In front of the fortune-telling booth under the statue of the Xuanwu God, Lin Huang frowned slightly, then shook his head, and said to the bad old man: "Three strings of sugar gourds, we will leave after returning a string of money!"

The bad old man ignored Lin Huang, and his dim eyes in the narrow eyes were slightly condensed, and suddenly they shone brightly, as if they were filled with stars.

Then, the old man's brows furrowed, and he put the lottery holder on the stall in front of Lin Huang, and said flatly: "Smoke one!"

The forest was slightly hesitant.

It's not that he doesn't want to tell fortunes, but he is afraid that this bad old man really has the ability of immortals, and the critic is good at using methods such as facing the texture to deduce the past and present lives, and calculate some things that should not be calculated, such as those related to Zuo Jiamingjiao.

"Brother Changsheng, you quickly draw a lot, draw one!"

Tang Xiaoqi raised the sticker and looked at Lin Huang expectantly and anxiously.

Lin Huang's brows condensed slightly, and then with a flick of his fingers, he took out a bamboo stick from the stick holder and landed on the fortune-telling stall.

The little girl immediately picked up the bamboo stick, wanting to see the contents of the bamboo stick first, but she exclaimed in surprise, "Ah...... Why is there nothing?"

Well?

The old man frowned for a moment, his eyes lit up, and he snatched the bamboo stick.

"It's ......"

The bad old man stroked the beard at his chin with his hand, his face was puzzled, and he was a little surprised, and his brows were furrowed like never before, "Unfathomable!"

"Ah......h

Tang Xiaoqi was surprised, and then became furious, "You bad old man, you want to deceive people again, look at the trick!"

Saying that, Tang Xiaoqi grabbed an ancient book again, and he was about to tear it to pieces.

"Stop!"

The bad old man shouted, then stared at Tang Xiaoqi and said, "Who said that the bad old man is a liar, what ordinary people can't measure is nothing to the old man." What about the compass you hidden, give it to me!"

Oh!

Tang Xiaoqi suddenly let out a well-behaved oh, took out a compass from behind his back in an orderly manner, and handed it to the bad old man.

"Hands up!"

The bad old man waved his arm, moved the compass in front of Lin Huang, and said solemnly.

Lin Huang scratched his head, and then pressed one hand on the compass. Suddenly, the compass was dazzling, and all the palm prints of Lin Huang were printed into the compass.

The old man waved his arms, and the compass was suspended in the air.

Then, the bad old man slowly closed his eyes again, facing the compass hanging in front of him, crossed his palms to seal the seal, and kept changing the gesture of the seal.

Under the sunset at dusk, in front of the fortune-telling booth next to the statue of the Xuanwu god, the compass is bright, as bright as starlight, and like the rune light of Taoism, which is unpredictable.

For half an hour, all Lin Huang could see was that the old man made one hundred and eighty-two gestures, all of which were full of incomprehensible charm.

And with the passage of time, in the light curtain on the compass like the Milky Way hanging upside down, simple and profound ancient words slowly emerged.

"Brother Changsheng, what is written here, why can't I understand anything!"

Tang Xiaoqi scratched his head and asked Lin Huang.

Lin Huang shook his head, and then guessed, "The hidden dragon is in the abyss?"

Subsequently, in the Milky Way light curtain, words appeared.

- Wait for the storm!

Broken army is in distress.

Cover is lucky.

When four lines of small characters appeared in the Milky Way light curtain, the bad old man suddenly stopped his sealed hands, exhaled a long breath, and his shriveled face looked extremely pale.

"Hey...... What's wrong with you, do you want to eat a string of sugar gourds?"

Looking at the weak appearance of the bad old man, Tang Xiaoqi frowned.

The bad old man showed a smile on his face, and then became more and more serious, and after a short rest, his hands were frantically sealed again, so fast that with Lin Huang's current eyesight, he couldn't see clearly.

In a few breaths, the Milky Way light curtain on the compass rose sharply, reaching more than three feet high. And the text that follows slowly emerges:

Shura was born.

Every step of the way.

Death is a game.

Unable to return to the sky.

When the last sentence appeared, the galactic light curtain in the void suddenly disappeared, and the compass fell to the ground. The old man's pupils suddenly dilated, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Tang Xiaoqi was taken aback suddenly, walked around to the back of the stall, and patted the bad old man's back, "How are you?"

"Ouch...... I'm tired of the old man!"

The old man leaned back and sat down on the chair, looked at the little girl pitifully and said, "You can give the old man a few more strings of sugar gourds!"

"Well, I can't finish it today anyway!"

Tang Xiaoqi said in a big way, and then pushed the bad old man, "Then tell me quickly, is my immortal brother a bloody disaster?"

