winter era

Chapter 219 The Power of the Black Mist
"We'll take the money! It's just that there's nothing we can do now!"

The boy in the lead who looked about sixteen or seventeen years old had a reddened nose and an angry expression on his face.But good self-cultivation still allowed him to suppress the anger in his heart, he gritted his teeth and looked at the fortune-teller in front of him, and squeezed out some words from between his teeth.

"We're just a little off in our estimates! If you come with us, we can give you money at any time! But what can you do if you insist on asking me here?! I just want you to come with me, go Just withdraw money from me! I can still afford the cost of divination, in the name of my family! There is no way I would do anything to tarnish the honor of the family!"

The young man's words were obviously recognized by his companions.

These young people looked at the fortuneteller with a happy expression, as if they could leave this place in the next second.

Or is it that these young people are cheated when they go out?They don't know what others are thinking and have no experience at all, they only know how to estimate according to their own ideas.If estimation can determine everything, why do you need a fortune teller?

"No." The fortune teller shook his head firmly.

"I can judge from the trajectory of fate that you are not lying, but it still doesn't work. I know very well what the last name means to you, and I also know that you can indeed take out a sum of money. But I will not leave here even if One step. You don’t want to leave here even one step. Either stay here honestly for a few days, or take out the money now.”

"Why?!" The young man looked at the fortune-teller in disbelief. "Why?! Obviously we can all come up with the money! Isn't it pointless to be so entangled in the present? Wouldn't it be better for everyone to just give in!"

"It's a concession to you, but it's not like that to me."

The fortune teller shook his head and closed his mouth.

Seeing his indifferent expression, it seemed that he was planning to give up the negotiation.

That dead skinned virtue made this group of pampered young ladies and young masters feel helpless, and their faces turned a little swollen.I can't wait to slap that hateful fortune-teller to death.But it's one thing to be able to fight well, and their tutors are also very good.After summing up, these boy scouts finally stood in front of the fortune-teller with gritted teeth, and it seemed that they really wanted to stand for three days.

Seeing the helplessness on the faces of these children, but still obeying the orders, the old fortune-teller nodded involuntarily.After all, he didn't want to be too ugly. Although he was affected by the power of the three curses, he was still afraid of the old guys behind these young people.You must know that the family with the strongest capital here has one sage and four quasi-sages.With such a powerful family power, even if the fortune-teller doesn't think about anything, he still has to weigh it to some extent.

"Stand on both sides, don't block my stall. If I can help open up some business, maybe I can let you go earlier." Slowly walking back to his seat, the old fortune-teller turned to the young people in front of him. shouted.

The people passing by were also smiling, watching these young people working a little bit.

To be honest, they still quite support the actions of the old fortune teller.The orientation of these young people towards the Dawn Channel is in the direction of the Chaos Sea.No matter how badly the soldiers were damaged, it was impossible for them to need a group of young people to shed their blood for them.

Since the Pioneer Knights officially withdrew from the stage of history 2 years ago, all plans related to the development of Chaos have begun to be standardized.Of course, there are indeed some reckless people who go to Chaos to prove themselves, but they can't blame others for their own death.If people in their 30s were going to rush into the sea of ​​chaos, they wouldn't stop anything.But these are still children.

Even when the wave of knights was pioneering, I never heard of any child becoming a great hero.Even if it is the youngest person with talent, it is at least 20 years old to show his head.It's not the old world now, some earth-shattering monsters can always appear in the barriers of the old world, but now everyone's starting point is the same, those earth-shattering monsters no longer exist, and what remains is more teamwork.Those who are famous now are all skilled teams, and this kind of young people are looking for death.

Of course, young people do not understand the painstaking efforts of their older generation.They just cursed the old stubborn fortune-teller, stood in front of the fortune-teller's stall with a look of resentment, wearing the equipment that was useless except for looking good, and looked at the guests in front of them like they were killing their fathers and enemies.The business was not very good in the first place, and even the front of the divination booth was empty.Only a few colleagues who were also fortune tellers looked at the displeased old fortune teller and laughed in good faith.In this world, they naturally can tell the difference between good and bad, and the old fortune teller can only do this for their own good.It would be the same for those young fortune tellers.

In the river of fate, no one knows better than fortune tellers what kind of power can be exchanged for a moment of goodwill.All the fragments that collapsed from the old world showed such a scene.So they know and understand what they're doing.When those young people looked unhappy, the fortune tellers just smiled, which made the passers-by happy too.

"Hey, little heroes, now is not the time for you to wake up. Eagles have to grow up for a while before they can become eagles. Otherwise, they will be thrown out as soon as they hatch. That's called murder, and that's not training yourself. Take care of yourself before you speak."

"Yes, yes, you are still too young. Go back and practice with your parents for a few more years."

"Who do you think you are? Kaos II? Or the Lord Kaos I? They made their debut at your age. I heard that Kaos I was able to fight the fantasy of an ethnic group at your age Planted it, why don’t you go and compare your ability with that adult? I believe you will succeed, really! You will start an era!”

For young people, these well-intentioned laughter is like a steel knife.In the eyes of these young people, the world seemed to be getting uglier and uglier, and even the hatred made those passing by become hideous.

"Let me divination the future..."

"Try to say it again—eh? What did you say?"

He thought that someone came to his side to mock him, and the young man in charge was just about to get angry before realizing something was wrong with him.He forced the words into his mouth, with a smile on his face and looked in the direction of the voice.Good tutoring makes him not relax even if he does this kind of work.It would be better to say that the awareness of confrontation is ignited, but it will be better in this regard.

But such politeness is clearly meaningless stuff.Because there is no human shadow reflected in his pupils.There is nothing that can be called human beings in front of him, only a voice is transmitted.

A mystery appeared in the young man's eyes.

It's as if a piece of the world in front of me has been dug out by someone, there is something there, but I can't see it.

He was clearly standing in front of him, but was blocked.As if separated by an invisible barrier, and as if covered by his own consciousness, he couldn't realize what was standing in front of him.So it can only be said that he saw a mystery.That awkward feeling even made the young man feel sick to vomit blood, and his brows subconsciously frowned.

"Oh, I'm sorry, little guy. I didn't realize your mental resistance is so low." As if realizing what he had done, the mystery gave a slight apology, then faded away from that layer of mystery, and stood up straight. in front of young people.

It was as if it came out of an invisible door.

A man in a black robe quietly appeared in front of everyone like a ghost.

A black mist filled the air, and a layer of black mist that came from nowhere gradually enveloped the surroundings.The hazy breath is like an erosion zone of chaos, which makes people's scalp tingle.The chaotic and frightened breath wrapped around a core, setting off the lining inside.

That was also a young man.

The tired and pale face was unusually young, as if it were the same age as the Boy Scouts.But no one would think that this black mist-like man would be their peers.The needle-like sense of crisis made everyone take several steps back. Even the fortune-teller narrowed his eyes, looking warily at the man in the black burqa in front of him.

"What's the matter? Don't you welcome a guest? Or is the trajectory of fate showing you something?"

The young man surrounded by everyone smiled weakly and looked at the fortune-teller.There was a subtle mocking look between the weak brows.It seems that they are silently laughing at these cowards of their peers who are so numerous.

With dry and pale palms, he held a black wooden stick of unknown material.He was wearing a black burqa that was clearly marked as being produced today but looked very tattered.There is a thin layer of mist around.Like an agent of death in a foggy night, he walked quietly without making any sound.With a weird smile on his face, he smiled and walked in front of the fortune teller.

"Tell my fortune, fortune teller. See if my future is successful."

(End of this chapter)