"Thank you. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" I got up and walked to the place where the flying knife landed, and his faint voice came from behind me, "Don't be sentimental, I didn't plan to save you, I just didn't want the smell to affect my mood." ”

....... Speechlessly, I picked up two throwing knives, which had complex and strange patterns, which may be the reason why he was able to hurt the curly corpse and the headless torturer. I noticed that one of the knives was stained with fishy blood, so I went to the supermarket next to the overpass to buy towels and mineral water, and after a long time of washing, the smell finally disappeared.

When it was returned, the man in white took the flying knife and sniffed it close to his nose: "It's okay, the smell is not heavy." ”

The old man in sunglasses suddenly asked, "Little guy, what is your relationship with Kong Mingdeng?" ”

"I only met a few days ago." After I finished speaking, I felt that something was wrong, how did he know that I knew Kong Mingdeng?

The old man in sunglasses saw that I was puzzled, and he smiled: "That headless torture ghost is specially used by him to assess his disciples, but I didn't expect you to provoke a yellow-eyed corpse. ”

I was surprised and asked, "Do you know him?" ”

"Decades of friendship, what do you say?" The old man took off his sunglasses casually, he was really blind! The eye sockets are hollow, and the eyes seem to have been forcibly gouged out, and there are only two large eye sockets, as if a random gust of wind can blow into the brain.

I shuddered with fear and stepped back until my back touched the wall of the bridge.

"Is old decay so scary?" The eye sockets of the old man in sunglasses looked at me, "For the sake of the small lamp, I still have a hexagram left tonight, I have a glimpse of the source of your life There is a black fog, why don't you come to open a bowl and drop copper coins for you, count a hexagram?" ”

The white-haired native woman smiled: "Remind you, this old guy has been for more than ten years, and all the calculations are murderous hexagrams, with few exceptions." It's not terrible to have bad luck, but it's terrible to know that there is bad luck and you can't resist it. ”

"Doom ......" I thought of Xiaowen, and walked up to ask, "Can I count it on behalf of my lover?" ”

"The old man is only interested in your life, friendship divination, no charge." He took out a pipe, lit it and sucked it, and soon the white smoke came out of his eye sockets, and everywhere was strange, like two exhaust pipes.

I ran out of ideas for a while, so I called Kong Mingdeng and told me about the accident I encountered in catching ghosts tonight, and Kong Mingdeng said that I was lucky to be bad and good, and I could still survive the pursuit of a corpse and a ghost. And the three people under the overpass have a good relationship with him.

The old man who told the fortune is called the "old man who breaks his life", and the thing that carries the hexagram is the bowl of the sky, that is, the broken bowl, he can peep into the sky, break the good fortune, ask the object to find someone to seek marriage, and the fortune and career are half the sky. The divination technique inherited by the old man is "Turning the Heavenly Hexagram", many hexagrams, a total of 363 hexagrams. It has been passed down from generation to generation, but when it was his turn, the last sixty-three hexagrams had been lost, and his eyes were caused by an accident a few years ago.

As for the other two, Kong Mingdeng didn't mention much. Besides, the old man and the white-haired woman only came out to set up a stall every Friday, and I happened to catch up, Kong Mingdeng told me to rest assured that I would calculate a hexagram, saying that I also made a yin appointment with the hand-holding ghost among the seventy-two ghosts, and people and ghosts have different paths, which is the most taboo.

I hung up the phone, squatted in front of the stall, and said with a bitter face: "Forget it, my name is Jiang Ming, Jiang of ginger, tomorrow's Ming, this year's ......"

"Just have a name, you are right in front of you, you don't need eight characters, I am the origin of peeping life." The old man interrupted me and said in a deep voice, "Take the dead thing off your chest and put it five meters away." ”

I realized that they were talking about Notes of the Dead, so I put it aside.

The old man turned the broken bowl over, and the wall of the bowl was covered with three cracks of different shades, spreading to the bottom of the bowl, and there were several large and small gaps on the edges, even the beggar disdained to use this bowl to beg for food, but his unfathomable momentum dispelled my doubts.

"Open the bowl!"

The three copper coins of unknown age were held firmly on the ring finger by the old man who had died, and after a few seconds, the fingertips tilted, and they fell into the broken bowl like rolling dumplings.

