The skin of this old man was dark and full of dirt, and his abdomen and chest were crisscrossed with scars, layered on top of each other, and extremely hideous. The scars are quite shallow, not like they were cut with a sharp blade, but like they were scratched by the old man's own fingernails.

The more I looked at it, the more strange I felt, especially when I saw those blood-colored runes in this person's eyes, which made me feel especially strange. After a while, I couldn't see anything. Holding the nail head of the Qinglong Town Nail, he pulled it outward.

With this pull, he felt that the nail trembled suddenly, and he saw that the green dragon spirit pattern engraved on the nail seemed to flash a bloody color. The Qinglong Zhensha nail is a holy object of Daomen Zhensha, and the reason why the dragon pattern will tremble and flash blood is a sign of evil. But this old man is obviously a living person with flesh and blood, and he has not found anything evil on him, how can the anti-evil nail appear abnormal?

I thought about it, only to feel that the nail body was hot, and with a slight force, I continued to pull the nail outward. I felt that the nail body trembled rapidly, and there was a slight clanging sound. As soon as the tip of the nail left the old man's chest, there was no blood gushing out of the wound.

I listened to the fortune teller's "huh", and looked at it, only to see that the corpse of the old way dried up at a very fast speed, and the skin and flesh quickly became charred black, as if it had been burned by fire, and viscous black blood overflowed from the mouth and nose, and the smell was disgusting.

The Qinglong Zhen nail trembled a few times in my hand, and then it fell silent. I was full of doubts, and I circled around the shriveled corpse of the old road, only to think that things were strange and contrary to common sense.

While pondering, I listened to the fortune teller's urging: "Don't worry about this old dog, let's go quickly!" ”

I made up my mind, looked at him, and said, "Where are you going?" ”

The fortune teller was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Where you are going, is where I am going." ”

I sneered, and I felt exhausted, so I sat down on the ground and said, "Tell me, who are you?" ”

The fortune teller sighed, pinched his fingers, and said leisurely: "Heavenly machine ......"

I didn't wait for him to speak, and immediately interrupted impatiently: "Love to say it or not!" If you don't say it, fuck me off right away! ”

The fortune teller laughed dryly. I didn't have time to play any more hide-and-seek tricks with him, so I immediately knocked Qinglong Town on the stone steps with a bang, "Be careful of your dog's legs if you talk nonsense!" ”

The fortune teller's cheeks twitched, hehe said a few times, stepped forward, sat down next to me, scratched his head, and said with a smile: "Brother, I didn't tell you the truth before, because I was afraid that you wouldn't believe me." Now that we have gone through this trip, even if we share weal and belong, brothers in life and death, we naturally have nothing to say! ”

I've never seen someone so familiar with him, and his skin is thicker than that idiot with a sassy face. He didn't speak, just looked at each other coldly.

After a while, I heard him hehe, but the smile on his face was gone, his brows were deep, he sighed, and said, "This time I'm here to find someone." ”

I'm not going to interject. I saw him glance at me: "It's looking for my sister." ”

My heart was moved and I asked what was going on. The fortune teller drooped his head and was stunned for a long time before he told the matter intermittently.

According to this fortune teller, his parents died early when he was a child, and he only has a sister who is three years younger than him. The brother and sister live in the old house of the family and depend on each other for their lives. Fortunately, the family still has some savings, and there are neighbors to take care of, so life can barely get by. More than ten years ago, during the Lantern Festival, the little girl was clamoring to go to the city to see the lanterns, and the fortune teller felt sorry for the girl, so she took her to walk more than ten miles into the city.

But that night, he lost his little sister, and this man ran all over the city frantically, but there was no trace of the little girl. From then on, the fortune teller began to wander around the world, searching for his sister. After searching for five or six years, he came to Xuancheng and heard that there was a very good fortune teller in the local area.

The gentleman was in a bad temper, and when he saw that he was pitiful, he immediately agreed to give him a hexagram. But after this calculation, the gentleman frowned, his face was extremely bad, and he shook his head several times in a row. After that, he said "I can't count", and invited him out, ready to close the door.

