Jechile's heart was half cold.

Bayegu's sudden death made him convinced of Tang An's "calculation technique", and he was even more determined that he was getting closer and closer to the "murder". But I heard the other party say something embarrassed... Could it be that you can't escape this "catastrophe"?

The higher the status, the more people often cherish their lives. Jechiel didn't want to die, but he couldn't show that he was afraid of death, so he said tactfully: "Life and death are fate, and the shaman can do his best." If it can turn evil into good fortune, Jechiel will definitely be rewarded, and if it is really impossible, it can only prove that Jechil is so fateful. ”

Seeing that he was so depressed, Tang An took the case and said: "The person I respect most in my life is a good man, Brother Jerchile just rest assured, even if you do your best, I will help you avoid this catastrophe!" ”

As he spoke, he immediately frowned and pinched his fingers.

When Jechile saw that Tang An was finally moved by what he said, his face showed a touch of joy. He rubbed his hands together and waited anxiously, the yearning condensed on his dark face was more than when he saw the chick lying naked on the bed.

As the minutes ticked by, Jechile still couldn't wait for an answer. Waiting for a result that is about to announce one's fate is undoubtedly an ordeal. Every expression on Tang An's face, every slight opening and closing of his lips, would make Jerchile's heart rise and fall.

He didn't know how long he had waited, as if 10,000 years had passed, Tang An finally opened his eyes.

Jechile couldn't wait to ask, "How... What do you think? ”

Tang An was a little "weak", and made his butt on the animal skin chair, wiped his forehead without sweat at all, and vividly interpreted a magic stick who tried his best to spy on the heavens.

Swallowing his saliva with difficulty, Tang An shook his head with some regret: "The secret of heaven must not be leaked..."

Ali, who has been acting as a translator, suddenly felt a sudden heart, could it be a failure? Hearing these words with Jerchle, the latter's face welled up with disappointment that could not be concealed.

"But..."

Tang An's words changed, and a trace of cunning flashed in his eyes: "I faintly... A vague shadow was seen. ”

"Shadows?" Jechile's eyes lit up, and his dead heart suddenly came alive again.

"Hmm." Tang An nodded, frowning and thinking hard: "That's a person, it should be said... It's a young man wrapped in black clothes all over his body..."

Tang An recalled Ying Xie's appearance and said tentatively, raising the corners of his eyes without a trace, paying attention to the change in Yechile's expression.

If Ying Xie was the vanguard sent by the Great Elder to the front station of Di Ma, there was no reason not to contact the Huns in the city. In the city of Dima, what other wind and grass can hide the eyes and ears of the deputy city lord of Jerchile?

As long as there is a slight loosening of Jechile, it is enough to prove that his guess is right, and Ying Xie and the Xiongnu are indeed colluding together. Then the Sect Master of the Shenwu Sect came to promote the doctrine this time, I am afraid that it will be more than lucky.

Jechile's face changed slightly, and he said, "Is there any hint from the Immortal Heaven?" ”

Tang An keenly captured the momentary nervousness of Jechile, and pretended to meditate carefully: "He... The skin was pale, it was an almost pathological white..."

"What does he look like?"

Tang An shook his head: "I can't see clearly." ”

Jechile sighed, in fact, these conditions were enough to evoke his memories.

He vividly remembered the scene when the man who claimed to be the Holy Son of the Demon Cult came to Dima City a month ago. The arrogant appearance of the first Lao Tzu in the Immortal Heaven made Jechile want to strip him naked and fuck this man who was whiter than a woman like a sex slave.

But he didn't dare.

He clearly remembered the way the city lord Huyantuo grovelled when he saw the man, like a dog wagging his tail and begging for mercy.

He understood Huyantuo very well, the city lord who seemed to be a high-ranking city lord in Dima City, but he was just a minion sent by the Khan's court. They are like cattle and sheep raised by the Xiongnu nobles, let them out to eat grass or kill and eat meat, but it is just a back and forth in the master's mind.

He just didn't expect that the status of that incomparably weak man would be so high, so high that even the titular Dima City Lord would be so low.

Such a person is an existence beyond the reach of Jechile's level, and as for what that person talked about with the city lord, Jechiel doesn't know anything at all.

Because he was deeply impressed, Tang An's guess easily helped him recall every picture at the beginning. He never imagined that this sissy who only had a few connections with him would become his own death.

Seeing that Jechiel had lost his mind, Ali asked softly, "My lord, you... You okay? ”

Tang An, who was carefully paying attention to the changes in Yechile's face, smiled at the corner of his mouth, the former's performance had already given him the answer, Yechile must have known Ying Xie!

Hearing Ali's call, Jechile came back to his senses and coughed to cover up, "Oh, nothing..."

As if sensing that Jechile was uneasy, Tang An stood up and said, "My lord seems to have something on his mind, why don't we talk about it here today." ”

"Oh, that's fine." Jechile's mind was no longer in the felt bag, and he beckoned his subordinates to send a rich gift again, and personally sent Tang An and the others outside.

Tang An was just about to get into the carriage, but Jechile hesitated again and again, and finally spoke: "Lord Shaman..."

Tang An, who was silently reciting "one, two, three" in his heart, turned around, but his face deliberately showed a little dazedness, and asked, "What else is the matter with Brother Jechile?" ”

Jerchle sighed and said with a serious face, "Tell me the truth, I... I did see the man in black, but his identity is too special for me to explain to you, Shaman. ”

Tang An had long been sure that Jechile would not hide anything from him, after all, it was a major matter involving his own life, so no matter how special his identity was, he could not let a person who cherished his life keep it a secret.

Tang An nodded and said, "Since the adults treat me so honestly, I won't hide it anymore." This person may not only bring bad luck to adults, but also bring disaster to Dima City. Originally, I didn't want to mention it, but if I want to watch the heroes of the adult generation fall, I will definitely blame myself for the rest of my life. Alas, perhaps... There's a way to help adults. ”

Jerchal's eyes lit up and he said, "What way?" ”

Tang An hesitated for a moment and sighed: "That's it... What if you can save someone's life, even if you have to pay three years of life? I'll be preparing something in the city for a few days, and three days later, I'll be asking the gods for blessings again. ”

Jechile wanted to cheer happily, he didn't expect Tang An to actually keep a hand. As soon as he saw the dawn of his life, he grasped Tang An's hand, and the secret path spent three years of life to spy on the heavenly machine, such a price is enough!

"Shaman, you are my brother from now on, but if you need it, Jechiel will go to the soup! If you have any requirements, just ask! ”

"Good!"

The two people who were pregnant with ghosts held each other's arms, and their faces were full of hatred and hatred, and they were afraid that their long-lost brothers would be nothing more than that.

Jechile said, "By the way, after talking for so long, I still don't know your name, Lord Shaman. ”

This question has always been what Ali wants to know. has been in contact with Tang An for so long, but he has never known Tang An's name, not that he doesn't want to ask, but he doesn't dare to ask at all.

Tang An looked at the vicissitudes of life, and looked up at the sky: "The name is just a code name, I have long forgotten it." Merely... My friends on the rivers and lakes gave me a title called "A Cloud on the Edge of the Sky". ”

A cloud?

Jechiel and Ali looked at each other, and they both saw the recognition in their eyes. Only such a free and elegant and slightly mysterious name can be worthy of the magical oriental shaman in front of him.

Tang An's eyes lingered on the white clouds like cotton candy, and he muttered to himself in his heart: How can you two fools understand that Lao Tzu just wants to float away like a cloud......