I have a weird dynasty

Chapter 448 Divination (asking for monthly ticket)

Qin Ze was so frightened that the water plants on his body fluttered. Suddenly, two strands of red hair flew out from behind him and instantly wrapped around the Taoist priest, making him unable to move.

Amid the sound of clanging, a bloody blade flashed before his eyes, and the ghost Taoist's head fell from his shoulders and rolled away.

“People’s hearts are not as old as they used to be!”

This ghost was at least a fifth-level one. Sang Que's knife could not take the ghost's life. Even without its head, the Taoist ghost's body was still there. His arms were entangled by Xia Chan's hair. He still held the flag in one hand and shook a fortune stick in the other.

There is already a stick about to fall out, with "bad luck" written on it.

If that fortune stick falls to the ground, nothing good will happen.

Sang Que was quick-witted and quick-handed. Before the stick fell to the ground, he used the force of dismemberment to snatch the stick tube from the ghost Taoist priest's hand.

The fortune stick tube left his hand, and the ghost Taoist's breath quickly weakened. Qin Ze also reacted at this time. The water plants on his body shot out like lightning, and together with the two strands of red hair, they completely restrained the ghost Taoist's body.

The paper-folding craftsman, dressed like a martial artist in an opera troupe, appeared silently behind the ghost Taoist priest. Paper scraps flew like snow, sticking layer after layer on the ghost Taoist priest. In a few breaths, he turned the ghost Taoist priest into a paper man.

Sangque shook off the painting and took away the paper man.

After a close call, I got a fortune stick and a paper man substitute with the strength of the fifth level. Good thing!
After the crisis was resolved, Qin Ze breathed a sigh of relief, but when he turned around, he found that there were two summer cicadas behind the mulberry bird.

"How did you become a cicada?" Xia Chan tilted his head in confusion.

Hua Qianmian smiled slyly with the face of a summer cicada, "Because little cicadas are cute."

After saying that, Hua Qianmian slowly changed back to her original appearance. Not only did she turn into Xia Chan, she also used her hair to attack the ghost Taoist priest like Xia Chan.

Hua Qianmian has been doing various verifications and attempts in recent months. She has pretended to be all the ghost walkers in Mingyue Mountain.

When pretending, she can also simulate the other person's abilities, but her strength can only reach half. In this process, the more people recognize her pretend identity, the stronger her simulated abilities will be.

After this little accident, Qin Ze became depressed. There were many hidden talents around Sang Que, all of them were masters. Even Liu Tianyou, the seemingly weak scholar, was controlling a ghost who was once the sixth level champion. Now Liu Tianyou's strength has reached the fifth level.

Qin Ze, who had the fourth-level strength, was considered an expert in the Evil Suppression Division. But when he arrived at Mingyue Mountain, he became not as good as he used to be, which made him very frustrated.

When the Taoist ghost approached him just now, he was intimidated. This won’t do. He has to find a way to improve!
After the three people got on the carriage, Qin Ze pulled the reins and continued to drive the carriage on the road.

In the carriage, Hua Qianmian and Xia Chan looked at the stick tube in Sang Que's hand with curiosity.

The stick tube is very old and has the standard characteristics of a Yin object. It is stained with blood and contains twenty-five sticks. The sticks and the bamboo tube are integrated. Under normal circumstances, they cannot be taken directly out of the bamboo tube.

When the fortune stick is completely in the stick tube, you can't see clearly what is written on it.

Xia Chan stretched out his hand to pull out a thorn, but was slapped away by Sang Que, "Don't move, be careful that the hexagram you pulled out will come true."

Sang Que took out the divination sticks one by one by dismembering them and placed them on the table. Only when the divination sticks left the bamboo tube did the blood words appear on them.

"Wow, out of the twenty-five lots, twenty-four are bad and only one is a great lot." Hua Qianmian exclaimed.

Sang Que carefully examined it and determined the function and usage of the fortune stick tube, and then used his ability to piece together the twenty-five fortune sticks.

