Chu Ji listened to the discussions of others at night, and raised his delicate eyebrows, no wonder the flower building has been in the night city for so long, and the night city can maintain a peaceful life.

The group of fox demons in the flower building are not like the group of monsters who feed on yang energy in the movie, they are like people, eating grains and grains, just hoping to live well in the world, trying their best to live, that's all.

They don't have any harmful intentions, including their master, Chiyun...

Although Chiyun later killed a dozen people as puppets, but... She thinks he was forced to kill someone...

When Chiyun stretched out his bloody hand to mortals, it was after he robbed the red clothes of the Blood Palace, and it was estimated that he also wanted to maintain the unstable soul of the red clothes by increasing his demonic power by cultivating with people like Si Ye.

Zong Hao whispered, "The opportunity to meet the city lord has come. ”

Chu Ji's eyes flashed slightly, looked at the three of them, and nodded.

After the four of them finished eating, they all walked to the market street and walked towards the City Lord's Mansion.

Chu Ji strode on the market at night, looking at the people coming and going in the market and the street vendors shouting loudly, infected by this vibrant and prosperous scene, his heart seemed to be poured into sweet bee sugar water, sweet and happy!

"Childe, childe, do you read palmistry?"

A hoarse and low voice of an old man came from the side, and Chu Ji stopped at night and looked down at the stall in front of the old man.

On the stall was a small iron stove lit with sandalwood, and a layer of parchment cloth was laid under the stove, on which were painted two hands with the names of the acupuncture points.

The fortune teller rested his hands on the table, his gray, hair, beard and eyebrows were shaken by the breeze, Chu Ji picked up a bamboo stick and looked at the words on it.

Chu Jiye pursed her mouth, this is comparable to the abstract words of oracle bone inscriptions, she said that she couldn't understand it, it happened that Liu Dongzi was standing next to her, Chu Jiye handed the bamboo stick to Liu Dongzi on the side, "What is written?" ”

Liu Dongzi took the bamboo stick and scratched the back of his head with a blank expression, "This is not the text of Chaomengguo." ”

"Childe, this is the text of our Xie clan, and it is also the text of Chaomengguo, but this kind of text is only written by the Xie clan." The fortune teller touched his beard and smiled.

Solve the clan? It seems that it should be equivalent to modern ethnic minorities, no wonder they can write some unusual words, Chu Ji sat on a small stool at night and looked at the fortune teller with white hair, "Is Mr. right?" ”

The fortune teller laughed, "Whether you believe it or not depends on whether you believe it or not." ”

Chu Ji curled his lips and chuckled, and pulled Liu Dongzi down to sit side by side with her, "Then you can show him?" ”

"Childe, please put your hand on the pillow." The fortune teller raised his hand and made a gesture of please.

Liu Dongzi put his hand on the pillow, and the fortune teller grabbed Liu Dongzi's hand with both hands, and the five fingers of his right hand rubbed the lines on Liu Dongzi's hand.

City Changqing stood behind Chu Jiye with the "beauty" in his arms, his sword eyebrows frowned slightly, and his face was a little impatient.

This woman would also believe in fortune telling?

In contrast to City Changqing's disdain for fortune-telling, Zong Hao still pays some attention to fortune-telling. After all, sometimes people are quite accurate.

Ten minutes later, the fortune teller let go of Liu Dongzi's hand, looked at Liu Dongzi for a long time with bottomless eyes, and after a few flashes of light, he took out a note two fingers wide and one hand long, dotted ink and began to write words.

After he put down the pen, Chu Ji took the note and glanced at it, well, she gave up, even if people wrote not the Xie ethnic language but the common Chaomeng Chinese, she, a foreigner, still couldn't understand it.

Liu Dongzi took the note and looked at it, his lips were white, and he pursed his lower lip to look at the old man.

The fortune teller sighed slightly, and said slowly, "The son must open his eyes in order to start and finish well." ”

Liu Dongzi folded the note, was silent for a while, and then thanked him, "Thank you, Mr. for mentioning." ”

Chu Jiye smiled, "Dongzi, there are many changes in fate, where can be predicted, don't be so serious." ”

"What? This son doesn't believe in the old man's ability? The fortune teller raised a white brow.

Chu Jiye hugged his arms and said, "Originally, I only believe that things are man-made, so I don't believe in any destiny, and I don't believe that the future can be predicted." As long as people are alive, the future is unpredictable, and anything is possible. ”

The fortune teller slapped the table, and his tone became cold, "Does Childe dare to let the old man take a look at your palmistry?" Let the old man count it for you? Wait until next year to see if the old man is the same as what you said today? ”

Chu Ji was stunned for a moment and then stretched out his hand, "Just look at it, what is there to be afraid of." ”

While speaking, Chu Jiye had already pulled up his sleeves, his little hand was lying on the pillow, and the fortune teller looked at the hand that was much smaller than that of an ordinary man, so he glanced at Chu Jiye more, and then reached out to touch Chu Jiye's palm.

Chu Jiye supported his head with one hand, turned his head to look at the fortune teller, and saw that his soft expression cooled down a little, and his eyebrows gradually wrinkled into hills.

He grabbed Chu Jiye's hand suddenly, closed his eyes, and touched it again, impossible, as long as it was a mortal, he could predict his fate, why couldn't he touch this person?

Chu Ji saw that the old man's reaction was wrong, so he put away his smile and frowned slightly to observe the old man.

The fortune teller touched it several times, and finally turned over the back of Chu Jiye's hand and rubbed it several times.

City Changqing stepped between the two and picked up the old man's hand with his scabbard, "What are you touching?" ”

Chu Jiye withdrew his hand, and saw through the black veil that the city mayor's black face seemed to be dripping ink, and his mouth was curled, what was this man thinking?

The fortune teller stood up and slapped the table, "Impossible, how can you not read your fate, impossible!" ”

Chu Ji's heart skipped a beat at night, and he couldn't read it, what did he mean?

"I want the old man to show people his life for 50 years, and for the first time, he can't see people's life, girl... Are you human or..."The fortune teller stared at Chu Jiye with wide eyes.

Chu Ji covered his chest at night, "If you can't figure it out, forget it, why do you want to say that I'm not human?" ”

Zong Hao also spoke out to defend Chu Jiye, "Under the guarantee, Xiao Chu is a mortal. ”

The fortune teller sat in his place dejectedly, shaking his head, and muttering straight in his mouth, "Impossible, how can you not see it, is it because I am old?" ”

Chu Ji put a silver ingot on the table at night and said, "I see that your old man is indeed old, na, the money is here, there is no need to look for it." ”

With that, Chu Jiye and the other four continued to set off towards the City Lord's Mansion. The fortune teller sitting in the distance was still immersed in his own world, and only after Chu Jiye and the others came out of sight did he come back to his senses and found that Chu Jiye and the others were gone, so he hurriedly stood up and stepped on his feet to look around.

Alas! How did you let her go!

The fortune teller slapped the table with remorse and sat down in his place...