genius divination

Chapter 1095

Fan Jiannan and Feng Yuan followed Zhao Pingyuan in.

There seems to be a lot of space inside, almost like a courtyard.Although it is only underground, the high dome supports a large underground space.A large lamp hangs on one side, like a small sun, emitting a scorching light.

Under such lights, it is like a garden full of afternoon sun.Some unknown ornamental plants were planted on one side, and roses were planted on the other side.I don't know who has such a sense of elegance in the ground, using lights to simulate the sun, and even planting a lot of plants.Could it be that prophet?
When Fan Jiannan was suspicious, he suddenly heard someone speaking from the side of the courtyard.His voice seemed vague, and Fan Jiannan couldn't hear him clearly for a while.

But Zhao Pingyuan was immediately full of respect and bowed to the speaker.

Fan Jiannan walked a few steps before he saw that person clearly.Because this person is very short and thin, standing on the side of the rose, it is almost impossible to see his appearance clearly.But Fan Jiannan just glanced at him and knew that he was a sick person, and he was extremely sick.Because this person is very emaciated, and has a sickly face, plus the bald head without a single hair.It's easy to see that this is a cancer patient who has undergone chemotherapy and is responding very badly.

The age of this person should not be very old, but Zhao Pingyuan looked at this person as if he was looking at his elders and idols, and there was even a trace of fear and excitement in his humility.

The bald patient turned to Fan Jiannan at this moment, and he calmly said, "Mr. Fan?"

"Yes, then you are a prophet?" Fan Jiannan frowned.

The patient smiled calmly, "I would rather not be a prophet. You know that foresight is always a price." He stretched out his bony hand, touched his bald head, and sighed, "Foresight is usually the first disease. die."

Zhao Pingyuan's face changed slightly, and he reminded him in a low voice, "Sir..."

"Okay, I'm about to die of illness, can't I complain before I die?" The patient smiled lightly. "I'm tired of those shit etiquette and etiquette."

Fan Jiannan nodded and said, "I understand. But if I'm dying of illness, I won't hold back anymore. I won't let myself stay here underground. I'll go outside to drink some wine, blow some air, and maybe go to bed again. Find a girl who's knowledgeable and interesting."

The patient looked at him and smiled, "I want to too, but I can't. I can't go anywhere until I see you."

"Then you see me now." Fan Jiannan shrugged. "There is something you want to tell me."

"Fan Jiannan." The patient looked at Fan Jiannan and said, "I know you don't trust me, and you don't trust everyone. But you must remember everything I told you. Because these things will be very important to you .”

"What is the important thing?" Fan Jiannan frowned.

The patient prophet didn't speak, Zhao Pingyuan hesitated for a moment, and wanted to turn around and leave.

At this time the prophet spoke, and he said to Zhao Pingyuan, "You don't need to avoid it. I asked you to come, so I didn't want to hide it from you." He turned to Fan Jiannan and said, "Fan Jiannan, we are meeting for the first time today. But in fact, now we The scene of the meeting has come to my mind hundreds of times. Believe it or not, I saw you when I was a child."

Fan Jiannan smiled slightly and said, "It's really amazing. I have been trained since childhood. I can measure a person's life with hexagrams at the age of 12, but it is not as powerful as you."

"You still don't quite believe my words." The Prophet said lightly, "I can hear the irony in your words. But you don't know, what we foresee is something we can't choose at all. It's not like You can choose your own target. We are usually a pure induction, just passively receiving some kind of information. This is the biggest difference between us prophets and you hexagrams. You know it through divination, and We are prophets."

"I believe it. If I didn't believe it, I wouldn't have come." Fan Jiannan raised the corner of his mouth and smiled. "However, I don't quite agree with the statement that you can perceive me since you were a child. Even if your magic power feels super strong, you were still a child at the time, and it is unlikely that you could sense me at that time. It would be a bit absurd to say that we have known each other since we were young. That's an exaggeration."

The prophet with a sickly face looked at Fan Jiannan and sighed, "You often didn't want to go to school when you were young. You must have been in kindergarten at that time, right? Because other children were picked up by their mothers, but you came here alone. Usually, it makes you very unhappy. Your mother is gone, your father is not at home. And your grandpa often has only one trick to deal with grandchildren who refuse to go to school. He never forces you, but rewards you. Reward for going to school on time Candy, good performance, can add another one."

The smile on Fan Jiannan's face gradually froze. He looked deeply at the dying prophet, as if he wanted to see through this person completely.

The Prophet smiled lightly, and said with a lonely expression, "Although I didn't know you at that time, I could feel your loneliness, your pain and boredom. Everything happened to you, but I Empathy. I have felt everything about you countless times. I know whoever you are, you are not ordinary. But I still can't be sure that you are the one in the ancient prophecy."

"What are you talking about? What ancient prophecy?" Fan Jiannan snapped.

"Be patient and listen to me." The prophet looked at him and said, "I know how you feel. I have said everything about you, and I feel the same way."

"You know what a ghost!" Fan Jiannan sneered.

"At the beginning, I didn't know that you were a blood cracker, but your image often appeared in my mind. I knew that you must be an unusual person. And I can sense everything about you so frequently, it must mean Something big will happen to you. Until suddenly one day, I felt the awakening of the blood in your body. That kind of rage and unruly, almost burned my whole soul like a flame." The Prophet held his head in pain and said, "My head still hurts every time I think about it."

Fan Jiannan watched that he didn't speak, and let him talk to himself.

The prophet raised his head and said, "It was also because of that time that I knew who the phantom that had appeared in my mind since I was a child was. I also knew who you are, Blood Ripper."

Fan Jiannan nodded silently, "Yes. So what?"

Not only was the prophet's eyes shining, even Zhao Pingyuan couldn't help being a little shocked when he heard the word 'Blood Cracker', and looked up at Fan Jiannan.

(End of this chapter)