BOSS, Luck is Coming!

After eating, Qi Yi began to check the package he had just received, and opened the package, which contained two candles and six incense sticks.

"What is this?" Yin Shu picked up a candle and found that the candle was engraved with circles of strange runes, which was different from ordinary candles.

Qi Yi replied: "I have asked Master Wuding on how to complain. Now he is sending these joss sticks, probably because he wants us to try the effect first." After a pause, he said again, "On the candle. The spell is the spell Zhao Song told us, it's just engraved in Sanskrit."

"So that's the case." Yin Shu looked at the candle in his hand again, and said, "I have found the tombs of several ancestors of the Zhao family. The nearest one is in Lincheng. We will take a look at it together in two days. "

"Yeah." Qi Yi nodded.

Yin Shu asked again: "What else do we need to prepare?"

Qi Yi raised Yin Shu's hand and smiled: "Your blood."

Two days later, Yin Shu and Qi Yi set off for the tomb of the ancestors of the Zhao family in Lincheng. This ancestor is Yin Shu's grandfather, who has passed away more than a hundred years. Qi Yi feels that the time is too long, I'm afraid there is no ghost spirit left.

The two successfully found the cemetery, but just as Qi Yi guessed, the spirit of the ancestor's soul had disappeared. If there is no ghostly traction, complaining will not be effective. Fortunately, there is a tomb of a descendant next to him. Looking at the inscription, it is the son of that ancestor, named "Zhao Qianxin." In addition, Zhao Qianxin's wife, children, and several uncles, nephews and brothers are buried here.

The tombstone in front of me records the glory and exhaustion of one line of the Zhao family. Their deaths were separated by no more than ten years. Except for the grandfather, almost all of them died in their prime of life.

Yin Shu stood for a moment with solemn expression, and then looked at Qi Yi with questioning eyes.

Qi Yi pointed to Zhao Qianxin's tomb: "Please trouble this old man this time."

Yin Shu had no objection, took out a lighter and lit the joss stick, the spell on it had quenched his blood.

Seeing him insert the joss stick, Qi Yi pulled up his hand and quietly observed the changes in ghost energy around him. The fireworks of the joss sticks swayed in the wind, the spells were ignited a little, and the ghost spirit hovered around the scents as if consciously. The ghost energy of Yin Shu and Zhao Qianxin's soul gradually intertwined, and the former dragged by the latter merged into the fireworks of incense candles.

In the past, the Zhao family used the method of offering spirits to pass on resentment. Now Yin Shu's grievance is taking advantage of the trend, returning the things that he was forced to impose on him to those who should have suffered these debts.

However, Yin Shu's ghost is too strong, and he needs to find more Zhao family members to share with him. But for the deceased Zhao family ancestors, there are certainly not many spirits left in their souls. Just like this old man Zhao, he can only help Yin Shu resolve less than one percent of the ghost energy.

Of course, Qi Yi did not intend to tell Yin Shu about this. Regardless of the final result, as long as Yin Shu believes that the ghost qi has been resolved, it is not impossible to completely suppress the remaining ghost qi with his mind and willpower. .

Besides, he is there, and the two people's luck is reconciled, which is also a way to resolve ghosts.

When the joss stick burned out, Yin Shu didn't feel anything special, but Qi Yi smiled and said, "Very successful."

There was a gleam in Yin Shu's eyes, and he clasped Qi Yi's ten fingers with a calm expression. Over the years, Yin Shu has actually become accustomed to all the troubles caused by ghosts. Even if he complains about failure, he doesn't care. Because he owns Qi Yi.

"Okay, shall we go back?" Qi Yi said.

"Yeah." Yin Shu took his hand and walked hand in hand with him.

Behind him is a light mist, paper money is flying, Zhao Qianxin’s remaining soul spirit is completely dissipated in the cold autumn breeze...

With a clear effect, Qi Yi finally settled down and happily pulled Yin Shu to eat seafood.

Passing by a lottery station, Yin Shu said on a whim that he would buy a lottery ticket.

Qi Yi was silent.

"We buy one alone." Yin Shu motioned to him.

Qi Yi bought one too, and the two of them each went to eat seafood with a lottery ticket.

Yin Shu didn't eat food with thorns and broken bones. Qi Yi patiently helped him to stab the bones. This guy is usually picky enough. There are some foods that he likes but he doesn't dare to eat, which is really pitiful.

Yin Shu didn't eat hurriedly, with satisfaction between his eyebrows and eyes. Halfway through the meal, Yin Shu took off his coat and went to the bathroom.

Qi Yi took out his own lottery ticket, put it in Yin Shu's pocket, and then put his lottery ticket in his arms.

Yin Shu did not find any abnormality when he came back. The two finally ate more than 1,000 yuan and packed four hairy crabs before leaving the seafood city contentedly.

At more than eight o'clock in the evening, Yin Shu hugged Qi Yi comfortably on the sofa, waiting for the lottery to draw.

Yin Shu said, "Qi Yi, how about we make a bet?"

"What are you betting on?" Qi Yi asked lazily, leaning on his chest.

"If I win a lottery, you have to take the initiative in the evening; if you win a lottery, I will take the initiative."

