Late at night, the grass and stone monument were blowing, and the evening breeze was blowing, but at this moment, the laughter of young men and women could be heard in the burial room of the cemetery area.

"I played Bloody Mary when I was in high school, the candle was blown out, you closed your eyes, and when you opened it again, she would pop up in front of you."

Through the half-concealed door, inside the burial chamber, a young white man sipping a canned beer while half-truths about his experience playing psychic games.

"You don't have to be next to me when you're playing." Hearing this, a blonde hottie with a slender figure said with a smile, and next to her was an oriental girl with black hair and white skin.

"Isn't it bad that we're playing games here?" The Oriental Girl glanced around, and the four walls here were all gathered up of remains.

In the traditional culture of the East, it is extremely disrespectful to disturb the sleep of the dead.

"Psychic, of course you have to come to this kind of place. Okay, Qing'er, you just think too much about everything, so everyone doesn't want to play with you, Dill took out all the money he earned as a teaching assistant in order to buy the old man who watched the cemetery, don't be disappointed. Goldilocks Miranda shook Shi Qing's palm beside her and said so.

"You're not scared, are you? Didn't the people of Colleton in the East claim to have dragon blood? Claims to be immune to any magic attack, so try it tonight. "Dill is a black man and the initiator of tonight's psychic game.

He found a private notebook of mystical rituals at his assistant professor, and he had always been very interested in the occult and couldn't wait to try it.

"Alright, Carter, stop drinking, the game is about to begin." Dill couldn't wait for Carter, Miranda, and Shi Qing to sit down, and then he lit the beeswax candle in the center where the four of them sat around, and next to the beeswax candle was a slightly worn personal notebook.

With a burst of sweet fragrance spreading, the Death Psychic Ritual begins.

"The sun, the yin, the maze of death...... Let's gaze, real death! ”

The mantra "Sun, Taiyin, Death Maze ......" is not complicated, it is recited by Dill first, and then the others follow.

Looking at such a simple ceremony in front of her, Shi Qing's original heart gradually relaxed, she really couldn't refuse the invitation of her friends, as a Cleedon from the East, Shi Qing had a conservative temperament, so she didn't have many friends, Miranda around her was cheerful and optimistic, she was one of the few people who were willing to make friends with her, and Shi Qing didn't want to spoil everyone's interest.

(The odds of success for such a rudimentary ritual are very low.) Thinking like this, Shi Qing closed her eyes and recited the incantation with everyone.

"The sun, the yin, the maze of death...... Let's gaze, real death! ”

As the cold wind poured in through the half-covered door, the three beeswax candles in the middle of the four people were extinguished, and the faint white smoke fluttered and spread.

When he opened his eyes again, Diel, a young black man, found that he was no longer in the tomb, but was sitting cross-legged in a dimly lit room, surrounded by furniture covered with white cloth.

"Not really."

It's a bit like Ye Gong is a good dragon, playing a psychic game, Dill thought that summoning some specious phantoms was already amazing, but he didn't expect that the space has changed now.

Standing up slowly, looking at his palms and the surrounding environment, although very nervous, but also accompanied by a strong sense of excitement, Dill walked to a white relief vase, he gently picked it up, and the cold and delicate touch of porcelain came from the palms of both hands.

"What the hell is going on?"

On the other side, Carter, a young white man who didn't care, curled up in the corner with a confused face, he appeared in a dim basement, but he was not as lucky as Diel, and there were all kinds of horrific torture instruments as far as the eye could see, especially on the iron plate bed in front of him, there was a disemboweled, miserable white corpse, dark red viscous blood, dripping along the iron plate.

These scene elements shocked the white young Carter's legs and he didn't dare to move.

And on the girl's side, Miranda is also searching around in the empty room with a pale face, playing psychics, playing with that kind of specious tension and excitement, but if the psychic really succeeds, the consequences are unbearable for most people.

Cautiously approaching another room, Miranda saw a boy her own age huddled in a corner shivering.

Although scared, the girl leaned over and gently patted the other person on the shoulder. The boy jerked his head back, the speed of his power, the strength of his neck that made him worry about it.

