Xia Yi squinted and glanced at the sun above the high wall, the time is not early, I have to rush back to the academy as soon as possible, today I sneaked out of the academy quietly, in order to create an alibi for myself, but I can't delay the business because of this fortune teller.

After figuring out that the fortune teller didn't know that he had succeeded, Xia Yi didn't bother to dwell on it anymore, and asked directly, "What do you want to do when you stop me?"

The tone was direct and neat, completely different from the previous nonsense, Xia Yi's words caught the fortune teller a little off guard, and the calculated rhetoric was messed up, and he accidentally directly exposed his true purpose.

"That...... Anyway, I can be regarded as saving your life today, you must know that Qin Yan is the eldest son of Qin Song, the right minister, and his guards are seven-rank ......"

Xia Yi understood, this was trying to make money.

"Oh, there's a tael of silver here, don't pester me anymore!" Xia Yi took out a tael of silver, threw it to the fortune teller, and turned around to leave.

"Hey......" The fortune teller grabbed the silver he threw and stretched out his hand to stop Xia Yi.

"The money has been given to you, what else do you want?" Xia Yi's face became gloomy, and he felt that this old man was a little bit inched.

The fortune teller saw Xia Yi's face change, and hurriedly explained: "I want to ask, are you going to deal with Qin Yan, is it a personal vendetta or a business?"

Xia Yi's heart moved, listening to the meaning of the fortune teller's words, he seemed to be a little interested in "moving" Qin Yan.

Xia Yi took a serious look at the fortune teller, his short and thin body was hunched again, he looked very obscene, he looked good in his clothes, better than ordinary people, and it seemed that his life was quite rich.

"I'm not interested in Qin Yan, don't keep thinking about throwing dirty water on me!" Even if Xia Yi was not sure about dealing with Qin Yan, he would not entrust this matter to a stranger he had never known.

Xia Yi no longer hesitated, turned around and ran, and in the blink of an eye, he rushed out of the alleyway, turned the corner and disappeared.

There was only one fortune teller left in the alley, and after making sure that there was no one around, the fortune teller straightened up, and his height was actually a few centimeters higher, and he no longer saw the short and thin man before, which was about the same level as ordinary people.

With his right hand brushing the goatee on his chin, the obscene old man was gone, and there was a little more dust on his body.

"How is it, do you see some clues?" The old fortune teller's voice sounded in the alleyway, and hearing this voice in a quiet environment made people feel a little cold.

"Nope. Suddenly another voice came out of the air, sounding completely emotionless.

Carefully looking for the source of the sound, it turned out to be coming from the belly of the old fortune teller.

"No?!" The old fortune teller's voice rose a little, and his body was calm and calm, and his face like dead tree bark showed a stunned expression.

"You can't see the changes in this kid?"

"Yes, there is a force that envelops him, and I cannot discern the true and false changes in him through that force. Moreover, I could feel that there was a terrible power in him, which was still weak, but it made me very uncomfortable. The voice of the abdomen came out again.

The old fortune teller's face was no longer stunned, but shocked.

"The power that can make you feel uncomfortable, at least it has to be a rare existence like you, can you identify what kind of 'martial spirit' the power in his body belongs to?" asked the fortune teller eagerly.

The emotionless voice sounded again: "It's not 'Martial Spirit', that force is very irritable and fierce, it should be from the same origin as me." ”

The fortune teller looked at the alley where Xia Yi left, his eyes gradually lost focus, and he just stood there stupidly and looked at the alley in a daze.

After a moment, a gleam flashed in his eyes, and that look was not at all like the spirit of an old man.

"With the same origin as you, doesn't that mean that there is also a 'fierce spirit' hidden in that kid's body?" the fortune teller old man said a sentence that was enough to shake the world.

The emotionless voice no longer sounded, and the old fortune teller understood what it meant, which was a tacit acquiescence to his guess.

"Hey!~ I originally wanted to catch a big family, but I met a 'little monster', what is the origin of this kid, he actually attracted a 'fierce spirit' into the body, and has not been devoured by the 'fierce spirit' The 'spirit seed', this kid either has a great background backing, or he is a genius and a magical experience. The fortune teller gently stroked his goatee, and his curiosity about Xia Yi became stronger and stronger.

The fortune teller guessed Xia Yi's origin and walked towards the alley.

As he was about to step out of the alley, he suddenly stopped.

"This 'little monster' obviously has a lot of origin, so is he personally going to deal with Qin Yan, or is the force behind him going to deal with Qin Song?"

"Do you want to take this opportunity to get some 'oil and water' from the right minister?"

......

After the old fortune teller returned to the "Tianzihao" room he had contracted for a long time and rested for the night, he came to the hall of the inn for breakfast early the next morning.

"I heard that the eldest prince on the right side of the prime minister last night drew it. A chubby, round-faced guest lowered his voice and quietly gossiped to his companion.

"Qin Yan is dead?!!! companion was shocked, and he couldn't help but raise his voice a little while being shocked.

The round-faced guest hurriedly gestured for him to lower his voice, and corrected his companion's statement with a worried face: "It's 'pumped', not dead." Twitch, twitch!"

The old fortune teller was shocked when he heard the news, and he immediately remembered the cunning boy who chased a street yesterday. Although he didn't know what Qin Yan had experienced later, a voice in his heart told him with great certainty that Qin Yan's abnormality was the ghost of that treacherous boy.

'Doing things right under my nose, and I haven't found out yet, who the hell is this kid?!'

The old fortune teller continued to listen intently, wanting to know more about the situation.

At the end of the hearing, the fortune teller learned the general situation of the matter.

It turned out that after Qin Yan returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion that night, he suddenly convulsed like a 'sheep madness', and foamed at the mouth, his limbs were entangled, and his body was as hard as an iron rod, and ordinary guards couldn't break his arms.

And knowing that this morning, Qin Yan's condition still did not improve, the Prime Minister had invited famous doctors from all over the Song City, and even the palace had sent imperial doctors to treat Qin Yan, and now his life and death are still uncertain.

The fortune teller took a bite of the steamed bun in his mouth, and recalled the ordinary-looking kid yesterday in his mind, and couldn't help but feel a chill on the back of his neck.

"Hey, did that kid do anything to me?!"

"Nope. ”

The old fortune teller breathed a sigh of relief.

"Or maybe I didn't notice it either. The emotionless voice added.

The old fortune teller's heart rose again.