I watched the stall man warily.

Would a normal person sell Bazi here?

But no matter how you look at it, this person is a normal person.

Perhaps, this person has a special fetish?

Like a fortune teller, a god who dances a god, and does some god-chattering and sneaky things to cheat people out of money?

I shook my head, intending to leave.

Who knew that the stall keeper stopped me enthusiastically: "Don't go, maybe I have what you want here?" ”

I looked at him wonderingly, "You know what I want?" ”

He pointed to the stack of yellow paper: "You kept staring at this place just now, I guess you want to buy Bazi, right?" Whose Bazi do you want to buy? Maybe I have one here? ”

I'm more vigilant.

I'm here to find Bai You's eight characters.

How can it be so coincidental that there are people selling Bazi here?

I whispered, "Do you have any characters for anyone here?" ”

The stall holder shook his head: "Not necessarily. There are more than a dozen people here, whether you can buy it or not depends on your luck. ”

I let out a sigh and casually said, "I'll pick it." ”

But the people who set up the stall grabbed the stack of yellow paper and wouldn't let me see it.

He smiled and said, "You can't pick it." After you pay, you draw a random one. If you win, you're in luck. If you don't win the draw, you keep paying. ”

Me: "......"

I was a little skeptical that I was experiencing a psychopath.

The stall holder looked at me seductively: "Buy one, maybe there is the eight characters you want." ”

I asked, "How much is it?" ”

The person who set up the stall said, "You don't need money, you can exchange it for eight characters." One person's eight characters are exchanged for another person's eight characters, and the exchange is equivalent. ”

One of my hearts suddenly became vigilant.

I originally thought he was some kind of magic stick, or a person who cheated money.

But now that he made a request, it was a bit strange.

It seems like...... He was dedicated to collecting eight characters.

The person who set up the stall smiled and said, "If you don't have enough of your own eight characters, you can add the eight characters of relatives and friends." As long as the eight characters are true, those who come will not refuse. ”

I took a step forward, ready to strike, and then asked faintly, "Who the hell are you?" ”

The stall man smiled and said, "I don't ask you who you are, and you don't ask me who I am." ”

I took a closer look at the stall holder by the help of the street lamp.

He looked breathing, his complexion was normal, and most importantly, there was only one soul in his body, and there was no sign of being ghosted.

And...... He's not a practitioner either. Practitioners don't have such rapid breathing.

"Who told you to sell Bazi here?" I asked again.

At this time, the stall holder was a little impatient: "Do you want to buy it?" ”

I nodded: "Buy, of course." ”

Then, as soon as I reached out, I grabbed the stall keeper by the collar and pressed a thunder talisman on his head.

The stall man was startled and took a step back.

He was just startled, and didn't react in any other way.

He looked at me a little angrily: "If you don't buy it, forget it, I'll leave." ”

I stopped him: "Wait, I'll buy it." ”

I verified it with all the means I knew, and the stall man looked like a normal person.

But I also know that he is definitely not.

Normal people don't engage in the trick of trading eight characters.

I wrote a random eight-character and handed it to the stall maker.

The stall keeper only glanced at it, and then said faintly: "Your eight characters are fake, write them casually." ”

I laughed, "You still know this?" What the hell do you do? ”

The stall man said, "If you want eight characters, then hurry up and trade." ”

I thought about it and wrote Han Lei's eight characters.

After the stall keeper saw the eight characters, he frowned, and then folded his fingers and began to count.

He calculated for a while, and then returned the eight characters to me: "I don't want the eight characters of the dead." ”

I wrote Mu Dashao's eight characters again.

In order to deal with Mu Dashao before, I asked Liu Jindao to collect his information, but I didn't expect it to be used now.

Anyway, this guy has hurt a lot of people, and I don't have any psychological burden to trade with his eight characters.

This time, the stall setter did not refuse again. He took Mu Dashao's eight characters, and then asked me to draw one from a large stack of yellow paper.

I took a look, and it wasn't Bai You's eight characters.

The person above is called Weichen.

I did the math, and these eight characters are indeed true, and the stall setter is not cheating.

