New Times Inn

    It was late at night, and the inn was locked early.

    Chu Changzui carefully followed the Huashan Sect elder to the front of the inn.

    Four other people came along with them, one of them was Chu Changzui's younger brother, and the other three were brought by Huashan faction.

    Actually, according to the last experience, Chu Changzui had determined that even if they were so far away from the inn, the shopkeeper could easily find them.

    But Chu Changzui did not say a word.

    In this case, he might as well show some real skills.

    Chu Changzui didn't know when and why he died, but his personality was also very interesting.

    With Feng Wuhen's own strength, he must know what they are here for this time. Since he didn't come to stop it, Chu Chang was drunk but it was okay to do in the current situation where his life and death were uncertain.

    Chu Changzui was dressed in black.

    He looked for a place for a while, then lit five incense sticks at the corner.

    The younger brother standing beside him swallowed quietly.

    The incense ignited silently, and the flames flickered on and off, reflecting the faces of the people around them, looking inexplicably scary.

    The flame of the five-root incense was extremely unstable at first, as if someone was gently trying to blow it out, but there was no wind around.

    Until the flame lasted for about a minute, it suddenly "huh" and burned.

    The people around took a step back.

    In the dark alley, a strange sense of chill was born out of thin air.

    Everyone's heart is heavy.

    —This is called the Five Gods Heart Formation.

    The younger brother had only heard of it before, but this was the first time he had seen it.

      No more than ten people.

    His brother attaches great importance to this shopkeeper.

    Fortune-tellers often have to make hexagrams to predict good or bad luck. Just need a few numbers, you can calculate good and bad.

    But when you encounter some more complicated things, you need to use a more powerful way of making hexagrams.

    This kind of divination can divination some very hidden things, and it can only be used when the more specific information of the divination person cannot be determined.

    To start the battle, you need to go near the specific location of the person to be fortuneteller, under the environment of cloudy times and cloudy days, use the personal items of the person to be fortuneteller, the vague information of the person to be fortuneteller, and the fortuneteller His own blood for divination.

      and nervous.

    They all know that some things may only be seen once in a lifetime, and there is no chance to see them again.

    Chu Changzui slowly took out a small piece of paper from his pocket. After spreading it out, there were some sawdust in it.

    —This is the sawdust from the wooden hairpin.

    Few people know that Chu Changzui thought so deeply.

    When he jokingly followed his younger brother with a wooden hairpin, I am afraid that his younger younger brother would never have imagined that his younger brother would keep such a trick.

    The same thing that needs to be used in the formation is the personal item of the person being fortuneteller.

    The so-called personal items refer to those things that are placed close to the body, so the wooden hairpin last time was not only for calming down the shopkeeper, but also for Chu Changzui.

    When he first guessed Feng Wuhen's identity, he had already thought of giving this wooden hairpin a chance to the shopkeeper, because at that time he had already realized that- Feng Wuhen's own acuity, his personal items must be very difficult to get.

    So...only in this way can we sneak a trick.

    Leave a part of a thing in advance, and then find a way to turn the body of that thing into a "personal item" without trace.

    Based on how much Feng Wuhen cares about the wooden hairpin, Chu Changzui believes that this thing must be placed close to the body, and the wooden hairpin will probably not leave his sight for a second, even now Most likely it was in Feng Wuhen's body pocket... just like the black sign he never left.

     And all of this happens to fit the word "personal items".

    Sawdust has the same origin as wood hairpin, so it is logical to use it instead of wood hairpin.

    "Brother Xian, this..." The elder standing behind Chu Changzui interrupted, but was immediately stopped by the younger brother.

    "Don't disturb senior brother." The younger junior brother's expression was extremely serious, "This formation is particularly easy to backlash. If there is a slight error, senior brother will be in danger."

    The elder was slightly tangled, but eventually retreated.

    The so-called five gods actually refer to the five ghosts.

    Treat ghosts and gods with respect and no concealment.

    He also wrote the extremely vague hexagram he calculated last time.

    One male and one female, the female voice is old, the female life is measured, the female is dead.

    Just after the second piece of paper was burned, a gust of wind blew in the surrounding flat ground.

    The people in the martial arts shivered involuntarily. This cold is not the cold on the body, but a deep-rooted cold.

    It is eleven seventeen in the evening.

    Feng Qing is playing with her phone in the house.

