The rain stopped, but the sky still didn't clear, and the vendors on Sibao Street had already packed up and left just after the rainstorm.

Now Sibao Street is sparsely populated, with only a few pedestrians coming and going, and a few cleaners with big brooms complaining about how this group of people has so much garbage.

Under the marble archway, a young man bent over with a folded small bench and table, put down the bench, opened the table, and then took out a yellow cloth from the backpack behind him and supported it with a wooden pole, on which was written "Huang Banxian".

Huang Zhuan was sitting on the bench and stretched.

He yawned and glanced at the empty Sibao Street, and he couldn't help but sigh.

He woke up at twelve o'clock at noon today, and then drove from home to Sibao Street, and it was almost three o'clock in the afternoon when the stall was set up, but as a result, this fortune-telling stall had just been set up, and a heavy rain suddenly fell, Huang Zhuanzheng was also strange in his heart, this place was not a day of heavy rain at this time, but Huang Zhuanzheng complained more, damn, Lao Tzu has not been recorded today, so he has to close the door.

Huang Zhuanzheng returned to his parking place, and after waiting for an hour or two, he saw the news that the rain had stopped on his mobile phone, so he slowly took a small bench and a small table and prepared to go out to set up a stall. The people of Sibao Street are all money fans, and now that the rain has stopped, it won't be long before they will come back.

But actually, he wanted to wait for that person.

Huang Zhuan is sitting on a small bench, although the city's drainage system is very perfect, but because there are too many people passing by in Sibao Street, there will inevitably be some potholes on the ground, Huang Zhuan is looking at the dark sky reflected in the puddles.

When will he come?

Last night, Huang Zhuanzheng arrived at the name of the "nobleman" who might be him, called Bai Ze.

The cute-looking girl next to her is named Zhang Zitong.

This person didn't have any spiritual power on him, only demonic power that could make him feel suffocated, and he also recognized the Rakshasa card that he had worn for five years.

And it seems to have an inexplicable relationship with the Rakshasa card.

He told himself to wait for him at the gate of Sibao Street today.

Huang Zhuanzheng himself also knows that Bai Ze's strength is far away from himself, if he doesn't listen to him, he will definitely be able to find himself, when he took the initiative to find him last night, he has already formed a relationship with him, and he also wants to find a way to lift the curse of his Huang family from Bai Ze, and he can also get rid of the Rakshasa card completely.

Huang Zhuanzheng's thoughts were flying while he glanced at Sibao Street, where people gradually began to set up shops.

Looking back, a somewhat thin man walked into Sibao Street.

"This person has spiritual power!" Huang Zhuanzheng said that his strength was not strong, but he was still very accurate in seeing people, he looked up and down at the man who walked into Sibao Street, this man was wearing white-washed short sleeves and loose jeans, a slightly messy samurai head, and he was carrying a long strip of dark blue cloth wrapped in navy blue cloth on his back.

This person seems to have been to Sibao Street twice, Huang Zhuanzheng has a little impression of this person, it seems to be Sibao Street three days ago, and it is also an antiquity, but the location of his stall is very far back on Sibao Street, Huang Zhuanzheng only has an impression, but he did not look at it as carefully as this one.

Although this person has the blessing of spiritual power, and his steps are also steady, but he is not as arrogant and domineering as the ruffians and hooligans who rely on a little spiritual power in his dantian on Sibao Street on weekdays, although this person's face is a little ruddy, but the pale weakness accumulated over the long time is not something that this little ruddy can hide, it seems that it has only been a good day or two, which has aroused Huang Zhuanzheng's interest, this guy has made money? It's not right, I heard that the items he sold before are also worth a lot of money, and he doesn't necessarily have any improvement, or what medicine has he taken?

The boy with the navy blue package on his back looked around Sibao Street, and his expression looked like he was struggling with something.

Huang Zhuanzheng rubbed his chin, it looks like there is a play, this kid doesn't know what he encountered, so he will be entangled here, he can open today!

Huang Zhuanzheng stood up and walked towards the boy under the marble archway with a grin.

"What's your name, this handsome guy?"

The boy turned his head and looked at Huang Zhuanzheng, who suddenly came up with a courteous face, obviously a little overwhelmed.

"Seeing that you are heroic but a little black between your eyebrows, haven't you encountered some troubles?

Xu Shenzhou was stunned.

Every time he enters Sibao Street, he can see the "Huang Banxian" sitting under the archway, and he can also feel that this "Huang Banxian" really has some spiritual power, although it is a little weaker than himself, but it is not easy for young people who have no sect to cultivate to this extent on their own, especially in this era when the aura is thin.

Now this person suddenly came up to calculate a hexagram for himself, and he was struggling with whether to count a hexagram or not.

Last night, Bai Ze gave himself three hundred yuan and said that he would wait for him at the place where he set up his stall today.

Although he only had a brief confrontation with Bai Ze last night, Xu Shenzhou had already felt his insignificance in front of Bai Ze, which could not be made up for by one move, even if he taught himself the "Gilded Thunder Nine Swords", Bai Ze could also see at a glance that his learning skills were not good.

