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Chapter 301: Money-Winning Expert Incident [Second Update]

Three days later!
Jiang Ming felt that he must have killed too many ghosts. In the past three days, he had gained nothing. Evil ghosts had become a scarce resource that could be encountered but not sought after.

However, overall, Jiang Ming is still calm, the balance of the evil spirits in his body has not been broken, and he can resist the evil spirits' erosion of his body and soul. So far, there has been no sign of body necrosis.

On the contrary, he is as strong as an elephant. Every night, he cannot be happy without a woman. His yang energy is excessive, and it is better to release it than to block it. He can only look for his confidante to practice.

These past few nights he mainly spent his time tormenting Piaohong and A Ling, in order to make Piaohong convinced as soon as possible.

He also went to Kelian to practice. The women there were all masters and could better withstand his practice.

Let’s take another incident. There are no ghosts, evil practitioners or sorcerers. That’s also possible.

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At the same time, in a villa area five miles away from where Jiang Ming lived, it was extremely lively, with a lot of people, long queues of people, and reporters.

"Uncle, we're here."

A tricycle stopped on the road outside the villa, and the driver spoke.

Then, a middle-aged man in his fifties who looked very similar to Dr. Lin appeared. He jumped off the tricycle with ease and nimble hands and feet.

His attire is interesting. At this time, he is wearing a grey cloth shirt in the style of the Republic of China, and a white double-breasted shirt underneath. Just looking at his attire, he exudes a conservative and old-fashioned air.

"Thank you, Xiaohan. Please take a detour and bring me here."

Uncle Zhu greeted the young man driving the tricycle and said.

"No, it's all thanks to you for helping my wife drive away the vengeful ghost last time, Uncle. My wife asked you to accept these fruits. We grow them at home, so they are fresh and delicious."

The young man driving the tricycle, who was wearing glasses and looked quite gentle, said this while holding a fruit basket over from the passenger seat.

"Why are you so polite? I'll take it. The fruit is nice."

Uncle Zhu said casually.

"Thank you for spending your magic power to save my wife. But, Uncle, is this house yours? It's so big and magnificent."

The tricycle driver then spoke again.

"It belonged to my late father. Now my brother and nephew are living there. That's it, thank you, little man."

Uncle Zhu spoke.

"You're welcome. Goodbye, Uncle."

The young man said hello and drove away on his tricycle.

This house is really nice. It is a three-story Western-style building, which can also be called a small villa. Moreover, it is located in the Repulse Bay area, so it is worth tens of millions.

After Uncle Zhu entered the gate, he was a little surprised to see so many people. He destroyed his hometown in the mainland and came back three months later. Why did he feel that his home had changed a lot?

Of course, he had roughly guessed the reason.

This matter must be related to his nephew and younger brother.

"What are you doing queuing here?"

Uncle Zhu asked curiously.

"Meet the money-winning expert."

Some people take it for granted.

"Yes, as long as you meet the money-winning expert, you will win every time you gamble. That's why everyone comes here to find him."

There is humanity again.

Uncle Zhu also saw that there was indeed a golden sign hanging on the wall of his house with the words "Money-Winning Expert" written on it.

Uncle Zhu was holding an umbrella in one hand and a fruit basket in the other, preparing to go home, but was stopped. "Uncle, please line up, okay? Everyone has been waiting for a long time."

"What are you queuing for?"

Uncle Zhu said helplessly, he still needs to queue up to go home?
"If you want to see the money-making expert, you have to queue up."

Someone nearby immediately expressed dissatisfaction.

"This is my home. Please let me in first, and then you can slowly line up."

Uncle Zhu waved his hand and said.

"Depend on."

Then, he was greeted with the middle fingers raised by those people. The people here were all gamblers who wanted to win money. They thought he was being clever and trying to sneak in.

In the end, Uncle Zhu was forced to be unable to return home and could only go back and climb over the wall.

at the same time.

upstairs.

A man who looks like Uncle San is fooling people, "Do you know how to gamble?"

The person sitting opposite him looked like Charlie, and he still had the same look.

"I could play trumpet when I was three, and poker when I was four. When I was eight, people called me the drug tyrant. When I was twelve, I played poker with the God of Gamblers. I beat them both and lost miserably. That's why they called me the gambling dad."

Acha is indeed unusual, his breath is worse than athlete's foot.

"Then what are you doing here?"

Uncle Da glared and said dissatisfiedly.

"To be honest, I'm here to mess things up today. Let's see who is the expert at winning money."

Acha said arrogantly.

"Don't regret it."

Uncle Da was wearing a long robe in the style of the Republic of China and spoke in a pretentious manner.

"Regret, hahahaha, I brought a lot of money, let's see how you can make me regret it."

Acha said proudly, raising his hand, holding orange and green coins, at a glance, there were about twenty or thirty thousand.

"I think you are courting death. You won't cry until you see the coffin." Uncle Da looked serious, calm and said coldly, "Master, please come in."

The next moment, a gust of wind blew over, and the door of the inner room opened directly. Acha, who was facing the inner room, couldn't open his eyes due to the wind. He felt scared and wondered who had such a terrifying aura.