Two copper coins were stacked diagonally in the deeper crack, and the third was pressed against the edge of one of them on one side, and the other side was just touching a lighter crack.

At this time, the old man poked out his ring finger and touched the copper coins in the bowl respectively, and his movements were very light, without destroying the previous distribution.

He was silent for a long time, and I was absorbed in this atmosphere of expectation and tension, but it was not easy to ask, and after waiting patiently for a quarter of an hour, he muttered: "The hexagram attribute is fierce, the seventy-second hexagram, double calamity and one disaster." ”

"What do you mean?" I asked puzzled, it doesn't feel like a good word, fortune tellers usually have a characteristic, the words are obscure and suspenseful, so that the listener thinks of himself.

The old man sighed: "Little guy, buy three coffins, two for your two important people to spare, and keep one for yourself." ”

it! I finally understood what Kong Mingdeng said, it is really a fortune teller who will cut off someone's life!

"You see, the three cracks of this heavenly bowl are thin for life, deep and wide for death, and shallow and wide for disaster. Two copper coins hold down the death mark, and the third one touches the edges, so it symbolizes the two important people to you, maybe a loved one, maybe a lover. And the third one is also connected to the calamity crest, which is related to yourself. ”

After listening to this, I was anxious, there are Xiaowen, parents, and brothers who are important to me, how do I know who it is?

"When it comes to heavenly machines, I can't understand too much." The old man reminded him, "Eighty-nine seventy-two, is there anything in your life that is related to eighty-nine?" ”

Eighty-nine!

I was shocked: "My hometown is in Bajiu Village in Anxian County!" ”

"Well, it's good to know." The old man said cryptically, "The rest of the catastrophe and disaster, you can think about it according to the recent events." However, disasters and calamities are dead, and people are alive, and there is no turning point. ”

Indeed, as the Tu Po next to her said, the most terrible thing is that you know that there is bad luck but you can't stop it, this taste can torment your heart to death.

My parents live in Bajiu Village, a death catastrophe must point to one of them, my parents are good people, and their health is also healthy, there can be no accidents! I thought about the recent events, another death calamity should be Xiaowen, who is slowly transforming towards the corpse, and my own disaster is very likely to be a yin appointment with the female ghost holding hands!

If stealing a puppet for her and burning it is an easy thing to do, I'm afraid it won't be a disaster. When I thought of Nangong Ying's evil expression, my scalp was numb and uncomfortable.

Now the main thing is the order of the two calamities and one disaster, Xiaowen's situation can be postponed for a while, and before that, I can collect the soul seeds of the heavenly ghosts and the earth ghosts, and resolve them naturally. And the yin covenant of holding hands with female ghosts is only one day, and it will not be finished until this time tomorrow, what about Bajiu Village?

I asked the old man about his life, and he said it again, but I didn't understand, and he refused to go into more detail. I called Kong Mingdeng and asked him, and he guessed that according to the old man's traditional style, the second time referred to the hour, that is, the time six days later.

At this time, the Tu Po in the stall next door asked, "Jiang Ming, are there any people who hate?" Come and hit a dozen? ”

"No, no." I'm too busy to take care of myself now, and I'm in no mood to think about anything else, and turning the catastrophe into a catastrophe is the most important thing, and I can't afford to lose anyone.

Therefore, I thought about stealing the shadow puppet and burning it first, and then consulting Kong Minglan about the calamity behind after breaking the yin covenant. The expectation is the third day, so I will have to stay up until tomorrow evening to implement it. I put my clothes back on, re-tucked the Notes of the Dead, and stopped the car to return to the east of the city.

At the gate of the community, I saw the headless torturer touching people's heads everywhere, and it was hit with a flying knife, and its ghost power was much weaker than when I met it before.

It's such a coincidence, taking advantage of your illness, to kill you!

If I catch the headless torture ghost, it means that I have completed the introductory task set by Kong Minglan. At that time, his relationship with me was at least one step further! I quickly signaled the driver to brake, and hid from a distance to observe, and there was no curly-haired corpse next to it.

I ran to the supermarket to buy a bottle of Erguotou again, and walked towards the headless torturer, its eyes trembled, and when it saw me, it released its anger, and roared with its navel while rushing to this side: "Hehe, return my head!" ”