others.

But after the third time she let go, because every time after eating in the tent, she had to come out to wash the dishes at the public faucet, which was quite troublesome going back and forth.

After taking a sip of the tomato, seaweed and egg drop soup, I scooped a spoonful of fried rice. To be honest, it tasted very good.

But I don’t know why the local white people in America say it doesn’t taste good. They think it’s not sweet enough and doesn’t contain sugar?

What the hell?

The aroma of fried rice, the meaty aroma of ham, and the browned aroma of eggs, combined together, is simply a delicacy that white Americans cannot enjoy.

However, I made too much fried rice today. You may feel a little full after eating it!
She looked around and found that no one dared to throw away the food in their bowl easily, because if they did so and wasted food, they would be kicked out of the campsite.

She was pretending to be broke, but many white people in the camp had no money in their pockets, and some even maxed out their credit cards.

If I were kicked out of the campground, where would I find the one, two, three or four dollars’ worth of food?

You have to know that the prices of goods in Los Angeles are skyrocketing right now, and there is no such thing as a strong and stable market in America.

If you say it was possible before 91, after all, at that time, in order to deal with the Soviet Union, America was a state-planned market economy, and everything was for confrontation.

But now, everything depends on market self-regulation, and the market is a market of capital.

If you want to eat out in Los Angeles right now, you can’t do it without spending a few dozen dollars.

Even if you go to a convenience store, a convenience store that hasn't been burned down, to buy a hamburger, a hamburger now will definitely cost more than $10.

No one will be able to eat on credit just by showing their ID when you have no money and can't pay with your credit card.

Only here, although the food is oriental and Americans are not used to it, the food here is only charged at cost price, and you can buy on credit with your ID even if you don’t have money.

And the quantity is large and filling.

I have only one request, which is that you don't waste food. If you can't even do this, you deserve to starve to death.

Everyone present was bustling about and queuing up to buy food. Even those who were not queuing up to buy food were new arrivals.

Newcomers will ask what is going on with such long queues.

Then someone will tell these newcomers that only three meals a day are delivered here, and each meal is at cost price, which is extremely cheap.

Even if you don't have money, you can still eat.

But once the time limit is exceeded or they are sold out, they are gone.

In Los Angeles, it is almost impossible to find a place that can serve large groups of people.

So those who had inquired about the food also rushed to line up, fearing that they would not be able to get a meal.

There was only one person, a man, who just stared there stupidly, without moving.

What made Angelina's eyes light up was that she saw a strong sense of resentment and hatred from this man.

If you want to practice witchcraft or curse, the easiest thing to find is the energy of resentment.

Now, the person with a strong aura of resentment was right in front of her, and she felt that she should not miss this opportunity.

So I quickly walked over and said, "Hello, sir!

My name is Angelina, why don't you go get some food?

There are free enamel rice bowls, soup cups, and spoons on the dining car.

After you get these, you can go queue up and get your meal.

The meals you see are all delicious oriental delicacies, and they are all sold at cost price.

I even suspect these prices are lower than the cost price!
But I promise it tastes good!"

The man nodded woodenly, said thank you, then sat down on the ground without going to get his lunch box or get food.

Angelina felt that this person gave her the impression of a walking corpse. To put it more exaggeratedly, this person's soul was no longer here.

His body was still alive, but his heart was dead.

However, the strong resentment and hatred in his body shows that his heart is not dead yet and can still be used.

So Angelina trotted over to the food truck and got a free rice bowl. She put half of her fried rice into it and walked over to the man and handed it to him:

"Don't you have any money? I'll treat you to a meal!"

The man was stunned for a moment, but still obediently took the half portion of Yangzhou fried rice: "Thank you!"

Angelina smiled, quickly ran back to the dining car, and helped him get a free bowl of tomato seaweed egg drop soup, and handed it to him: "You're welcome, it's just $1.50 for fried rice, I can afford it.

But can you tell me what happened to you?"

The man paused for a moment while chewing, then resumed his chewing. He said in a low voice while chewing his breakfast: "I retired, but when I got home I found that my wife was living with someone else..."

(End of this chapter)