"Haha... Is Qiao Bo's daughter-in-law not used to riding a tractor? ”

"Don't be afraid! Uncle Kai is steady! The custodian will bring you safely to the town. ”

Qiao Zhijun is a hearty middle-aged man, and he knows that Qiao Bo's daughter-in-law is a city girl, so he intimately explained a few words.

"That's right! Qiao Bo's daughter-in-law, Zhijun's car is very stable, if you feel bumpy, just sit on Qiao Bo's lap, we don't see it..."

"Haha..."

The people in the carriage burst out laughing.

Qiao Bo coughed uncomfortably, carefully put Song Ning on the tractor car, and then jumped in himself and took her into his arms.

Chopper kept a straight face, trying to ignore the teasing expressions of the other people in the car.

Everyone's laughter didn't reach Song Ning's ears at all, she looked at the black mist condensed on the heads of a carriage of people, and clenched her fingers.

Song Ning said to Qiao Bo that she was the most powerful of her senior brothers, but she didn't deceive.

She is a natural descendant of metaphysics, and she is the best embryo to learn metaphysics, because she gave birth to a pair of "spiritual eyes".

Everyone in Xuanmen needs a medium to see the number of people's lives and deaths, or the eight characters of birth, or the bones to see the appearance, or to measure the words and scatter money...

But she doesn't need it, her eyes can directly see everyone's luck and life and death.

Normal people's luck is pale yellow, and the better the luck, the darker the color.

The luck of the atmospheric luck is yellow with purple in it, such as Qiaobo.

Chopper was the luckiest man she'd ever met.

For those who are unlucky, the luck on the top of their heads is grayish, such as the Xiao family and his wife.

There are also several special types of people whose luck is a little red, such as policemen, soldiers, and the like.

Chopper's luck was red in it, but his luck was strong, and the red turned purple.

So the people in her eyes are all colorful, especially when there are more people, it is as if they have fallen into a sea of colors.

But at this time, the luck of the people sitting in the carriage was black.

Because of the large number of people, luck blended with each other and became a hazy black mist.

This color of luck, Song Ning has only seen in one kind of person, that is... The Dying!

In other words, everyone in the car will die soon...

Under what circumstances would all such a car of people die?

Car accident!

Song Ning's eyes widened fiercely.

The plot in the novel revolves around the heroine Song Wan, and even she and Qiao Bo don't write much, let alone the people in Qiaojia Village.

Song Ning didn't get much help from the novel, and she and Qiao Bo couldn't calculate the future because they didn't count themselves.

The people on the carriage, Song Ning can deduce the fortune telling grid for him, but the fortune telling has three and four does not count, and one of them is that those who are not sincere are not counted.

Song Ning glanced at the people in the carriage, did they believe her?

That's it!

Whether they believe it or not, there is no way she will not be able to see so many people die without saving!

Song Ning's gaze moved from the carriage to the front of the car, and finally settled on Qiao Zhijun.

"Uncle Zhijun, I will calculate the hexagram, do you mind if I calculate a hexagram for you?"

Song Ning looked at Qiao Zhijun, who had just shaken the tractor and was putting the crank on the left side of the car, with a smile.

"Fortune telling? That's a good idea! You count! ”

Qiao Zhijun is a good old man's temper, and seeing that Qiao Bo's little daughter-in-law was finally willing to speak, he immediately said cooperatively.

"Then bother you to say three counts, within ten, just say three!"

Song Ning immediately asked with a big snake.

“389”

Qiao Zhijun got on the tractor and casually said three numbers without care.

Song Ning immediately stretched out his left hand and began to calculate with "Little Liuren", quick joy, red mouth, empty death...

Song Ning's thumb stopped on the empty death.

The empty death is ominous, the yin people are less perverse, there is no interest in seeking wealth, and there are disasters for pedestrians...

It's for the great murderer!

The cold sweat on Song Ning's forehead came out all of a sudden, and a body of white sweat also appeared on her body.

"What's wrong? Under the weather? ”

Qiao Bo looked at Song Ning with concern, from the time she got on the tractor just now, she was very wrong.

"I'm fine!"

Song Ning forced herself to calm down, glanced at the time on her watch, and continued to calculate the hour.

It is now seven o'clock in the morning, and seven o'clock is the hour of the hour, which ranks fifth among the twelve heavenly stems and earthly branches, and the number five is taken.

Count five clockwise from the void, facing the red mouth.

The red mouth is the main tongue, right and wrong must be guarded against, the lost property is quickly discussed, and the pedestrians are panicked.

Song Ning's finger pressed on the red mouth, and her heart was relieved, fortunately, things still had a turnaround.

Although there will be some verbal discourse, in terms of results, things are still under control.

"Qiao Bo's daughter-in-law, have you figured out something? Count with us..."

The people in the carriage looked at Song Ning pinching his fingers and calculating there, and he was coaxing to calculate.

"Zhijun... Drive quickly, San'er is dying..."

In the distance, several people ran over with a dilapidated door panel.

Qiao Bo couldn't take care of Song Ning, and helped Qiao Zhijun lift people onto the tractor.

As soon as a few big men got into the car, the car suddenly became full.

Qiao Zhijun didn't dare to delay, stepped on the head of the tractor in a few steps, held the handlebar, and slowly started the tractor.

"Let's get off..."

Song Ning wanted to drag Qiao Bo out of the car, but was interrupted by the loud noise of the tractor.

Dodo... Dodo...

"What's going on?"

Qiao Zhijun carefully held the tractor head and asked.

"I don't know! The people who went down to the ground in the morning found San'er at the foot of the mountain, and San'er passed out at that time and never woke up. ”

The man who carried San'er over was the captain of Qiaojia Village, Qiao Junshan.

His face was heavy, and there was still a family in San'er's family waiting for him to feed, if...

The people in the car were also frightened by San'er's face covered with blood, and they didn't dare to come out of the atmosphere, and the carriage was very quiet for a while.

Qiao Bo had been helping the captain just now to hold on to the door panel, and he didn't hear what Song Ning said.

After the tractor started, he was worried that he would scare Song Ning, so he pressed Song Ning's head into his arms.

Fortunately, the carriage is very crowded now, and everyone is focused on San'er, and Qiao Boluo is a little more relaxed.

Song Ning raised her head from Qiao Bo's arms violently, she thought of the key point!

Just now, she Qiao Zhijun's hexagram deduced that he would indeed die in a car accident soon after.

Qiaojia Village is located in a mountainous area, more than 40 kilometers away from the town, not to mention the car now, the tractor is a treasure.

So a car accident should be a rollover or a rockfall.

Song Ning recalled the journey from Qiaojia Village to the town, and locked the location of the accident in Xishanling, which was not far ahead.

Song Ning turned his head to look at the top of Qiao Bo's head, in a layer of black luck, Qiao Bo's purple red luck was like an incomparably bright light bulb.

But now the luck on the top of Qiao Bo's head also has a tendency to gradually turn black...

The accident should have happened during this time period, and Song Ning's expression suddenly became solemn.

She shouted at Qiao Zhijun coldly: "Stop!" ”

The sudden sound of the tractor muffled Song Ning's voice, and Qiao Zhijun didn't hear Song Ning's words.

Only Qiao Bo, who had been paying attention to her, lowered his head, "What's wrong?" Still uncomfortable? ”

"Qiao Bo's daughter-in-law, you can hold on if you feel uncomfortable, San'er's situation can't wait, we have to compete with Hades!"