One Hundred Thousand Reasons For Krypton Gold

The dead wood Taoist found a talisman in the old man's bedroom.

That talisman was exactly the same as Lingqiong's and the others.

Sheng Mingsui and Ling Qiong looked at each other.

Is it Fan Yuan?

The dead wood Taoist knew the talisman.

"Have you ever heard of life changing?"

Ling Qiong crossed her arms, "With this talisman, can you change your life?"

Withered Wood Daoist: "This talisman won't change your life, but it can steal some things."

Bai Jin: "What?"

Daoist Deadwood: "Luck, longevity, wealth... are all possible." Look at the other party's Taoism.

And having these things is equivalent to indirectly changing one's life.

Ling Qiong thought of the 'Ghost Hand' card.

The ghostly hand that hangs over the entire city... It may not mean the entire city.

but some people.

Because it couldn't be displayed in one picture, an exaggerated picture was simply used.

A flash of inspiration flashed in Lingqiong's mind, "It's talent."

Everyone looked at her together.

"What he stole was talent." Ling Qiong said, "The talent for painting."

It was also mentioned in the plot that Fan Yuan suddenly became famous later.

According to teacher Sheng Mingsui, if Fan Yuan has perseverance, he will achieve success.

He doesn't have the kind of talent that makes people shine.

It can only rely on time to precipitate and accumulate.

But Fan Yuan quickly rose to fame.

Contacting the existing clues, it is very likely that he is stealing other people's talents.

"I thought there was something wrong with his paintings..."

When Sheng Ming Suijing Lingqiong said this, Mao Sai suddenly understood, and finally knew what was wrong.

"That painting is a fusion of other people's styles."

"Who are you talking about?" Bai Jin listened for a long time, but couldn't understand who these two people were talking about.

Sheng Mingsui: "Fan Yuan."

Bai Jin was unfamiliar with this name and didn't recognize it.

The dead tree priest obviously didn't know him either.

Ling Qiong had no interest in introducing who Fan Yuan was, so Sheng Mingsui finally introduced him.

Sheng Mingsui saw with his own eyes that Fan Yuan put the talisman on the teacher and added something to the water.

Withered wood Taoist priest described the figure and features of the man he saw, almost matching Fan Yuan.

"But he's not that good at it..."

"Since he can steal the talent of painting, he can also steal other talents." Withered Wood said, "It's not surprising."

The dead tree priest said so.

However, there are some doubts in my heart.

Is Fan Yuan's ability so strong?

Can you keep stealing other people's talents?

This method can only be used once or twice...

Sheng Mingsui: "Then what should we do now?"

"Abusing the techniques of Taoism." Daoist Withered Wood said, "This matter will be handed over to the people from the Taoism Association to investigate."

Sheng Mingsui heard for the first time that there was such a thing as the Taoist Association.

Of course, Lingqiong couldn't let people from the Taoist sect investigate. She had to find Fan Yuan first and get the bronze piece.

That thing is probably a key tool for her to return to her body, but she has to grab it first.

And that Fang Xieshou...

Thinking of Fang Xieshou, Ling Qiong caught up with the dead tree priest who was about to go back to report, and began to file a complaint.

She couldn't find Fang Xieshou, could it be that she couldn't find Fang Xie Shou in the whole Xuanmen.

The saying that there are many people is powerful is not just words.

"The method of resurrection is a forbidden technique." Withered Wood said, "Are you sure?"

Ling Qiong pointed to herself: "Aren't I the evidence?"

"..." Withered Wood Road Priest: "What is the name of the person you are talking about?"

"Fang Xieshou."

"Fang... Which sect does he come from?"

"How do I know this, but he is the only one left in his sect."

"I'll investigate this matter, you... come back with me first."

"No, I have to find my body, otherwise I really can't go back." Ling Qiong refused.

The dead tree priest said that he could not communicate with Lingqiong, she was a living soul, and she had not committed any crimes, so she could not be treated in the same way as other spirit bodies.

So in the end, Daoist Deadwood had no choice but to let her go.

…

Fan Yuan didn't get the talisman paper back, so he was a little worried.

But thinking about that day, he should not have been seen face-to-face, and he felt a little more at ease.

As long as no one knows who he is, he can't be found here.

But Fan Yuan soon discovered that he was wrong.

People in Taoism are checking him.

Fan Yuan didn't dare to be tough with those people, so he could only run away first.

He hid in a hotel, and came in and out every day, wrapped up tightly, with a hostile look in his eyes.

The hotel owner probably thought he was weird, and finally couldn't help but call the police one day.

Fan Yuan was forced to leave the hotel and found an unoccupied unfinished building to settle down.

Fan Yuan was sitting on the ground smoking, and the cigarette butts were thrown all over the floor.

He didn't want that old guy to die at all, but who knew that old guy was out of luck...

He wanted to retrieve the talisman that day so that no one would find out.

Who knows, he was still hit by someone.

Now he is still being watched, and he is being searched everywhere.

It shouldn't be like this...

But why did things become like this?

Fan Yuan raised his sleeves, his right arm was gray with meridians all over it, like the bark of a dead tree.

These hands are not human hands at all.

Fan Yuan took the cigarette butt and pressed it directly.

Fan Yuan couldn't feel any pain in the sound of 'Zi Zi'.

"Didn't you promise me that you would make me a master? Why, why is this happening now!!"

The skin on the back of the hand suddenly reveals a pair of eyes, followed by a mouth.

The mouth spit out people's words: "You are not careful in doing things yourself, and I can't rely on me."

Fan Yuan grabbed his arm, "You have to help me!!"

There was a bit of greed in those eyes: "You go to someone, let me recover a little strength first, and then I will tell you how to do it."

"No……"

"Then you can only be hunted by them." The voice sneered, "The method you use is a forbidden technique, which is the most disgusting existence in Taoism. They will chase you endlessly!"

"...It's you... It's you who tempted me!"

It's all this shit.

is it...

It's what made me like this!

"It was you who couldn't stand the temptation. You and your junior brother were there at the time, but you were the only one who heard me and responded to me. It was your inner desire that awakened me."

The voice continued, "Besides, you've already killed someone, so what are you afraid of?"

"..."

"Hurry up, every minute late you are in danger one more minute."

…

Fan Yuan disappeared, not only Lingqiong couldn't find him, but he couldn't even be found in Xuanmen.

But there was a murder in the suburbs.

The deceased died in a strange way, which alarmed the Taoists.

Ling Qiong heard afterwards that the death of that man might have something to do with Fan Yuan.

But where Fan Yuan is now, no one knows.

Lingqiong feels that there are dead ends everywhere, every time there is a clue, it will be cut off immediately in the next second.

Break the game! !

Can't you let her rely on her brain? !

Why is it so expensive to get involved with Zai Zai! !

[Dear, we are a krypton gold game, we don't need brains. 】Sparkling emphasizes the core positioning of the game.

"..."

Ling Qiong scolded for a long time, but in the end she had no choice but to compromise, and took money like kryptonite.