The man was quite satisfied to see that the money on the table could be worth 1,800 yuan. He was urging him to start acting.

After throwing the rope into the ground tank, he first took out a spell from the box and showed off everyone. Then he burned the spell with a lighter. Before the fire was finished, he wiped the spell around the mouth of the jar, then stuffed the spell in with a slap, then pressed his fingers and slammed it, and a ball of black smoke rose.

The black smoke froze and turned into a mushroom cloud and flew up into the sky. The man began to stand on the edge of the big tank and clapped his hands, jumped, and danced like a great god.

"Neuropathy."

Chen Fan thought to himself.

This person is not a Buddhist magical power or a Taoist skill. It looks a bit like witchcraft and has no rules to follow. It looks like a group of charming aunts and vulgar junglers in a small square at the junction of urban and rural areas, staring at the crooked legs and staring at each other. It is simple and straightforward: thunderous.

The onlookers burst into laughter, as if they were watching a monkey, but the guy didn't care at all and then played with himself. Finally, after three rounds left and three rounds on the right, he shouted, "Oh Mani Mani!"

"Hey, this is the monk's way."

Chen Fan thought to himself.

With this "spell", he raised his hands high, shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking his hands like a peacock spreading his tail. Just when everyone thought that this person might cope with some poultry next, he suddenly spread his legs, raised his hands from both sides, and made an inhalation action, "Get up, get up..."

The black smoke in the jar began to become thicker and sway with his agitation.

"Damn?"

With an exclamation from someone, something popped out of the ground tank.

That's the head of the rope.

The rope was tied with a knot and twisted its body, just like an Indian snake-driver blowing a trumpet to control the snake. The rope also twisted its body curving and straightened up bit by bit.

"It's a couple of tricks."

Xiaoman was also excited to see it, and looked at Chen Fan with his mouth slightly open.

Chen Fan didn't say anything.

"Start, get up, get up..."

Every time a man raises his hand, he says "start". Every time he says "start", the rope becomes taller.

The rope didn't twist left and right, and it looked much more stable. Seeing everyone's dumbfounded, the man became even more excited. He lifted up the two black hands full of blood and kept falling, and his whole body also moved, "Get up! Get up! Get up!"

"Wow!"

Xiaoman couldn't help but open his mouth and became excited. He couldn't help but applaud, and while applauding, he turned his head to look at Chen Fan happily.

But unexpectedly, Chen Fan's eyes were so melancholy that he could even see a hint of anger in his eyes.

He did not stare at the "high-rise" rope head like the onlookers. On the contrary, he lowered his head.

His eyes are different from normal people. Although even Xiaoman now has the ability to open his eyes, Chen Fan's eyes are cat eyes. Cats are born with yin and yang eyes. Sometimes they can see things that normal people can never see without any special tricks. Although Chen Fan's cat eyes are still different from cat eyes in the true sense, a certain characteristic of eyeball structure still allows him to easily capture some things that are not common to outsiders.

For example, there were three short and thin figures standing opposite each other in a triangle around the pottery, such as raising their hands and doing exactly the same movement as the man, and for example, they were tied to their necks with runes inlaid collars and covered with traces of whipping.

Although these little things are all evil things, their predecessors are also humans. But they are not as good as Xiao Liuzi and theirs, and they have not met the right "father".

Chen Fan stared at them for a long time, and suddenly sighed softly, a little worried. At this moment, he suddenly felt something was wrong. When he looked closely, he suddenly saw that there were a few more scarred little guys around the crowd.

People can't see them, so they were wandering through the crowd with treacherous heads and minds. Chen Fanchu was stunned because he didn't know what these little guys were going to do until one of them put his little paw into the pocket of a man in a suit that was looking up and applauding...

Chen Fan was suddenly shocked and suddenly understood.

These people are not serious warlocks, or even magicians. These people are a group of thieves.

Nowadays, thieves are not fighting alone, many of them are organized and grouped. It is obvious that the magician who calls himself the "successor of ghost art" in front is a character who attracts everyone's attention. He uses a rope that keeps running towards the sky to attract everyone's attention. Taking advantage of the slightest moment when everyone is dumbfounded, his companions will release a few ghosts to touch the wallet. In this way, even if the other party's wallet is touched, the murderer cannot be caught. It seems that it is foolproof.

But Chen Fan was very angry.

Because he could see that it was obvious that these little guys were not happy.

Stealing things is a matter of harming the good deeds. According to traditional sayings, harming the good deeds will lead to retribution. If these little guys want to reincarnate, they must be judged by the underworld and the underworld. If they cannot redeem their sins in hell, they will have no chance of reincarnation. The torture in hell is the most terrifying thing in the world. Chen Fan has only seen the tip of the iceberg, but he is also frightened.

More importantly, the underworld is a place of punishment, selfless and cruel torture. Here, they only admit their sins and do not want motives. Whether you want to steal money or are forced to steal money, stealing is stealing, so their owners are forcing him to the dead end.

Chen Fan stared at one of them and couldn't help feeling a little unbearable. He remembered the few gourd kids in his home.

Compared to those who are dressed in bright clothes, Chen Fan recalled a video on the Internet that the domestic cat and the wild cat faced each other through the window. The skinny wild cat looked at the shiny domestic cat in the window. His eyes were like a child without a mother, and it broke people's hearts.

Chen Fan didn't say anything, because it was meaningless to take action at this time.

He stared at the little guy, who seemed to sense that someone was staring at him, and couldn't help but turn his head and see Chen Fan.

When he saw Chen Fan's eyes, he was immediately shocked. At first, he shivered, followed by a creepy feeling. Then he was silent for a moment. Finally, he showed a pitiful look, as if a bullied child was asking for help with a seemingly strange but kind-hearted uncle.

suddenly.

The man standing not far away raised his hand.

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