However, after waiting for a long time, he became impatient again, "If you want to gamble, hurry up and don't play tricks."

"Haha, I'm behind you, idiot."

At this moment, a little fat man rushed out from behind him and said.

"Why did you come out from behind me?"

Acha said.

"I came out from the inner door, but I was so fast that you didn't even notice me standing behind you."

The fat boy talked nonsense.

"Do you have any special abilities?"

Acha said with a little fear in his heart.

He just wanted to see what the money-making expert was capable of. What he said about holding the flowers was pure bullshit.

"What do you mean by 'difficult'? Special abilities are just a small matter to me. My skills have already affected the magnetic field here."

The little fat man immediately became confident, patted the guy on the forehead and said.

"To prove that I am an expert at winning every time I gamble, let's make a bet!"

The little fat boy said calmly.

"it is good."

Acha immediately said excitedly.

Of course, the little fat boy doesn’t have any special abilities. He is not even as good as Uncle Da.

Everything is based on deception.

In order to find haunted places, Jiang Ming rode his motorcycle around.

As for A Ling and Piao Hong, they were responsible for showing him the villa.

They are ghosts and don't need to eat. The only thing they feel is emptiness, loneliness and cold. They need Jiang Ming to spend more time with them.

Passing by the three-story villa beside the road, Jiang Ming heard a lot of people gathered. He took a curious look and immediately found something wrong.

"An expert in winning money?"

If this is really the movie he has seen, that would be great, business would come to him.

Moreover, he meets a Maoshan master who looks like Uncle Jiu. According to the original plot, the cultivation level of this Maoshan cultivator is not low, at least he is a foundation-building level cultivator.

Because the methods he demonstrated in the movie were truly powerful and were definitely not comparable to those of an ordinary Qi Refining practitioner.

Even the Third Uncle here knows Taoism, and his skills are not low. He also has the unique skills of blocking doors and flying head technique.

This alone was enough to show that his level of cultivation was at least above the seventh level of Qi Refining. However, he was not doing his job properly, had limited Taoist skills, and was suppressed by his second brother for a long time. In front of his second brother, his level of cultivation was not good enough.

It seems that the plot has just begun. In this case, he might as well join in the fun.

Maybe, he is a relative of Uncle Feng!
Jiang Ming saw from afar that there was a person standing on the balcony behind the building. He knew who it was by looking at the back.

He jumped lightly and appeared on the balcony, but Uncle Zhu was unaware of it.

At this time, Uncle Zhu was furious. His brother and nephew were playing tricks and not doing their jobs all day, which gave him a headache. He had only been away for three months, and these two had rebelled.

"This time, I have to teach them a lesson."

Uncle Zhu said to himself.

The two people in the house teamed up to make Acha lose the game. Now they threatened that Acha was unlucky this year and they wanted to change his fate.

Uncle Zhu took a look at the fruits in the basket and came up with an idea. He used bananas as eyebrows, apples as eyes, mangoes as noses, and a banana as mouth to form a formation. Just as he took out a talisman and prepared to cast a spell, Jiang Ming spoke.

"Senior, the stupid boy inside is being deceived by your family, and you still want to distort his facial features. I think if you want to teach them a lesson, you should distort the facial features of both of them."

Jiang Ming's voice startled Uncle Zhu. "Who are you? You can actually see through the target of my spell. It seems that you are also a fellow practitioner."

"My name is Jiang Ming. I'm just passing by and taking a look. As for fellow practitioners, we are not, because I don't understand Maoshan magic."

Jiang Ming said in a calm tone.

Uncle Zhu didn't say anything when he heard Jiang Ming's words. He looked at Jiang Ming's face and didn't see that he was a bad person. Hearing the voices inside, he looked over.

“The sky doesn’t go up, the earth doesn’t go down, pig intestines become sausages, and the losing side becomes the winning side.”

Then he saw his nephew Zhu Xiangfen inside, muttering something and holding a yellow talisman with his words on it, committing fraud.

Moreover, that fool was manipulated by them and was completely stupid. What Jiang Ming said was right. It was indeed his brother and nephew who were deceiving people.

Even if you want to punish the two of them, you shouldn't do it to this person.

He also felt that Jiang Ming naturally came over and peeked through the glass window, "Haha, this brother's spell is really unique."

Uncle Zhu's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He took out the talisman in his hand, pinched it with two fingers, and the talisman burned and turned into ashes. He pointed at the fruit on the ground.

The next moment, the fruit changed its direction.

The nose is swapped with one ear, and the mouth is swapped with the nose.

Inside the room, Zhu Xiangfen, who was pretending to be a ghost, suddenly had his facial features jump and his face became exactly the same as the position of the fruits.

But he seemed not to feel it. He pretended to cast a spell, lit the talisman with a lighter, and shouted, "Open!"

The next moment, he pulled away the white cloth covering Acha's head.

"Ah, hell."

Acha regained his sight and looked at the money-making expert. The next moment, he shouted loudly and rushed outside in panic.

(End of this chapter)