Doomsday magic cultivator wandering the heavens

Chapter 4 4. Mist
Fortune-telling is a general term, and it is a folk method of predicting numerology.

Originally refers to the process of deducing calculations based on the hexagrams recorded in the Book of Changes, assisted by props (oracle bones, copper coins, yarrow, etc.).

It is used for fortune telling.

Later, it was extended to refer to divination in general, such as looking at the face, touching the bones, four-pillar fortune-telling, and six-pillar feng shui prediction.

Fortune-telling in ordinary folk is mostly a kind of reasoning, based on existing information, such as the temper and character of the fortune-teller, plus the family and how to behave in the world.

In the world of comprehension, because there is indeed spiritual energy and the existence of gods, fortune-telling also means to directly use spiritual energy to spy on fortunetelling, or to spy on fortunetelling with the help of the gods and ancestors.

It's a pity that Chen Mo is already in the Dharma-ending era, so he naturally has no aura to use, and as a demon cultivator, he naturally has no gods and ancestors to rely on.

It's not that the demon cultivators don't have patriarchs to become gods and ancestors, but that the demon cultivators become gods and ancestors. Chen Mo didn't dare to get involved at all. Who knows if there are any great demons who want to seize their homes and be reborn again? The plan to live forever.

But there is no backing and no aura, so it is not impossible to have a fortune-telling.

In fact, everything is spiritual, but some are spiritual, and some are weak. The spiritual things naturally know how to seek good luck and avoid evil.

Chen Mo squatted down, put down the camouflage backpack and pistol in his hands, then took off the backpack on his back, and found a knife and a small bowl from it.

He lightly cut his finger and put half a bowl of blood in the bowl.

Seeing that the blood was almost drained, Qianfilia healed Chen Mo's wound in an instant.

Although there is no spiritual energy in the Dharma-ending era, as a human being and a practitioner, Chen Mo's blood is naturally full of spirituality.

Chen Mo stood up holding a small bowl containing his own blood, muttering something.

With the sound of Chen Mo chanting the mantra, the blood in the small bowl began to surge, and bubbles appeared like boiling.

This is a manifestation of the spirituality in the blood being activated.

Chen Mo waited for a while, and when he saw that the spirituality in the blood was activated to the peak, he turned over the hand holding the small bowl and poured out the bowl of blood.

The small bowl of blood was poured on the ground, and it wriggled like a living thing.

Climb towards the door that is decorated with scary decorations and written with fog.

But after all, the spirituality is limited and after climbing two steps, the blood can no longer maintain its shape, and it spreads out, dripping everywhere.

But even if the blood dripped everywhere, most of it flowed towards the door with thick fog written on it.

In this way, the bad luck is self-evident.

Although it was a little unexpected that the ugly door would be more dangerous, it was not unacceptable to Chen Mo, after all, there are many things in this world who pretend to be pigs and eat tigers.

Now that the auspiciousness is determined, there is nothing to hesitate.

Chen Mo put the bowl back into his backpack, then picked up the camouflage bag, and opened the door representing the thick fog.

The moment the door was opened, Chen Mo felt in a trance for a while, and he had already entered a room.

Looking around, I didn't see a single figure in the room.

This is a wooden room, and there is a big fireplace in the room. Chen Mo has only seen this kind of fireplace in European and American movies. In reality, he has never seen this kind of house in China. He wants to come to China except for certain tourist attractions. This kind of house should not be seen outside.

Then there is a high probability that they came to the region of the European and American generation.

There is also a photo hanging above the fireplace, which should be the family portrait of the family. A pair of young men with blond hair are supporting two old men with white hair. There is a little girl beside the old man's legs. It seems that the family is enjoying themselves happily. look.

This made Chen Mo more sure that this should be a house somewhere in Europe and America.

This made him more vigilant, because many places in Europe and the United States do not prohibit firearms, Chen Mo does not want to be shot in the head because of carelessness.

Carefully search the house, the house is not big, a total of two floors.

During the search, Chen Mo even deliberately made a noise, trying to lure the snake out of the hole to attract the attention of the owner of the house, but there was no one in the whole house. After searching around, Chen Mo came to the hall again.

Sitting on the sofa and thinking.

Should not be ah.

According to what the strong white man said, there must be someone in the house he entered.

Unless the scope of activities this time is not just this one house.

Thinking of this, Chen Mo stood up.

Walk towards the door.

"Crack!"

Pushing hard, the door was opened directly.

Chen Mo looked outside the door and found that the door was shrouded in a thick fog.

The dense fog was so dense that people's visibility dropped to less than two meters.

Looking at the thick fog, Chen Mo frowned. The fog with such visibility is really suitable for sneak attack.

Just when Chen Mo was thinking like this.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly a voice came from the fog.

The sound was like a mosquito flapping its wings in the summer night, but it was many times louder than ordinary mosquitoes.

The voice quickly moved from far to near.

It's for me!

Realizing this, Chen Mo immediately closed the door forcefully.

"Snapped!"

The moment Chen Mo closed the door, the thing in the mist also rushed out, and hit the door directly, making an astonishing sound.

Under the impact, the wooden door cracked a few cracks.

Through these gaps, Chen Mo also saw what was about to attack him suddenly.

This is a huge bug, almost the size of an adult's head. The wings of this bug are somewhat similar to those of a mosquito, so it can make a sound similar to that of a mosquito.

And it doesn't have the mouthparts as long as a mosquito, but instead has two jaws like an ant. It doesn't look like this thing is vegetarian.

After the thing hit the door, it immediately began to pull up the cracks, trying to squeeze into the room where Chen Mo was located through the cracks in the door.

"What the hell."

After Chen Mo cursed secretly, he directly cut his finger, summoned the thousand silkworm, and stretched it towards the crack in the door.

Originally, he wanted to raise the gun and shoot directly, but after thinking about it, the sound of the gun was too loud, and it was too attention-grabbing.

No one knows what other ghosts are in this fog. If you shoot and attract other things in the fog, it will be difficult to clean up.

The use of thousand-filament worms is not free, at least every time the thousand-filament worms are used, the user will always be injured.

Chen Mo's thousand silkworm has the power of a bull, so strangling this big bug is naturally easy.

Chen Mo looked at the bug's body, took a breath and went forward to check it out.

what!
Something is wrong!
Taking in this breath, a ecstatic smile appeared on Chen Mo's face.

It's Reiki!
It turned out to be aura!
There was obviously no aura in the room just now, where did the aura come from.

It's fog!
There is aura in this mist!
(End of this chapter)