    She lived a completely opposite time to the ancients, and even recently Feng Qing felt that her biological clock had begun to move closer to the university.

    When she was in college, she never slept before one o'clock.

    Well, so she also failed miserably in college.

     more cool.

    She tightly covered the quilt on her body, then turned down the temperature of the air conditioner, and lived the most luxurious life in the sultry summer. After all, she did not pay the electricity and water bills. Blowing the air-conditioned quilt in the air-conditioned room, the watermelon in one hand and the cola in one hand is really an indescribable pleasure.

    During this time, 99% of the people on this street had already slept, but Feng Qing's spirit was the same as during the day.

    Then, she suddenly felt a little cold.

    What's the matter? Is it a fever? Feng Qing got up and touched her forehead, but it wasn't hot.

    Feng Qing looked outside in surprise, it didn't look like the temperature suddenly dropped, but she always felt that the quiet outside was a little scary.

    There were insects just now, but now there is not even a single insect call.

    Impossible, the temperature outside is exactly when the cicadas are screaming, are the cicadas downstairs in their inn collectively mute today?

    Because Feng Qing was too curious, she turned on the camera and took a look.

    Seeing this, she almost didn't send her away.

    In the middle of the night.

    In front of the black and white camera, a group of people squatted on the corner of the street, gathered together, sneaking and do not know what to do, ghostly.

    Then Feng Qing saw a man take out two yellow papers from his clothes.

    Feng Qing's eyes twitched for a second.

    She watched helplessly as the man handed the two pieces of paper to the front of a stick of incense, and watched it slowly burn away.

      together.

    "This, this is..." The Huashan Sect elder swallowed.

    He knew that Chu Changzui was a powerful person, but today was the first time he saw it with his own eyes.

    Chu Changzui closed his eyes and seemed to be listening to a voice that others could not hear.

    He frowned slightly.

    He saw something.

    …

    A figure like a child passed in front of him.

    This is... the shopkeeper's hexagram?

    Chu Changzui frowned.

    How could he see a boy for no reason?

    This hexagram was indeed calculated based on the fuzzy hexagram paper and the sawdust that he burned before, but... the result of this hexagram far exceeded Chu Changzui's All expected.

    Boy... Does Feng Wuhen have a child with Yun Shujun? Chu Changzui always felt that this conjecture was unreliable.

    But he has no other guesses, so he can only continue to look down.

    Then, Chu Changzui sometimes saw countless people kneeling on the ground, bowing respectfully towards one person; And not.

    He even saw three men standing side by side, looking in the same direction, among them a monk, a bearded man, and a handsome boy.

    Although I don't know why they want to see there, I don't know why the three of them are standing side by side, but the expressions of the three of them are very determined, Chu Changzui guessed which of the three Maybe the one who looks handsome is what Feng Wuhen used to look like, and the other two are his companions?

    However…

    The next picture is more and more cluttered and more and more difficult to understand.

    Chu Changzui suddenly felt a little uneasiness in his heart.

    Just as he tried to stabilize his mind, the picture in front of him suddenly began to spin like a kaleidoscope, and then a blank space flashed...

    Not good!

    Chu Changzui's expression suddenly froze.

    He covered his chest with a painful expression, and spit out a large mouthful of blood.

    This blood even seems to be accompanied by some black fragments, which makes people feel cold all over.

    Sure enough, he is indeed the shopkeeper. Chu Changzui, whose mouth was still stained with blood, had a smile on his face.

    Even if he arranges it carefully, it will not work after all.

    "Teacher, brother!" The younger brother was completely frightened.

    He took a step forward and seemed to want to help Chu Changzui, but was stopped by Chu Changzui.

    "Come on." Chu Changzui spat out two words with difficulty.

    He knew that the shopkeeper must have noticed it, so he used his merits to let him fight back.

    So, his final destiny, is to die in the hands of the shopkeeper?

    I am afraid that the shopkeeper has seen through this, so I haven't seen him recently, right?

    Although Chu Changzui was smiling, the look in his eyes became colder and colder.

    …

    Feng Qing upstairs... silently took out a slipper from under the bed.

    She actually wanted to open the window and scold someone just now, but it happened that there was a crossroad under her inn.

    Is it virtuous to run here at eleven o'clock in the middle of the night to burn paper?

    In the middle of the night, who are you trying to scare?