The Full-level Boss Took the Sick and Weak Script

Although the things calculated by the fortune-telling were illusory, Yang Qirui still remembered his birth date anyway.

The date of birth on the puppet doll is indeed his.

Yang Qirui still felt like he was living in a dream.

It turns out that there is such a mysterious thing in this world.

"Master, what's going on?" Yang Qirui asked.

Su Nanzhi glanced at him, and said concisely, "The person who has been cast the spell, put their hair into a puppet, and match it with the horoscope of their birthday, it will take away their luck and make them develop blood mold."

Blood mold is not ordinary bad luck.

Ordinary people say, "It's really bad luck for eight lifetimes." The "blood mold" in these words does exist.

The house is broken, it's okay.

Ordinary spell casters have a higher level of morality, and death is inevitable.

"Then is it broken now?" Yang Qirui asked cautiously.

He doesn't dare to underestimate this slender little girl now.

"Two drug addicts died in your bar within a month," Su Nanzhi said slowly, "It was because they were cursed. This time it was resolved, but it only cured the symptoms, not the root cause."

The so-called treating the symptoms but not the root cause is naturally because the person who cast the curse has not been found.

"Then... what should we do?" Yang Qirui had already begun to believe in the indistinguishable girl in front of him from the bottom of his heart.

Su Nanzhi took two steps closer, and took the puppet from his hand. With a "bang", a pinch of flames burst out from her palm, and burned the puppet cleanly, leaving no ashes behind.

Yang Qirui: Shit?

Can someone really start a fire with bare hands?

"Remember to transfer the final payment of 100,000 yuan to the account," the girl said blankly, "If you want to find out who is behind the scenes, add another 100,000 yuan."

Yang Qirui: "..."

Su Nanzhi could probably see what he was thinking, and said again: "You can rest assured, we will take care of the after-sales after we collect the money, and we will definitely be responsible to the end."

Fortunately, Yang Qirui can't afford to spend 200,000 now.

If the matter can be resolved, even if his bar is to be sold, the price will not be so low.

"it is good."

Yang Qirui quickly scanned Su Nanzhi's payment code, and then felt a little pain for his little money in his heart. Now as long as he has special skills, how easy it is to make money.

After Su Nanzhi received the money, she naturally went to work.

She bid farewell to Yang Qirui, then embarked on another road, took a taxi to another completely different direction.

Before her mahogany sword was stuffed into the suitcase, she rushed to the curtain and rubbed herself spiritually, obviously because she disliked the puppet she just stabbed.

Yang Qirui who saw this scene: To be reasonable, the world doesn’t believe in science anymore, right?

When the lights came down, the sky became even darker, but the surrounding lights were very bright.

Even the grimace with red lips and white face pasted outside the car window is so delicate and eye-catching.

After Su Nanzhi stared at it for a while, she closed her eyes.

She was able to see a lot of things since she was a child. She was quite afraid when she was a child, but she still had a congenital heart disease. She was admitted to the hospital several times without warning because of a heart attack. Later, she gradually got used to it.

Now this level can hardly arouse her emotional fluctuations.

But kinda annoying.

There are not a few souls who get entangled in passing cars after being hit by a car, but most of them can't do anything substantial.

Like the one outside the window, although it looks ugly, it just lay there.

With a wave of Su Nanzhi's hand, the invisible light radiated out, and the face on the car window was no longer visible in the next second.