If the previous guard told the truth, then Zeng Yifan had been more than seven hours since he came in, in other words, if Zeng Yifan was still trapped here in the eighth hour, he would have responded to this hidden evil hexagram, as for the consequences......

"Who the hell?! Islanders?! Koreans?! Ding Zhengtao?! Or are you Yun San and Yuan Gang?! Zeng Yifan quickly thought about various possibilities and various countermeasures.

But in this small room like a stone coffin, there are too many ways to put him to death, and with the current bare-handed Zeng Yifan, at most he is just a trapped beast.

Zeng Yifan no longer tried to slam the door, but sat down, and suddenly, he smiled.

"Well, what if I'm really damned?" Zeng Yifan simply spread out his hands and feet and leaned against the wall, "Then die, if I live, maybe I will harm more people......"

Outside the door, the sound of small footsteps gradually approached.

"Just do what you want......" Zeng Yifan breathed a sigh of relief, and changed to a more comfortable position and leaned against the wall.

Click, bang, bang, after a series of sounds, the iron door creaked open, and a rugged figure stood outside the door.

"Lao Huo?!" Zeng Yifan squinted and stood up, not surprised or surprised.

"The two grandsons brought all the sarin gas and prepared three barrels of aviation gasoline." There were two corpses lying not far from the door, Lao Huo kicked twice, "Lao Tzu knows that you have this calamity, but I don't know which way they are, I just knocked them down, and before I could ask a word, I committed suicide by taking poison." ”

There is no way to get anything from the dead in the Great Dao Divination Technique, and it is not possible to move or occupy it.

Zeng Yifan didn't answer his words and walked out of the stone house quietly.

Surrounded by a desert as far as the eye can see, only a few low shrubs swaying in the wind under the setting sun.

A lonely hut was erected right behind Zeng Yifan, looking like an abandoned tombstone in the vast desert.

With a loud bang, a cloud of black smoke mixed with flames rose into the sky. Zeng Yifan only felt a splitting headache, and this feeling of a large amount of information pouring into his head was not the first time, but it was still uncomfortable.

At this moment, Kim Hyo-kyung also has a headache.

A day earlier, Onizuka had shown him an encrypted email from the ninja in charge of tracking, which clearly mentioned that Zeng Yifan's whereabouts had been discovered.

This news made Jin Xiaojing extremely excited, according to the information obtained by Onizuka before, Zeng Yifan's current divination ability was almost completely lost, and now he was controlled again, Jin Xiaojing seemed to have seen a roast duck served on a plate, and his charred body was steaming.

He immediately arranged to go down, mobilized several subordinates who had served in the Goryeo special forces, and quickly drove there.

"It's okay to live or die." Jin Xiaojing told his subordinates who led the team, "If the islanders intervene, be sure to ensure that Zeng Yifan dies without a body." ”

This happened twenty-four hours ago, and after receiving another piece of news, Kim Hyo-kyung found that the charred roast duck had spread its wings with soaring heat.

Through the spy satellite rented at a huge expense, it was discovered that the vehicle sent to chase and kill Zeng Yifan had been destroyed, and personnel contact had been interrupted. The satellite locked onto the specific coordinates of the local area according to the positioning system equipped with the attaché, and an hour later sent back a satellite image.

"The military's equipment, so many people, can't even kill a single waste!" Kim Hyo-kyung looked at the photo with a big thunder.

Satellite photographs show a desert with luminous objects and the wreckage of unformed houses and vehicles. Obviously, it was his men who were now dead.

"Send additional manpower, starting from this location, to conduct a comprehensive search of all places." Jin Xiaojing spat and shouted to his subordinates, "Notify the domestic headquarters and mobilize all the outstanding diviners to come to China!" ”

"Breaking the cauldron and fighting against the water is indeed a very classic legend." Onitsuka appeared at the door of the room at some point, holding a copy of "Historical Records" in his hand, "It's a pity that the overlord of Chu is a hero, but he is not a qualified politician. ”

Jin Xiaojing's face was hot, it seemed that he had already known about his previous deployment of Onizuka, and now his words were obviously using the past to satirize the present, and this "today" is only him Jin Xiaojing.

"Mr. Onizuka is very elegant, and he is still studying the old accounts of the Chinese." Although he was a little unhappy, Jin Xiaojing was at a loss after all, it was he who was eager for revenge, and directly crossed the island to deal with Zeng Yifan, so it was not easy to have a seizure, so he had to fight haha.