"...Do you think this kind of bet is not good for me, I will agree?"

"I think it will." Yin Shu said affirmatively, "If you don't agree, there will be no chance of turning over at night."

Can he get back the lottery tickets that he exchanged during the day? Qi Yi felt that he shouldn't let Yin Shu have a chance to win.

The two-color **** were taken out one by one, and Yin Shu squeezed Qi Yi's earlobe: "If you don't speak, I will treat it as you agreed."

"Well, whatever." He gave up resistance.

After all the numbers were drawn, Yin Shu took out his lottery tickets to compare them one by one.

Qi Yi also picked up his own one and looked at it. As expected, he didn't get the five dollars.

Yin Shu didn't make a sound for a long time, Qi Yi couldn't help turning his head and looking at him, and asked, "How is it?"

"Not bad." Yin Shu said calmly, "5 red **** and 1 blue ball."

"Oh? This is the third prize." Even though Qi Yi saw that he worked hard to be indifferent, the twitching corners of his mouth completely exposed him.

"How much is the third prize?"

"3000."

"Well, it's enough for us to eat a big meal." Yin Shu put the lottery ticket into his pocket, but took it out for a while, then put it in and took it out...

"Okay." Qi Yi couldn't bear to look straight, "Just laugh when you feel happy, what's the pretense?"

Yin Shu raised his lips, held Qi Yi's head and kissed hard: "Qi Yi, this is my first time winning!"

"Yeah." Qi Yi replied nonchalantly.

"You said we should celebrate?" Yin Shu hugged him and kissed again.

"Yeah." Seeing him happy, Qi Yi also smiled.

"Great!" Yin Shu fought him up, "Let's go."

Suddenly his body was suspended, Qi Yi couldn't help but let out a "ah".

Yin Shu carried him straight to the room.

"Etc., etc!"

"Can't wait." Yin Shu threw Qi Yi on the bed, pulled off his clothes, and jumped on it.

Qi Yi shouted: "Help!"

The call for help didn't work, he was subdued by Yin Shu in a few strokes, and then he was eaten clean.

A few times later, Yin Shu suddenly woke up: "We just made a bet, if I win the prize, you have to take the initiative!"

Qi Yi buried his head in the pillow and snorted, "Do you think I still have the strength to take the initiative?"

Yin Shu stood up and laughed in a low voice: "Then save it for next time."

"Hey..." The low voice was replaced by a series of fine moans...

It's really self-inflicted and can't live, Qi Yi beat his chest and feet in his heart.

The next day, Qi Yi opened his eyes and saw Yin Shu squatting by the bed, holding his chin with both hands, looking at him with a serious face.

Qi Yi asked: "What's the matter?"

Yin Shu unfolded what was in his hands without saying a word.

Qi Yi looked at it and recognized that the thing he was holding was the winning lottery ticket, but he didn't know what was stained on it. It was yellow, yellow, white and white. Obviously, it was impossible to claim the prize.

Yin Shu said in a low voice: "The lottery ticket fell to the ground, hit by the used condom, and then I stepped on it."

Qi Yi: "..." Quickly, take it away!

Yin Shu touched the lottery ticket with nostalgia, feeling very depressed.

Qi Yi: "..." Is it a bit of the president's self-consciousness? Dare to be more silly and cute?

Within a few seconds, Yin Shu cheered up again and stood up quickly—Qi Yi found out that he was not wearing any clothes and swayed past his eyes naked. He walked to the desk, opened the drawer, took out an empty picture frame from the inside, then smoothed the lottery ticket, and put it in the treasure.

Qi Yi gaped. He wants to save this lottery ticket with **** and footprints in the frame? !

no!

Yin Shu didn't know Qi Yi's inner mania, and he took a picture frame to show it off: "It's regrettable that I can't receive the prize, but it seems more meaningful. I won the prize for the first time in my life, and I want to stay as a souvenir."

Qi Yi covered his face, really didn't want to hit him. His bad luck hasn't changed at all, and if you give him a winning lottery ticket, he won't be able to claim the prize! What's more speechless is that he has to frame this lottery ticket! Who will drag this guy out to wash the brainwashing!

Yin Shu placed the lottery ticket on the bedside, side by side with the photo of the two.

Qi Yi said weakly: "Can you move it farther? I'm afraid it will affect the quality of AI in the future."

"can you?"

"Definitely!" Qi Yi nodded vigorously.

"Okay, then." Yin Shu took it away and led out of the room.

After breakfast, when Qi Yi was about to drive Yin Shu to the company, he found a small bag in his hand and asked casually: "What are you holding?"

Yin Shu replied naturally: "My lottery ticket."

Qi Yi paused and asked hesitantly and calmly: "You are planning to..."

"Yes, I'm going to put it on my desk. Maybe it will bring me wealth. I have taken my name, so I'll call it'Strange Lottery'."

No... Qi Yi lowered his head and took a deep breath: ah, ah, help, who will take the goods! Where has the cold and cruel man before? ! Give him back the normal Yin Shu!

If God gave him another chance, he would never change that lottery ticket!

Qi Yi felt regret for the first time, it couldn't be more sour...