When I heard this, I couldn't help but feel very strange. I've heard the lion's head say that people who are generally proficient in the art of divine arithmetic usually have some taboos, and not everything can be calculated. After all, the heavens should not be leaked. At that time, the master of the lion head was forced to act, and finally died of his life.

After a few glances at the fortune teller, I saw that his eyes were red, his face was sad, and his expression did not seem to be a hypocrisy. Just as he was about to think about it, he continued: "I said that I would not leave anything, so I knelt on the ground and pleaded. ”

However, the fortune teller surnamed Zhao still didn't tell him what had been calculated. The man surnamed Zhu was also clever, and seeing that he still refused to tell him directly, he turned a corner and begged Mr. Zhao to take him as an apprentice.

This person's stalking momentum cannot be underestimated, plus that Mr. Zhao is also a kind-hearted person, and there is just no heir, so he accepted him as an apprentice and passed on all his skills to him.

That Mr. Zhao was already quite old, and coupled with the magic of divine arithmetic, it was not good for the longevity, and after a few years, he passed away. The fortune teller was born to eat this bowl of rice, and learned the master's skills thoroughly, and after Xiaocheng, he immediately began to calculate the whereabouts of his little sister.

His magic of arithmetic was already quite effective, but for some reason, once he calculated the whereabouts of his little sister, he couldn't calculate anything.

I was puzzled when I heard it, it stands to reason that no matter what his sister's whereabouts are, as long as his ability is at home, life and death will naturally be able to tell, and it shouldn't be nothing.

Listen to the fortune teller: "The way of divination is easy to calculate and difficult to calculate. ”

I've heard the lion's head say this, for example, counting a common man is definitely easier than calculating an emperor and general. And if you want to calculate the life of a person with advanced cultivation, it must be a little more difficult. And some people have some things that are too implicated, or even "uncountable", if they want to force them to be calculated, they will have to end up dying in death.

Since the little girl is an ordinary person, it stands to reason that this should not be the case, it can only be that she has been involved with some person or thing, and she is affected by it, so that her fate is unpredictable. That Mr. Zhao probably also got to this point.

The fortune teller said, "That's what I thought." So he made a painstaking effort to hone the art of divination. It wasn't until five years ago that he finally figured out his sister's location, which was in this Wuling Mountain. But every time he wants to come, the hexagram he occupies is a great murderer, and there is no sign of the bones remaining.

People who are familiar with numerology and divine calculations believe in fortune the most and never dare to act against the sky. He hesitated for many years, and he has been waiting until today.

After I listened to him, I saw that his eyes were slightly red, and it seemed that he could not extricate himself from the memories of those years. I didn't believe this man's words, but I said, "You calculated this place?" "Although the art of divine arithmetic divination is magical, it has not yet reached this point.

When the fortune teller heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then laughed and said, "Half and half." After a pause, he added, "The other half is what I have inquired and analyzed for so many years. ”

I looked at him a few times, and I still felt that this person was covered with a layer of fog, and there was something inexplicable. Just listen to the fortune teller: "Let's go find someone quickly!" With that, he patted his ass and stood up.

I pondered for a moment, and then stood up. This place is very strange and should not be stayed for a long time. Glancing back at the corpse of the old man, he felt puzzled, took the talisman, put it in his bag, and got up and walked towards the outside of the hall.

Soon after he walked out of the earthen hall, he met two Taoists who were floating on tiptoe, these people were both deaf and dumb, and they did not notice such a big movement in the temple. With the fortune teller, he quietly walked around and walked around the cave. After turning around for most of the time, I saw several large iron cages, but they were empty and there were no people.

Except for the young girls and these walking corpse-like Taoists, I didn't see anyone else. I couldn't help but wonder in my heart, could it be that the place Shui Sheng said didn't mean here?

When I turned my head to look, I saw that the fortune teller's brows were furrowed, and his fingers were pinched, and he probably had doubts.