genius divination

Chapter 866 Finding Liujia

In a somewhat dark room, two people sat facing each other.One of them was the former director of Yishu Council, King Marshall.The other one was a European, with white hair, but he was actually not very old, and there seemed to be a certain gloomy temperament on his chiseled face.

King Marshall looked at him and said, "How is it? Are you ready?"

The white-haired European frowned and said, "I'm a little strange. As a proficient in Chinese magic, you have to use European black magic to find something. This seems a bit strange, and are you sure you want to do this? You know it doesn't come without a price, and the way witchcraft is, when you pay the price, there's a chance you get nothing."

King Marshall didn't answer, but just picked up a short knife on the table.It was a short silver knife with a sharp edge.King Marshall rolled up the sleeves of his suit, and slowly cut his wrist with the short knife in his hand.

The white-haired European sighed, picked up a silver cup and approached it.Use this cup to catch the blood from King Marshall's wrist.Blood continued to flow into the exquisite silver cup, and the ticking sound was like some kind of hypnotic spell.Soon the silver cup was filled.King Marshall's face was a little pale, bandaging the wound on his wrist.But his eyes were on the white-haired European.

The European sighed, holding the silver cup in his hands, and slowly chanted an ancient and mysterious tone.Finally, he put the silver cup in front of King Marshall, and he said indifferently, "Here is what you want, take your time."

King Marshall held the silver cup with both hands, and the blood in the cup seemed to be still warm.Just as he was holding the cup in both hands, the blood in that cup began to slowly rippling.There seems to be a strange rhythm, gradually moving from the middle to the sides.King Marshall's eyes seemed to be dyed red by the color of the blood, and he looked at the blood-filled cup in a daze.

But the European quickly drew a complex formation with charcoal beside him, which looked like some kind of ancient European magic formation.When the Europeans finished the last stroke, King Marshall seemed to have completely fallen into a state of unconsciousness.Just staring at the cup full of blood in his hand, without blinking.

After a while, the European wiped away the underground map with his foot, took the cup from King Marshall's hand again, and sat down with King Marshall, who seemed to be completely absent-minded.The white-haired European ignored the unconscious King Marshall, but lit a brazier and poured the blood in the cup into the burning brazier.Strangely, the blood was poured into the brazier, as if it was some kind of flammable liquid.The flame in the brazier suddenly rose.

At the same time, King Marshall, who was lying on the chair, seemed to wake up suddenly, his chest rose and fell sharply, and he gasped heavily.

"The ceremony is over." The European said indifferently, "How is it? Did you gain anything?"

King Marshall sat up tiredly, and said slowly, "The thing I'm looking for is no longer in Songshan. It should be in the hands of a certain Chinese. I seem to be able to see this person clearly through your black magic, but I don't know where that is."

"Don't worry, remember slowly. You will definitely find something." The European said slowly.

"It seems to be the courtyard of an ordinary farmer's house. It's not very big. There is a man there..." King Marshall tried his best to recall, "I seem to have seen this man before, but I can't remember him. Has a pale face. Like a sick person. I can't seem to recall the rest."

"Think about that place, recall the surrounding environment, maybe you can point out where this person is." The European calmly said.

"There seems to be a sycamore tree planted in that yard, and a small flower bed. Damn, I can't think of more. I should have stayed in hallucinations a little longer, damn! You woke me up too soon. "King Marshall paced a little anxiously.

"Don't be impatient, my friend. You should understand that this kind of black witchcraft prediction is very dangerous. If I woke you up a little later, I'm afraid you won't be able to wake up again." The white-haired European said coldly Cold and authentic.

"But the information I got is incomplete. There are countless farmyards in China with a sycamore tree planted like that! There is nothing that can indicate the address!" King Marshall said anxiously. "So what if I know that person? God, do I have to look for this pale face all over China?"

"As I said, black magic also has limitations. And don't tell me about God. As a researcher of black magic, I don't have much respect for him." The white-haired European said slowly. "I think you should recall carefully again, what other features are there. Don't miss any details."

King Marshall held his head and fell into deep thought again.

It was late autumn, in a small courtyard of a farmer's house.Jia Zixun, whose face was as pale as a wax figure, was quietly looking at a sycamore tree in the yard.Another leaf fell from the tree, and Jia Zixun sighed.One autumn of grass and trees, one lifetime of life.As a Liujia Xunshu practitioner, he has long understood this truth.