The point is, I don't use these eight words.

I handed Weichen's eight characters to the stall maker: "I'll use this person's eight characters and change it again." ”

Stallholder: "......"

He looked at me as if he was looking strange: "This person's eight characters don't count." This is what I just gave you, and I already knew his eight characters. Why buy yours again? ”

"You'll have to exchange it with me with a new person's eight characters, eight characters I haven't seen before."

I sighed, thought about it, wrote down Li Kaishan's eight characters, and handed it to the stall maker.

The stall keeper checked it, and after confirming that it was correct, he asked me to take away another eight-figure.

I took a look, and it was still not white.

I'm a little skeptical that there is anything white in that stack of eight characters.

The stall set up looked me up and down: "Do you want to continue the exchange?" ”

I said, "It's okay to swap, I want to find out who you are." Do you recognize me as a practitioner? How did you recognize that? ”

The stall man smiled and didn't answer my question.

I said to myself, "You are very clever in disguise, and I haven't noticed the problem with your soul just now. But now...... I suddenly had an idea. ”

"Your soul is real, but not all of it is true."

Then, I punched the stall man in the heart.

The stall keeper screamed, and then a wisp of black smoke flew out of his body.

Immediately afterwards, the stall holder's originally clear eyes became a little cloudy, and the whole person was also demented.

I pulled the yellow paper out of his hand, and he didn't respond.

Now my idea has been confirmed.

The three souls and seven spirits of the stall setter are missing.

His arrows were gone, but someone had made it up for him with Wisdom Wine.

In other words, before I threw that punch, he was controlled by Hui Ling.

Now he's out of control, but he's a mess, and I don't know if I'm helping him or hurting him.

I shook my head and began to examine the stack of yellow paper.

As expected, I found Bai You's eight characters from inside.

It's the piece of paper I hid before.

I pinched the piece of paper and began to wonder what was going on.

Obviously, after I hid the paper, Hui Ling stole it.

The fact that she was able to steal my hidden birthday in such a short period of time only shows that she has been secretly observing, and even has been following me.

What exactly is her purpose?

Since she stole the Bazi, why did she control the stall holder to sell the Bazi today?

Isn't this a deliberate attempt to expose your whereabouts?

That's right, Hui Ling was deliberately revealing her whereabouts, as if she was deliberately revealing clues that made me think of these.

She seemed to want to tell me something, but it wasn't convenient to say it explicitly, so she had to hint at it in this way.

But after thinking about it for a while, I still couldn't figure out Huiling's purpose.

I shook my head, intending to put the matter behind me.

No matter what purpose Hui Ling has, it is not the most important thing at the moment. I'll wake up Bai Yu first.

Woke up Bai You, there are other things to do.

I need to use Wan Nianxin to go to the Fog Hell Mountain, and I also have to solve the hidden danger of the Mu family.

As for what hints Hui Ling wants to give me...... I'll talk about that later.

Messages delivered by implication are generally not urgent.

How can you take care of these twists and turns when things are really urgent?

I put away Bai You's eight characters, and as for the rest of the eight characters, I tore them off and threw them in the trash.

I don't know who those poor people are, and it's not a good thing for them that the characters were stolen.

In that case, let's give it a hand.

After tearing off the eight characters, I walked up to the stall holder and asked in a deep voice, "Do you know what your name is?" Know your way home? ”

The stall man looked at me blankly, then lowered his head and meaninglessly combed the goods in front of him.

After missing the stack of eight characters, his stall became very ordinary, just a few little things with needles and threads.

I thought about it, took out my phone, and called the police: Someone is lost here, you can take a look.

Subsequently, I gave the detailed address.

After doing this, I walked towards the Wuwang Temple.

Along the way, I was thinking about my next plans.

How to wake up the fetus, how to enter the Fog Hell Mountain with the heart of ten thousand thoughts.

Now that the fetus is in hand, I have stepped into the Fog Hell Mountain with one foot.

Maybe within a few days, I'll be able to see my grandfather.

Thinking of this, I can't help but feel excited.