The guy in the restaurant on the stairs was also frightened by the scene in front of him, stunned for a moment, reacted, ran to Wu Yan's side, pulled the hexagram woman who was pressing on Wu Yan's body, stretched out his hand to probe between the hexagram woman's snort, and pressed it on his neck, looking puzzled, and muttering: "Why did you die suddenly?"

In the next second, he had left the hexagram and ran upstairs to call his companions.

It turned out that this person was not looking for himself, but for this unattractive old woman, and even sent the entire restaurant to look for her, why?

Outside the window, lightning flashed.

Lightning streaked across the window, illuminating the window. The moment the upper half of her face was reflected by the light, the eyes reflected the light, as if the soul in the shell had never left, and the lower half of her face, which was originally covered by darkness, was illuminated by lightning, and in an instant, from dark to light and then from light to dark, in a trance, it made people feel that the guagram's grinning mouth had moved. But the vitality of this moment only existed for a moment, and when the darkness of the night completely swept in again, the old body lying on the ground was completely motionless.

But the blood in this body is still warm, and it continues to break through and flow through any gap in the body, and the blood on the ground is dripping, flowing, and converging, slowly depicting the shape of this body, and these movements are not over, so he dies?

It turns out that this is death.

Wu Yan had imagined the feeling of death, imagined the situation of facing the death of others, she imagined how sad she was, and the pain of losing her loved ones, how she would probably cry out in pain, or just be stunned and just cry, maybe she would be sad for months, years, or a lifetime, and be relieved when others comforted her......

As a result, when you really face death, you are still facing the death of a stranger, and the pain and sorrow are completely gone, only fear.

Yes, only fear. The action of screaming, escaping, and forgetting as long as you lift your foot to stay away is more difficult than climbing a mountain at this moment. I always thought that I was brave and agile, and I was not surprised by changes, but it turned out that it was just my own assumption.

The cold breath of death quietly permeated the dark corridor, Wu Yan looked at the cold corpse on the ground, and the words repeatedly sounded in his mind: Those who know the destiny of heaven and leak it will be punished by heaven and will definitely die.

The fear gradually spreads, and after reaching the extreme, it forces the mind to stabilize and tends to be numb, and the consciousness in the numbness seems to be involuntary from the body, and it is not known how long it takes to stand before gradually condensing some consciousness and regaining consciousness. Maybe in the long time of self-consciousness, in reality, it is just a snap of the fingers. The fear in my heart was numb, and in my place was doubt.

The diviner cannot calculate his own body, and it stands to reason that no one else can find out his fate. If the hexagram inadvertently calculated the fate that could not have been deduced for herself, it caused the catastrophe, or was it because the hexagram revealed too many heavenly secrets that it caused the curse of heaven?

Behind him, the voice of the same girl sounded: "I heard that this old thing is a charlatan, and when he shows people feng shui, he says that other people's treasures are the cause of disasters." The wonderful thing is that the baby was taken from the restaurant, and what is even more coincidental is that someone in the man's family was sick and died at that time. The other party came to the restaurant to look for trouble, but found that everything was the ghost of the old thing. ”

After explaining the reason, the girl added very kindly, "If I were you, at this time, I would definitely avoid it quickly and go far away." ”

Wu Yan turned his head, only to see Xia Hong dressed as a teenager behind him, holding a palace lamp, and wearing a yellow shirt as delicate as a flower.

Seeing Wu Yan coming, the corners of Xia Hong's lips rose, revealing a smile, bright and delicate.