Chapter 114 Luck
"Time is a bit tight, but since you promised to deal with the other party by the end of the month, I will not go back on my word. Just wait and see me start the ritual." The mage was trustworthy and asked the master to stay away while he went up to the altar to prepare for the ritual.

At this moment, he was casting the Ghost Curse, an evil spell that drove the dead ghosts to take revenge. It required blood-stained soil and bones full of resentment to seal the soul of the dead in them, and then tortured them repeatedly with secret methods to make them more ferocious.

However, in order to exert the greatest effect of this spell, it is necessary to continue to perform it for 49 days, with blood sacrifices every day. But the leader of the Qing Gang demanded that the opponent be dealt with this month, so it only lasted for 21 days, and the effect was obviously insufficient.

But this actually suits the wizard's wishes better, because only in this way can he make a small request.

As soon as the wizard removed the seal, sticky phosphorous flames seeped out from the pile of bones. They ignited spontaneously and floated in the air in a green color. From time to time, ghost faces howling in pain appeared on the surface of the phosphorous flames. They were the many dead ghosts who were suppressed and tortured by the evil statue for twenty-one days.

The gang of dead ghosts who had been murdered by Lao Zui went crazy when they saw the wizard, but they were blocked by the restrictions set up by the other party in advance and could not break free.

"Every wrong has its perpetrator, go and take revenge on yourselves!" The colorful colors on the wizard's face kept moving as if alive, forming a hideous ghost face and then shouting at the many dead ghosts, actually subduing a group of dead ghosts.

The mage took the opportunity to throw away the bloodstained windbreaker left by Yan Xu, and it was immediately torn into pieces by a group of ghosts who wanted revenge. Among them, the ghost named Wu Sanye was the most vicious. He took the lead and formed a huge ball of ghost fire following the breath and went straight to the concession.

A ball of ghost fire as big as a carriage flew across the sky. Such a noise naturally alarmed many masters in the Magic City. However, when they saw that the ghost fire came from the Qing Gang and went straight to the concession, no one cared about it anymore. What's more, this was simply a farce and it was not so easy to enter the concession.

This ball of ghost fire was blocked outside the concession before it fell. It was circling in the air like a ghost howling, but it could never get in.

The residents nearby were awakened, but no one dared to look. The family huddled together, trembling, and praying for blessings from the gods and Buddhas.

As for whether it works or not, it doesn’t really matter, so apart from this, there’s nothing they can do.

The reason why these dead ghosts can't get in is because there is a saying about luck in this world. So if the dead ghosts want to enter the concession occupied by foreigners, they must break the blockade of luck, that is, get a green card, otherwise they can't enter at all, let alone revenge.

If the mage came by himself, he would have to pay a high price to break the luck barrier. The problem was that this job was for the Qing Gang, so why should he help?
"Did you bring the things?" The wizard turned his head to look at the place where the master was hiding. At this time, the colorful ghost mask had not yet dispersed. He asked with a gloomy and eerie voice like a ghost asking for directions. The master was so scared that his crotch felt hot and wet, and he almost lost his anus.

"I brought it." The master lifted his hips, then took a deep breath and said.

At this point the arrow was on the string and had to be shot. Neither the gang leader nor the magician in front of him would allow him to refuse, so he hurriedly took out the Qing Gang token that the gang leader had given him in advance.

When the wizard saw the token, he nodded with satisfaction, then placed it on the bone table and muttered something.

The evil god statue seemed to come alive. It leaned forward impatiently, lowered its head, took a deep breath, absorbed the turbid current of luck from the Green Gang's token, and then sprayed it towards the concession like a high-pressure water gun, creating a small hole in it.

This mouthful of turbid water was like thick phlegm that stuck to the fortune of the concession, corroding a small hole and making it impossible to recover in a short time. Many dead ghosts took the opportunity to sneak into the concession, while the evil god statue calmed down contentedly. It was obvious that it had swallowed at least half of it, and this was exactly the purpose of the wizard.

With the help of the Qing Gang's luck, he could save at least several years of time. Otherwise, how could he be willing to take the risk of being exposed? He really thought that the so-called favor of the Qing Gang leader was so valuable.

This scene stunned the masters of the Magic City again. They thought that the Qing Gang was having a hard time living and dared to waste their own luck like this. They immediately shook their heads, knowing that the good days of the Qing Gang were over.

Luck is something that cannot be seen or touched, but it does exist. From individuals to races and countries, everyone is maintained by luck.

People with good luck can do everything smoothly, they can pick up money when they walk, and their life is smooth and free from illness and disaster. People with bad luck perfectly show how miserable a person's life can be, and they are relieved by death.

The Green Gang can sit firmly on the position of the largest gang in Shanghai, so its luck is naturally not low, but that depends on who they are compared with. Compared with those Western bandits, it would be an exaggeration to say that they are like an egg against a rock, not to mention that the concession does not belong to just one country.

So even though it’s just a small hole, it actually poses a huge hidden danger.

Unfortunately, everyone is happy to see it happen, and no one is willing to remind people. After all, among the three evils in Shanghai, foreigners are ranked first, and the Green Gang cannot be ranked in the top three.

Yan Xu, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly woke up and immediately saw the shaking Mo Dao enshrined in front of the statue of Guandi.

This time, Yan Xu specially brought a statue of Guandi, which was made of 82 taels of gold. It was consecrated in the Guandi Temple and filled with incense. It has some magical properties, but it has never been obvious.

The sound of swords at this moment in the middle of the night means that disaster is about to happen.

Without hesitation, Yan Xu immediately put on close-fitting armor, burned three incense sticks to the statue of Guandi, and then grabbed the Mo Dao and prepared for battle.

The wind was howling, and a ball of ghost fire headed straight for the hotel, but was once again blocked by a flow of luck, which originated from the hotel.

Today, Britain is at the peak of its power and has not yet given up its strength, so a hotel alone is enough to make it difficult for the dead ghosts to approach.

If there were no such restrictions, the arrogant behavior of the foreigners would have killed countless people in this land where countless practitioners are hidden. How could they have the chance to be so arrogant?

Although these damned guys couldn't get in for a while, the noise had already alarmed the guests in the hotel.

These foreigners had never seen such a thing before. The calmer ones were able to take out their crosses and tremble, while the timid ones just started beating them on the spot, causing immediate chaos.

Yan Xu stood at the window with a knife in his hand, looking at the will-o'-the-wisp fire, and understood where the crisis came from.

There are many ghosts and gods in the Japanese world, so he did not panic, but thought about who was doing this to harm him.

These ghosts were all hacked to death by him. It is impossible for them to appear together for no reason. Someone must have done something wrong.

In fact, there is no need to think about it, because the wizard will not miss the opportunity to continue to block the oil, so he will perform the ritual again to ask the evil god to take a big sip first, and then squeeze out a little bit to show his appreciation.

This turbid current allowed Yan Xu, the target, to lock onto its direction, and at the same time he also sensed the breath of the evil god.

The evil god is also a god. Yan Xu was suddenly shocked and activated both states. At the same time, the power of incense covered his whole body to evolve into a god.

(End of this chapter)