"China's 5,000-year-old culture has its pride and its shame, and in order to understand the nature of a nation, we must start from history." Onizuka closed the book, looked at Jin Xiaojing with a smile and said, "The two armies are facing each other, the most jealous and impetuous, failure is not necessarily a bad thing, the key depends on what you get from it." ”

Lost a number of men, lost a lot of military equipment, and ...... Jin Xiaojing's mind unconsciously took stock, but soon he stopped, Onizuka, this old guy has always liked to talk around the bush, rather than trying to guess, it is better to compliment a few words and say it himself.

"Compared to me, Mr. Onizuka is better at politics and military affairs." Jin Xiaojing's eyes rolled, and a false smile appeared on his face, "So, please give me a lot of advice." ”

Onizuka smiled and pointed to the satellite photo that Kim Hyo-kyung was holding in his hand: "This has been clearly stated above. ”

Photo? Jin Xiaojing was a little unconvinced, and looked at the photo in his hand again, and slowly his eyes flashed with a strange light.

"On the fire under the earth, on the fire on the ground?!"

Huodi Jin, the thirty-fifth of the sixty-four hexagrams, is above the fire and Kundi is below.

The faint glowing objects in the photo are obviously the wreckage of burning houses and vehicles, which is the fire, and the soil in the desert just forms the situation of the fire under the earth. Jin Xiaojing only cared about his own losses and generals, and if it weren't for Onizuka's reminder, he would definitely not have noticed this.

A scene that almost made him angry contained another hexagram that excited him.

The diviner has belonged to the scribes since ancient times, and the divination represents the scribes in the characters, that is, the object they want to hunt and kill, Zeng Yifan. Since the departure hexagram represents Zeng Yifan, the following kun hexagram indicates that the current Zeng Yifan is in a bad situation.

In that case, muddy the waters completely. And Onizuka had notified the ninjas scattered all over the country a day earlier to launch a large-scale sneak attack.

"There is an old Chinese saying, called Ming Xiu plank road darkness Chen Cang......"

……

In fact, there is an old saying in China, which is called the snipe and the clam compete for the fisherman's profit.

From the morning, the weather was not very good, it was gloomy and foggy, a cool breeze was blowing everywhere, and the gray and blackened sky was pressing down on the buildings, as if they would collapse at any time without their support. By noon, the wind was noticeably stronger, and the heavy fog had almost dispersed, but the sky was still terribly heavy, and the pedestrians walking on the road looked up with concern, and each quickened his pace.

Zeng Yifan and Lao Huo were also walking on the road, but their walking speed was obviously much slower than others, to be exact, they were more like strolling.

With a black checkered shirt on a white background, a black casual suit, and a long black windbreaker, Zeng Yifan's dress today looks particularly neat and capable, quite a business person's style, and even the bird's nest head that has always been messy and tangled on weekdays has been cut into a refreshing short.

When he changed into this dress, Lao Huo looked stunned for a while, it seems that the saying "Buddha wants gold, people want clothes" is a stark example of this guy.

"This outfit is good, and it's pleasing to the eye." When he first saw Zeng Yifan's outfit, Lao Huo said teasingly, "It's much better than your usual bitter and hateful dress." ”

Also, in terms of age, Zeng Yifan is only twenty-five years old, although he is not tall, powerful, handsome and chic in terms of body shape, he can be regarded as a good-looking young man, but this kid has always dressed very casually on weekdays, and he is not kempt, and he looks like a standard dick otaku.

Zeng Yifan lit a cigarette very gentlemanly at the moment, and smiled secretly, "I was too lazy to clean up before, but from now on, I have to clean up a lot of people, so before cleaning up others, I will clean myself up first." ”

"If you don't sweep a house, how can you sweep the world, reasonable, reasonable." Lao Huo threw out a sour sentence, and said in his heart, "After being driven like a rat crossing the street for so long, it's time to deter some people." ”

It was getting darker, and as a few big raindrops fell, a heavy rain fell from the sky, and the people on the road increased and flowed, and all kinds of umbrellas covered the sidewalks along the street like crazy mushrooms.

This is the most prosperous commercial street in the city, although the rain is not small, but the road is still full of pedestrians, many tourists who come to the city to take pictures in the rain, the street shopping malls and shops also because of the heavy rain a little more business.

Zeng Yifan had an extra black umbrella in his hand, completely covering him and Lao Huo, and the footsteps of the two were still very slow, and the leisurely appearance was like watching the rain on the street.

