This sentence bombarded Song Bin's ears like thunder, making Song Bin stunned in place for a long time.

The fortune teller smiled at Song Bin: "Young man, are you interested in chatting with the old man?"

Song Bin came back to his senses with a shudder, and then hurriedly ran to the old man's stall, squatted down and looked at the old man: "How do you know that I am an orange blooded person?"

The fortune teller shook his head with a smile, ignored Song Bin, and began to clean up the stall by himself. Seeing that he obviously wanted to close the stall and leave, Song Bin frowned and grabbed the old man's busy hand: "Let me ask you." ”

"Young man, don't be so irritable, do you think this is the place to talk?" the old man always smiled, not annoyed by Song Bin's arrogance.

Song Bin hurriedly let go of his hand and looked up at the people around him. No one would have cared about this fortune-telling booth before, but since Song Bin now looks like he wants to beat this fortune-teller, how can he not attract other people's onlookers.

The old man smiled at Song Bin again, and then continued to clean up the stall. Song Bin didn't bother anymore, just stood there and waited quietly. The crowd of onlookers around saw that there was nothing lively to see, and they all left with a regretful face.

From the beginning to the end of the old man cleaning up the stall, he never said a word again. After cleaning up, he just put the packed stall on his shoulder, and walked slowly towards Song Bin's road when he came. Song Bin thought about it, and also raised his legs to follow behind the old man.

Song Bin followed for a while, and found that the old man was actually walking in the direction of the snow mountain, and immediately frowned again. Could it be that this old man lives on a snowy mountain? But he has been to the snow-capped mountain twice, and he has not seen any artificially built tents or thatched huts or other places where people can live.

And on this cold day, the old man is only wearing a robe, he is not cold? Recalling the old man's previous sentence, Song Bin felt that the old man in front of him must be more than just a fortune teller.

At the same time that Song Bin was wondering, the old man in front of him suddenly sped up, and Song Bin didn't have time to think about it, so he hurriedly accelerated to keep up. To Song Bin's surprise, the old man's speed was getting faster and faster, and Song Bin faintly began to show signs of not being able to keep up without using the abilities of the game character.

In the end, there was no way, Song Bin could only slash with ten consecutive slashes of the arrogant sword and mad knife, and followed the old man closely one by one. After nearly 20 kilometers of road, the two arrived at the foot of the snow-capped mountain in more than half an hour without taking any means of transportation.

When there were still people on the street before, the old man still walked slowly like an ordinary person. When I arrived at the outskirts of the city, coupled with the Chinese New Year, there were few people on the road at all. The old man had only begun to pick up his pace, otherwise it would have been a hell of a sight if their steps were seen by others.

After arriving at the foot of the snowy mountain, the old man turned around and looked at Song Bin with a smile on his face: "Yes, an orange-blooded person can keep up with the speed of the old man and will not be out of breath, you are the first person." ”

"Who are you?" Song Bin looked at the old man in front of him vigilantly.

The old man did not answer, and turned around again and walked towards the snowy mountain. Song Bin also followed up again, and before he figured out whether the other party was friend or foe, Song Bin would not rashly make a move. Besides, the tone of the old man's words obviously didn't take Song Bin too seriously, if Song Bin did it rashly, maybe he would suffer in the end.

Song Bin followed all the way, and after a big circle, the two came to the back of the mountain at the foot of the snow mountain, and the old man stopped. After casually pushing aside a boulder, a two-person-wide hole was revealed. Then the old man walked towards the entrance of the cave.

Song Bin hurriedly stepped forward and found that there was a built staircase below the entrance of the cave. Song Bin didn't rush to follow, and looked around. No wonder I didn't notice it before, it turned out that the entrance was blocked by a boulder, and it really took a lot of thought.

After Song Bin walked down the stairs, he found that this was an underground dwelling that had been dug out artificially. Although it is underground, there are all kinds of things inside, and as for the person who dug it up, you don't need to think about it to know that it is the old fortune teller.

"Who the hell are you?" Song Bin asked the same question again.

"Young man, don't be so impetuous. Having been cursed twice and evolved into orange blood, hasn't it calmed down your mentality? The first thing a strong person must do is to keep his mentality free from the outside world at all times. The old man said to Song Bin in a childlike tone.

Song Bin was shocked, the unastonishing fortune teller in front of him not only knew that he was orange blood, but even knew that he had been cursed twice. Could it be that this old man can really pinch it? This is a bit too ridiculous, is there really such a master in the world?

However, Song Bin was very unhappy with this old man's instructive tone: "I don't need you to teach me, you haven't told me who you are." ”

"I, as you can see, I'm just a fortune teller. The old man smiled and stroked his goatee.

"I'm not asking you this, I'm asking how you know I'm orange blood and know that I've been cursed?" Song Bin said with a little unpleasantness.

Bullshit, do you still use yourself to introduce yourself as a Taoist priest?

"It doesn't matter. The old man waved his hand and said, "The important thing is, how did you evolve to orange blood, and who removed the curse from your body?"

"No, it's important. Because it's directly related to whether or not I'm going to kill you to make sure my secret doesn't leak out. Song Bin hooked the corners of his mouth and looked at the fortune teller with cold eyes, looking like I would kill people at any time.

"Kill me?" the old man shook his head with a smile, quietly picked up a dagger from the table, and gently swiped it on his finger, and then saw that the finger that had been cut began to bleed blood.

Song Bin was stunned for a moment, and looked at the old man blankly: "Huang... Yellow blood, you are actually yellow blood. ”

It's really ridiculous that a person with orange blood actually opened his mouth to threaten a person with yellow blood. It's a bit of a taste of life and death. However, if the other party behaves like this, then it means that the other party does not want to be an enemy of himself.

Song Bin thought about it carefully, since they are the same kind of people, and the other party is stronger than himself, and he looks very kind. Then there is no need to hide it, if you want others to respect you, you must first respect others.

Since the other party released his kindness first, it would be good to respond to it himself, and then ask him about it.

"The curse in my body was removed by a friend who knew how to evolve to orange blood. Actually, I don't know very well, but I suspect it may have something to do with the secret base on the top of the mountain. ”

"Secret base?" The old man was stunned when he heard this, he had lived in this snowy mountain for not a year and a half, why had he never heard of any base on the mountain?