Bo Ye's little ancestor has made a sensation in the world again

Chapter 1126 The gradually revealed truth...

The next day.

When Bao Gucheng got up, his mind was a little sore.

He glanced at the bed where he was sleeping with all his clothes on, the half-read documents on the table, and the window that was blown open by the wind...

When did he fall asleep last night, why didn't he have any memory?
I vaguely remembered that I was quite angry last night, and I wanted to get angry, but when I woke up this time, although I had a headache, the sullenness in my heart disappeared.

When did I become so broad-minded?

Hearing the sound of him getting up, Chenlong outside the door came in with a tablet computer in his hand to report the task.

After saying a few words, Bao Gucheng interrupted: "Did I do anything special last night?"

It's okay if I don't mention it, Chenlong almost cried when I mentioned it: "Master, you drilled us too hard last night, my waist almost broke - I was thrown by your shoulder and almost broke in half. "

Is this special enough?

Bao Gucheng pondered: "Is there nothing else?"

Chen Long: "You knocked us all down...then you came back to sleep in distaste, nothing else."

Brothers aren't special enough, sir!

Bao Gucheng frowned: "Go ahead and report."

"Master, after finding out that your second brother Bo Huanxi was related to Qingcheng's burial last time, didn't you suspect that there was someone behind that idiot?"

"We've been staring at him and finally found a clue."

"That playboy of his actually believes in fortune-telling, and often gives money to a bunch of charlatans."

Bao Gucheng sneered: "What kind of fate is he?"

Chen Long was a little embarrassed: "When will he inherit the Bo family's property...and when will you...cough, dead. It was rumored in the circles of the imperial capital that you died on your 25th birthday, and he was the first to release it." The news. Damn, those blind fortune-tellers are really talking nonsense..."

Bao Gucheng's expression was blank, as if he had heard others say that he had a short life, and he had already taken it for granted: "This kind of unnutritious information, are you wasting my time?"

"No, sir, listen to me, the point is, one of the most superstitious fortune tellers, Bo Huanxi, also frequents the Nangong family!"

"so what?"

It's good that Chenlong didn't mention Nangong Mo, but when he mentioned it, Bao Gucheng remembered why he was angry last night, "I love fortune-telling so much, why don't I count his own death someday."

To save that thing from always dangling in front of Miss Zuer.

"Master Bo, I didn't think there was anything wrong with both Nangong Mo and Bo Huanxi being superstitious about fortune-telling masters. At most, it means that they are not very good at science and culture. To make predictions, they are looking for a high-IQ and domineering divine prophecy player like Miss Zuer." Right? What kind of skills do those fortune-telling old men have? His most famous achievement recently seems to be selling a piece of talisman paper to the vice president, so that the vice president got what he wanted, but the vice president was diagnosed with a terminal illness and his life was shortened by ten years hahaha It's amazing..."

Just when Chenlong was rambling, walking farther and farther on the road of reporting and gossip, Bao Gucheng almost got impatient and threw him out.

He finally got to the point.

"...Master, the point is, this master has been haunting Qingcheng Mountain recently. Qingcheng Mountain is the place where brothers die tragically and are buried. We thought that Bo Huanxi was not the murderer, because if he killed someone, there was no need to bury the body in a six-pointed star formation." , but it would be different if you were a fortune-teller. I heard that this fortune-teller is most proficient in not fortune-telling, but geomantic omen..."

The so-called feng shui kanyu, in layman's terms, means that people choose the feng shui orientation of the grave.

Setting up a magic circle in a cemetery is absolutely unthinkable for most people.

But for those who specialize in feng shui in graves, that's not necessarily the case.

Coincidental details are connected step by step, and some truths seem to be only one step away.

"What's this person's name?" Bao Gucheng's eyes darkened.

"Wu Ming, Master Wu Ming."

"Bo Huanxi, Nangong Mo, Wu Ming..." Bo Gucheng's voice turned cold, his tone changed abruptly, and he suddenly asked a question——

"Where is she?"

(End of this chapter)