"You ......"

"Quick, find the key and get out, you can still escape, you can get out of here!" Before Miranda could finish speaking, the boy was already saying this with a crying voice.

"Find the key, open that door, and you'll be able to escape."

"What key? Which door to open? Why don't you open it yourself and not run away? ”

Hearing Miranda's words, the boy smiled miserably, and then slowly raised his arms: they were a pair of arms that had been cut off at elbows, and had turned into two R sticks.

"Ahhh......hh

Suddenly so frightened that Miranda couldn't suppress the fear in her heart at all, and screamed miserably, her voice was clearly heard by the other people in the mansion.

The boy's face changed, and he roared in fear: "He's coming, you've brought him here." Then he staggered to the other rooms.

Frightened, Miranda instinctively ran along, only chased one or two rooms and got lost in the labyrinthine mansion.

"Where did you go? Where did you go? Instinctively realizing that the boy was the key to the strange and terrifying event in front of her, Miranda looked around, but at this moment, a tall figure slowly walked out: he was a middle-aged man wearing a white bowler hat with a gentle and elegant expression, if he didn't have a blood-stained chainsaw in his hand.

The moment Miranda saw the other party, the other party also saw her, the middle-aged man smiled and pulled the button, and the chainsaw started with a humming sound.

Seeing the other side walking towards him step by step, the distance was getting closer and closer, Miranda's whole body was cold, as if she was frozen, and she couldn't move.

"Ah......h

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Under the wise leadership of Director Andrei, the police of this city took the initiative to go out and smashed a criminal den in one fell swoop, successfully injuring and killing 26 cultists, and the police did not suffer any casualties.

Being able to achieve such an excellent result is inseparable from the usual hard and rigorous training, and now I invite our hero Director Andrei to make a concluding speech for this operation. ”

In a cramped one-room apartment, the TV flickered.

Shi Yi sat at the round table and drank milk while reading the newspaper, and even in the newspaper, the headline on the front page was Andrei's fat face smiling like an old chrysanthemum.

"The future, has it changed?" Shi Yi rubbed the bone ring on his left index finger and whispered with some confusion.

Originally, in the future deduced from the secret technique of the Six Masters, the final outcome of this battle should be to fight a witch in a red dress, but after the battle of the suburban manor, Shi Yi took the initiative to create opportunities for the predicted witch several times: but he walked into the darkness alone, but he always came out alone, and the first few times he still had the feeling of being peeped at, and the next few times, even the feeling of being peeping at disappeared completely.

It seems that the other party has completely given up. Or in a short period of time, the level of concealment assassination has increased dramatically, and he has completely gotten rid of his own perception.

"The past is the only one, the future is infinite, it turns out that even the Liuyao Divine Machine can only point me to the most likely future, and when the amount of accumulation changes enough, the future will produce infinite changes...... Heavenly Destiny is really complicated. ”

In Chinese history, there have been several top numerology masters who can accurately predict the future and even change the fortune of a country, a nation, and an era, among which the most famous are Li Chunfeng, Yuan Tiangang, Shao Kangjie, Liu Bowen and other numerology masters.

Compared with them, Shi Yi's forcibly improved level is worthy of the level of Heavenly Mechanic Destiny, of course, it is not worth mentioning, and it is natural for him to have many doubts in the cultivation process.

However, people like Shi Yi themselves are not very interested in the ability of Heavenly Destiny, and the truth he believes in is that people's luck in life has ups and downs, as long as they work hard to do their best, they will not be too unlucky when they are down, and they can grasp the opportunity when they get up.

As long as he can maintain this mentality, in his opinion, it is much stronger and more practical than learning any heavenly machine technique. No matter how strong the Heavenly Machine Technique is, it is only an auxiliary, and fate is still in your own hands and feet after all.

The secret art of the six masters is very powerful, but for a person like Shi Yi after all, it can only be an assistant, and the deeper he enters this world, even if the secret art cultivation rises, the foreseen future will become more and more ambiguous.