"It's been more than an hour." Lao Huo looked at his watch and said in a low voice, "Let's continue?" ”

"It feels good to walk in the rain, and it's rare for our master and apprentice to have a chance to walk." Zeng Yifan looked ahead without squinting, "Besides, I also want to see what kind of immortal our 'tail' is." ”

A few meters back from Zeng Yifan's big black umbrella, separated by three rows of pedestrians, a brown printed umbrella was slowly moving, the umbrella was pressed very low, revealing only the lower half of a set of elegant suits, and the pair of shiny black leather shoes had maintained the same speed as Zeng Yifan and them.

Fifteen minutes later, Zeng Yifan and Lao Huo stopped in front of a tobacco store, Zeng Yifan touched his pocket and said something to Lao Huo, then handed the umbrella to Lao Huo, pushed the door and walked in.

Looking up at the rain, Lao Huo leaned closer to the door of the store, and the big black umbrella in his hand turned to front of him, the huge umbrella cover covered most of his body, and he could barely see his slightly old leather shoes from a distance.

The brown printed umbrella stopped, as if hesitating for something, but soon resumed its original slow travel speed, and gradually leaned towards the position where Lao Huo was standing.

"Friend, borrow a fire." A melodious voice sounded under the brown printed umbrella.

The movement of the printed umbrella stopped instantly, and the person who played the umbrella subconsciously turned his head, but saw Zeng Yifan standing beside him with a smile and a cigarette.

The owner of the umbrella of "Zeng ......" is a tall man, judging from the elegant suit, he looks like a character with some status, but when he saw Zeng Yifan, his expression looked very humble, and even a little frightened.

"Don't be so nervous." Zeng Yifan gestured exaggeratedly at the man, "I said, borrow!" Piece! Fire! ”

Hearing this, the man hurriedly took out a delicate lighter, stretched it out in front of Zeng Yifan, and hit it with a few trembling hands, but he couldn't hit it, so his hand trembled even more.

Zeng Yifan looked at the man interestingly, took the lighter, lit a cigarette with a bang, and handed it back to him casually.

"It's a bit cold today, no wonder you're shaking like this." Zeng Yifan raised his collar and wrapped his windbreaker, "Otherwise, I will invite you to drink a cup of hot food, which can be regarded as thank you for lending me fire." ”

"No...... You are welcome. The man was stunned for a moment, and quickly excused himself, "I still have something to ......."

As he spoke, he turned around and wanted to leave, but when he turned around, he bumped into a big black umbrella, and Lao Huo smiled more happily than Zeng Yifan under the umbrella.

"It's just a cup of coffee, and it's not about killing you." Zeng Yifan looked at the wet cigarette in his hand and said, "Of course, if you wish, I can also change my mind." ”

The cigarette roll was twisted into pieces, Zeng Yifan flicked his fingers, and looked at the man with a smile, revealing a fierce murderous aura on his body.

The second floor of the café is located in a small private room.

"Oh, the supervisor of the Organizing Committee of the Divination Competition." Zeng Yifan comfortably buried his body in the soft sofa, and pretended to say suddenly, "So, you are Ding Zhengtao's person?" ”

"My surname is Jia, you can call me Xiao Jia." On the sofa opposite Zeng Yifan, the man nodded respectfully, "I am Ding Ye's assistant and second-level supervisor." ”

The man who followed Zeng Yifan was Ding Zhengtao's henchman Xiao Jia, since the battle between Zeng Yifan and Matsumoto Kameda, he had been leading the team to hunt down Zeng Yifan according to Ding Zhengtao's orders, but how could this guy suddenly appear here?

"If we can bump into each other today, it shouldn't be just a coincidence, right?" Zeng Yifan popped out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, "Did Ding Zhengtao let you follow me?" ”

Boom, Xiao Jia reached out at the right time and lit a cigarette for Zeng Yifan, and his hand seemed to be a lot more stable at the moment.

"Don't get me wrong, Ding Ye didn't mean to let me spy on or follow you." Xiao Jia said with a flattering face, "His old man is just worried about your safety." ”

Zeng Yifan is happy, Ding Zhengtao will worry about his safety? This is a standard joke, but judging from this information, it just confirms the results that I have calculated before.

"Thank you for me, Master Ding." Zeng Yifan continued to smoke, his face was silent, "I've been mixing pretty well recently, but I'm a little busier, and now the world is in chaos." ”

His exclamation was a little beginningless and unfinished, but Xiao Jia's face changed when he heard it, as if he had something on his mind.