And today's news released by Jiuyuanshan, the first sect of contemporary times, that "Bai Ze's predecessors have returned to the North China headquarters of Jiuyuanshan", coupled with the monstrous demonic aura that he had never seen exuded from Bai Ze's body, also made Xu Shenzhou believe that the person he met last night was Bai Ze.

On the day when the Sword Pavilion was destroyed, Jian Xu, the elder of the outer gate of the Sword Pavilion, stuffed the sealed Qingying Sword and the sword spectrum of the "Gilded Thunder Nine Swords" to himself, so that he could go all the way to the north, and he would meet a person named Bai Ze, or a demon, and as long as he followed Bai Ze, the Sword Pavilion would have another chance to recover!

Xu Shenzhou didn't know why he did this, but in order to repay Jian Xu's nurturing kindness, coupled with his resentment that his ability was weak and difficult to help the sect, Xu Shenzhou still did it.

He met Bai Ze last night.

That should be Bai Ze.

Bai Ze knew that he was just an outer disciple and his cultivation was weak, but he didn't snatch his Qing Ying Sword and the "Gilded Thunder Nine Swords", and gave himself three hundred yuan, so that he could wait for him here tonight.

Xu Shenzhou didn't know what Bai Ze's intentions were, but he still did it, he knew that even if he refused, Bai Ze would definitely find him.

But I don't know how Bai Ze will help him.

In the past few days since he came to North China, he has always been terrified, worried that the two men in black will suddenly appear in front of him, and it is precisely because of this that he is worried all day long.

Recently, I heard that strange people from all over North China gathered on Sibao Street, Xu Shenzhou entered Sibao Street, but it was true that he saw Bai Ze.

Last night he stayed in a hostel and took a shower, but he didn't sleep all night.

In the final analysis, he and Bai Ze are only one-sided, but it is this one-sided relationship that makes them build a short-term connection that is difficult to cut off, how will Bai Ze help him?

Xu Shenzhou didn't know either.

If only Bai Ze had any thoughts about himself.

There's nothing I can do about it.

So he didn't sleep all night last night.

"Do you count it, friend?"

Huang Zhuanzheng smiled and scratched his hair, his current smile didn't look flattering, but as if he really wanted to help Xu Shenzhou.

Xu Shenzhou nodded, he did feel the fluctuation of aura from Huang Zhuanzheng, maybe he could really solve some doubts for him, he nodded, and said, "Yes." ”

Huang Zhuanzheng listened, grinned, and hurriedly made a "please" gesture to Xu Shenzhou, letting Xu Shenzhou sit on the small bench, and he also took out a folding small bench from his bag and sat opposite Xu Shenzhou.

Xu Shenzhou sat straight.

Huang Zhuanzheng was very aggressive, he smiled and said, "It's okay, it's okay." Don't worry, what's your name?"

Xu Shenzhou opened his mouth and said, "Xu Shenzhou." ”

"Ah...... Xu Shenzhou, this name, interesting. ”

The smile on Huang Zhuanzheng's face was a little intriguing, and then he said, "Do you know your birthday?"

Xu Shenzhou frowned, he had been living in the Sword Pavilion since he could remember, and he also knew that he was picked up by Elder Jianxu, so his specific date of birth ...... I really don't know, when I was a child, I just practiced step by step, so he didn't know the eight characters of his birthday.

"I don't know. ”

Seeing Xu Shenzhou shaking his head, Huang Zhuanzheng also knew that it was okay to smile and say, after all, it was normal for him not to remember his birth date this year, he continued: "I don't know if you can take a drop of blood from me?"

"Blood?" Xu Shenzhou wondered.

Now fortune tellers still need this?

Huang Zhuanzheng shook his hand and said: "I am different from other charlatans, my Huang family is talking about real skills, as long as you have a drop of blood, I can measure where your troubles are and what the future is." ”

"Is this so......" Xu Shenzhou had no choice but to nod.

Huang Zhuanzheng saw that Xu Shenzhou had no objection, he took out a wooden box from the bag, there were several silver needles in the wooden box, Huang Zhuanzheng took out one of them, let Xu Shenzhou deep in the left index finger, Huang Zhuanzheng used the silver needle to clean on Xu Shenzhou's index finger, a drop of blood flowed out, Huang Zhuanzheng's eyes were fast, his left hand was wrapped in spiritual power, and he shook it, and a drop of blood flowing out of Xu Shenzhou's index finger was wrapped by Huang Shenzhou's spiritual power and floated in the air, and because the wound was very small, Xu Shenzhou's wound was also healed immediately.

Huang Zhuanzheng held it in his right hand, and the silver needle was curled into a small iron bead and fell into a small cardboard box on the table.

Xu Shenzhou looked at it, there were already a lot of iron beads in the carton, and it seemed that this person had already measured the lives of many people.

With this hand's control of spiritual power, Xu Shenzhou also affirmed Huang Zhuanzheng's ability in his heart.