Because the horoscope of the Liujia Xunjuan is Liujia Xunkong, the natural vitality is weak.Therefore, the stronger the spell ability, the worse their own body.Jia Zixun's face was always pale without a trace of blood, and it was not without reason.Originally, after he bid farewell to Fan Jiannan and others, he should have been hospitalized after returning from XZ.But he didn't because he had more important things to do.

Just a month ago, as the leader of Liujiaxun, he personally ordered the disbandment of Liujiaxun.Although there are many voices of opposition, no one can restore his determination.Liujiaxun has borne too much pain, and their existence is almost a heavy piece of Chinese history.As early as the era of the decline of royal power, Liujiaxun should have been dispersed.The lingering life until now has only harmed more people.

Under Jiazixun's insistence, Liujiaxun still broke up.And they agreed with each other that they would not look for new successors in the future, and let the Liujia Xunshu practitioners die silently in history.

Jiazixun distributed all the assets and items accumulated by Liujiaxun to other people, and he only left this yard and a room of books.In his words, he was just waiting to die.His cancer is already at an advanced stage, and even Long Bold is unable to recover.He just wanted to end the entire history of Liujia Xunjutsu while he was alive, and he did it.

Now he has nothing left to ask for.

Suddenly a leaf fell down again and landed on his feet.Jia Zixun's heart moved slightly, he frowned, counted with his fingers, and said with a frown, "Someone actually came to visit, but I don't know who it is."

A moment later, the door of the small farmyard was pushed open.Several people stood in front of him.Jia Zixun looked at those people and smiled faintly, "Guys, did you go to the wrong door?"

The few people who came did not speak, but stood calmly on both sides of the courtyard.Then another person walked in.But Jia Zixun knew this person. He sighed and said, "I didn't expect it to be you, Su Xuanshui. But you come to me and there is nothing good. But it doesn't matter anymore. I have nothing, even my life." There is only half of it left. The so-called lice don’t itch and debt doesn’t worry. Just tell me, what’s the matter with you here?”

Su Xuanshui said with a faint smile, "It's unexpected that the famous Liujia Xun artist and the dignified contemporary leader, Jiazi Xun would fall into such a situation. It's really a bleak end."

"It's not desolation, it's just desolation. However, Liujia ten-day practitioners have been prominent and majestic. Flowers do not have a hundred days of redness, and when people are prominent, they will have their downfalls. This era is no longer the previous era, Liujia There is no need for Xun to exist anymore. If you are looking for Liujia Xun practitioners, you may be one step late. I have disbanded the entire Liujia Xun. What is in front of you now is a terminally ill, near-death ordinary Just people." Jia Zixun said coldly.

Su Xuanshui laughed and said, "Jiazi is too modest. However, you are still wrong."

"Oh?" Jia Zixun squinted at him and said, "You brought so many people in, didn't you just want to find a Liujia Xun artist?"

"Yes, and no." Su Xuanshui said lightly. "Perhaps you don't know yet, the reason I came here is because someone told me that I must come here. However, we are not looking for you, not even the Liujia Xunshu, we are looking for the Liujia Xunshu who stayed behind. the next thing."

Jia Zixun smiled and said, "If that's the case, you guys are even more late. I divided up all the things that could be divided up more than ten days ago. Now all I have is this small courtyard and a few houses. I think You wouldn't be interested in that too, would you?"

"Divided?" Su Xuanshui asked suspiciously, "What did you divide?"

"Everything. The assets accumulated by Liujiaxun in the past dynasties, antique calligraphy and paintings, everything is divided." Jiazixun shrugged. "I am a prodigal, and I have never valued these things."

Su Xuanshui looked at him and said, "Do you know that when you followed the Emperor of Manchukuo in Liujiaxun, you got something extraordinary?"

"I don't know." Jia Zixun said indifferently, "At that time, even my father was not born. Do you think I would know this?"

"It doesn't matter if I don't know, but since I came today, I don't want to go back empty-handed." Su Xuanshui said with a smile, "And I believe that if the first director says this thing is here, it will be here. Whether you give it or not Here, I'll take it all."

(End of this chapter)