After the Krypton Gold overturned in the love game

Chapter 23

Mingguangyuan didn't think there was much truth in the monk's words.Merchants' flattery to customers is to sell goods, and flattery in casinos is to numb each other.

The more you praise, the more you hide your unspoken purpose.

Mingguangyuan reminded him blankly: "Who would not be active in making money. You paid us to come, of course I will help you, but remember to transfer the final payment to my private account, not to the Zenyuan family. "

The monk obviously did not expect Mingguangyuan to give such an answer.

Mingguangyuan reminded him: "No matter what you ask me to do, I will promise you, but some things require extra money."

The monk nodded and thought about the ten times the reward Inoue paid, and nodded with a wry smile: "I understand the rules."

Meiguangyuan instantly put on a friendly and gentle expression. He thought for a while, and then asked the situation of the other victim with concern: "Tanaka... how is Mr. Inoue doing now? Is he feeling better?"

The monk didn't quite understand why Mingguangyuan brought up this matter at this time, he thought for a while: "Probably he is preparing to go back, what's wrong?"

Mingguangyuan estimated in his heart how much money this order could make, and did not answer him.

He walked along Xia Youjie's room, all the way to the place where the most filthy mantra was strongest.The filth clings to the building like a spider web, bypassing all places where Buddha statues can be seen.

When Meiguangyuan walked over, the floor creaked.This building has a history of more than half a century, and the wooden structure has decayed in many places. Although the monks have repaired it once or twice, small repairs will not play a big role after all.

There were several gaps in the floor, and the filth of the mantra penetrated through the gaps in the floor, extending to nowhere.

Mingguangyuan said pointedly: "The [creeper] here grows very densely."

The filth left by the mantras when they moved lasted for a long time. When the filth covered the entire building, the traces they left were called "creepers".Such an environment is the favorite place of the spell spirit, with strong spell power and depressing atmosphere.

So the reason why the curse power is particularly strong here is also found.

The monk couldn't understand his code words, and he didn't see the power of the mantra.He just said softly: "It will be a little cold any further, Mr. Inoue is in the front room."

The further Meiguangyuan walked forward, the more it felt the surrounding air became bitingly cold.He quietly strengthened his limbs with spell power, and at least it warmed up.

Mingguangyuan was stunned: "Is the temperature of your air conditioner so low?"

The monk shook his head: "This room is not exposed to the sun, so it will be cooler than other places."

This means that the air conditioner is not turned on.

The abnormal temperature has nothing to do with the structure of the building. This level of cooling is no longer a category that can be explained by science.

In the eyes of Mingguangyuan, the closer to the central area of ​​the temple, the stronger the mantra.It was something that would only be brought about after accumulating hundreds of years of filth. These filth seemed to be alive, constantly stretching and extending.

Mingguangyuan rolled his eyes. For some reason this summer, he seems to have been dealing with all kinds of spells, all of which can cool down in summer.

When they reached the door of Inoue's room, Meikoin stretched out his hand.His fingertips touched the wooden frame of the paper door, and the scorching heat made him retract his hand.

He looked at the door in amazement.

It was a paper door, and the frame of the paper door was also completely made of wood, but the temperature just now did not look fake at all.It was as if a flame was burning, the temperature was too hot, Mingguangyuan touched his hand, but found that there was no trace of burns at all.

Is it a hallucination?

The monk opened the paper door as if he didn't notice it, and Mingguangyuan stared at his hand for a while, but the other party didn't seem to notice the high temperature at all, his face didn't change, and even his expression didn't change at all.

The heat that can only be felt by people with mantra power?

Mingguangyuan was thoughtful.

The paper door was pulled open.

The thin paper door separates the world of those who can "see" and those who cannot "see".The world behind the door is covered with dilapidated spider webs, and the white spider threads are entangled on the beams, densely packed, as if it has not been cleaned for a hundred years.The dust in the air also hung on the spider webs. This room, which was supposed to be abnormally cold, was like a living creature's lair, with a lot of humidity.

Meiguangyuan caught a glimpse of the corner of the room, and the wood had begun to rot.

The surroundings are very warm, as if something is continuously providing heat, phantoms of flames are constantly slicing across the ceiling, and the spider webs are shaking, which is extremely terrifying.

But the monk's face was as usual: "This room is too cold to be exposed to the sun. When Mr. Inoue said he wanted to live in it, I was still hesitant."

Inoue's brow was covered with sweat. He had just answered an email.When he noticed Mingguangyuan and the monk, he closed the computer.

At this time, he had already changed his clothes, and Mingguangyuan noticed that his forehead was covered with sweat.

Mingguangyuan asked him tentatively: "Are you hot?"

Inoue wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Maybe it's because I'm too fat, so whenever I move a little, I will sweat."

Mingguangyuan was perfunctory and looked around: "I see. How long has this room been cleaned? Don't you think it's old when you live here?"

Inoue said with a smile: "It's been cleaned very cleanly. It's like the old house. It looks old, but it has a special flavor to live in."

They cannot see the silk around them.

Mingguangyuan frowned, and had a not-so-good guess.

The incubation of mantra spirits varies in temperature depending on the type of mantra spirit.The filth left by the spell spirit will lower the surrounding temperature, so if a specific type of spell spirit is to be born, the ambient temperature must be higher.

Although people who cannot see the curse spirit may also be affected by the curse spirit, in this case, they are "invisible", so naturally they cannot feel the weird high temperature.

Sweat trickled down Meikoin's forehead.At this moment, he looked at Inoue in front of him, calculated the usual reward for solving this trouble, and muttered to himself: "Ten times the reward is still less..."

For this level of trouble, at least one hundred times the reward should be charged.

here is……

The place where the curse spirits were hatched collectively.

Mingguangyuan finally understood why Mr. Inoue, the number of parasitic curse spirits on his neck increased in just one night.That had nothing to do with any of the reasons he had guessed earlier.

Because this is the hatchery of the curse spirit.

And, just today, something terrible will be hatched.

Mingguangyuan took out his mobile phone and quickly sent a text message to Zenyuan Shier.Immediately afterwards, he showed a smirk, and he said to the monk and Inoue: "Then now is the last step to exorcise the cursed spirit—"

The idea of ​​Meikoin is very simple.

Inoue hadn't paid the money yet, and the monk's entrustment money hadn't been paid yet. In the critical situation, the first thing to do was to send these two people away.

He has a good eloquence, and he persuaded Mr. Inoue to go back to the company to look for that unfounded "curse object" in just a few words. His company is far away in Tokyo, not too close to here.

The monk probably realized something, he murmured: "My child caused the misfortune..."

Mingguangyuan looked back at him and said firmly: "I will prove it to him, all of this has nothing to do with him."

He bowed his head and sent a text message to Shier of the Zen Academy, closed the paper door, and shut the monks out of the paper door.

The monk looked deeply at the paper door, and he bowed slowly, his voice was barely audible: "My child, I'll leave it to you."

Inside the paper door, Mingguangyuan took a deep breath, and with the chalk he carried with him, he carved the first stroke of Lian Chengzhen.