If used separately, the effect will be very poor. "The function of the fortune stick is very simple, just shake it towards the enemy, and if the fortune stick falls to the ground, if it is a bad fortune, it will be in line with the words often said by the fake Taoist priests, 'Within three steps, there will be a bloody disaster', which means that within three steps, bad luck will definitely come."

Upon hearing this, Xia Chan shook his head like a rattle and backed away.

Hua Qianmian asked, "Is there any way to crack it?"

The journey was long and there was nothing to do, so Sang Que deliberately kept things in suspense and asked, "If you meet these fake Taoist priests on the street, what do they usually say?"

Hua Qianmian's eyes lit up, "I understand. Give me the money and ask the Taoist to help resolve the bloody disaster."

Sang Que nodded, "That's right. The way to crack the hexagram is to pay money. When we met the Taoist ghost before, didn't he shout, 'Three copper coins determine the outcome, one mystery solves the mystery'? So if you want to crack the worst hexagram, you have to give the person holding the hexagram tube exactly three copper coins within three steps."

"What if we get the best fortune?" Hua Qianmian asked again.

"Good luck, everything goes well, but the person holding the lottery box is unlucky."

"Fortunately, there is only one good fortune stick." Hua Qianmian consoled, "Then what is the price for shaking the stick stick tube?"

Sang Que said, "I don't really understand this. It seems like there is no cost, but when I think about it, it seems impossible. There must be some loss."

"Yes!" Xia Chan nodded vigorously in agreement.

Hua Qianmian leaned against the carriage and yawned, "It's okay, there's still a long way to go. Next time I encounter a ghost, I'll just take my time."

The rumbling of the carriages left longer tracks, and the overcast sky in Qinzhou made it difficult to distinguish the flow of day and night.

Along the way, ghosts that were not strong enough did not dare to approach when they sensed the aura of the carriage. They also did not encounter many fifth-level evil ghosts like the ghost Taoist priest.

In order to save time and travel quickly, they chose to cross the river when they arrived at it. However, they saw a female ghost washing her hair and singing a gentle tune by the river.

Sang Que gave the fortune stick tube to Chi Gui and asked him to go find the female ghost and try. However, when Chi Gui took two steps closer, the female ghost dived into the river and disappeared.

Later, Sang Que discovered that there was a powerful ghost in the depths of the blood mist. He directly released the ghost domain and pulled up the theater building, trapping the ghost in the theater building, and then let the red ghost take the fortune stick to try.

After repeated verification, it was found that when the Red Ghost shook out the worst fortune, the ghost on the opposite side would be in trouble within three seconds. Either he would fail to escape and run into a gun, or he would accidentally hit himself when trying to counterattack the Red Ghost, and he would definitely be injured, a bloody disaster.

There is indeed a price to pay. After using the lottery tube, the red ghost also started to become unlucky. She became a flying corpse, and her speed and reaction were far beyond that of ordinary people. She could even crash into a tree while speeding along the ground.

There was also a time when I was standing still and suddenly slipped, and my nails scratched my face when I was tearing ghosts apart. This situation lasted for three days before it was relieved.

Sang Que was just glad that she could control the red ghost to use the Yin object, otherwise if such bad luck happened to her, it would really be a bloody disaster.

They traveled like this day after day, Qin Ze was immersed in novels, Xia Chan pulled her hair out of boredom, and Hua Qianmian wrote some biographies and studied the characters she was going to play when she had nothing to do.

Sang Que never returned to the modern era, and stayed in the carriage to accompany the three of them.

On this day, Sang Que had just come out of the state of visualization and was still trying to relieve the pain of his soul being burned in the copper pillar prison on the sixth level of the Nine Netherworlds when he suddenly heard Qin Ze's "whoosh" and the carriage slowed down.

"Everyone, we seem to be outside Wangshan City. Come out and take a look."

See you tomorrow~