The smile on the old man's face froze suddenly, and then he shook his head and repeated the prophecy:

The hidden dragon is in the abyss, waiting for the wind and clouds.

Breaking the army is in distress, and it is covered with luck.

Shura came into the world, and every step was a catastrophe.

The game of death, powerless to return to the sky!

Lin Huang's brows were already furrowed......

Tang Xiaoqi suddenly glared, his heart was full of bad premonitions, and he shouted, "Can you say something that this girl can understand?"

The bad old man smiled, "That means that your boss is a real dragon in the world, and you have to fight with your phoenix life!"

"I like this sentence!"

Tang Xiaoqi's eyes narrowed into crescent moons.

"It's just that to become a real dragon, you need to gather the wind and clouds, otherwise it's just a hidden dragon, and it will take time!"

The bad old man continued.

"It's okay, my immortal brother is young!

The little girl laughed and said, "What does it mean to break the army and suffer from luck?"

"That is to say, your boss, like a broken army star in the sky, is a general who dominates the world. It's a pity that the time has not come, and I am as tired as a lost dog!"

"Don't scold my elder brother for being a dog!"

Tang Xiaoqi shouted, and then asked, "What about the back?"

The bad old man's face sank, "Shura came to the world, and every step of the way was a catastrophe." It means that he has the potential to come into the world and kill the world, but every step of the way is a catastrophe, and if he is not careful, he will be shattered and will never recover!"

"Ah......h

The little girl was suddenly shocked, and looked at the bad old man with a worried face, "Could it be ...... Is this what you call the Bloodlight Plague?"

The old man shook his head.

"You bad old man, you're really bad, slow and eager to die!"

Tang Xiaoqi said angrily.

The bad old man sighed, looked up at Lin Huang, shook his head and said, "Where is the bloody disaster now, but he has fallen into a mortal situation, and he himself has no power to return to the sky!"

Lin Huang's face remained unchanged, the shallow smile on the corner of his mouth was still the same, and when the prophecy appeared, he already knew it in his heart.

Song Hanshan is his mortal situation!

Bang.

Listening to the bad old man's words, Tang Xiaoqi sat on the ground in fright, looking a little masterless, and then dragged the corner of the bad old man's clothes, and said pitifully: "Old man, you are so powerful." There must be a way to resolve it, you tell Xiaoqi quickly, I will give you all my sugar gourds."

The bad old man shook his head, "It's useless for you to call me an old fairy!"

"Old Immortal, Old Immortal, Old Immortal, Old Immortal!"

Tang Xiaoqi called four old immortals in a row.

The bad old man still shook his head, "The bad old man really can't find that glimmer of life!"

"You ......"

Tang Xiaoqi stood up angrily in an instant, staring at the bad old man with clear eyes, and then his body instantly softened, and he looked at the bad old man pleadingly, "Old man fairy, Xiaoqi please, you save the immortal brother!"

"Xiaoqi!"

Lin Huang suddenly spoke.

"Brother Changsheng, give it to me quickly, didn't you hear, it's a mortal situation!"

Tang Xiaoqi looked back at Lin Huang, his face full of sorrow.

Lin Huang smiled, "The old gentleman is bluffing you, not only does he not want to pay back the money, but he also wants to cheat your sugar gourd, don't be deceived by his rhetoric!"

Listening to Lin Huang's words, the old man frowned slightly, and then laughed secretly.

"Ah......h

Tang Xiaoqi turned around, just in time to see the bad old man snickering, full of treacherous appearance. The angry Tang Xiaoqi was instantly furious, and a pair of small hands crackled and smashed the fortune-telling stall.

"You ......"

The bad old man was also furious, waiting for Tang Xiaoqi with his eyes. Then he brushed his sleeves and reprimanded, "Forget it, the old fairy doesn't care about the little girl, you guys go quickly!"

Hum!

The little girl snorted suddenly, showing off her might, and the anger in her heart had not yet eased.

Lin Huang smiled calmly, took Tang Xiaoqi's little hand, and said with a smile: "Okay, the stall is also smashed." We are chivalrous and righteous people, and we don't have the same knowledge as old gentlemen!"

"Don't let me see you again, bad old man, you're dead!"

Tang Xiaoqi waved his fist and followed Lin Huang away with a hum.

The bad old man snorted twice, looked at the backs of the two who left, his anger gradually dissipated, he sighed and shook his head, and muttered to himself:

The hidden dragon is in the abyss, waiting for the wind and clouds.

Breaking the army is in distress, and it is covered with luck.

Shura came into the world, and every step was a catastrophe.

The game of death, powerless to return to the sky!

(End of chapter)