Apocalyptic natural disaster: I take over Lake Baikal, you can do whatever you want

Sheng Tian looked at the message sent by Lin Feng and was so angry that he almost burped on the spot!

However, now that Taoism has been lost, fewer and fewer people believe in this stuff.

Shengtian also knows that if you believe in this thing, it will exist, but if you don’t believe it, it will not exist!

Sheng Tian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and struggled to sit up.

Now, the only person with surplus food in Xishan Villa is probably Lin Feng.

Don't want to die? Don't want to eat mummies?

Then we can only ask Lin Feng!

"Lin Feng, I am truly a half-immortal, and I am not a liar. You have committed too many crimes. If you continue like this, you will really suffer God's punishment. You will not be able to bear the catastrophe in one year's time with your current method of seeking death. Yes! I am really a half-immortal! I have magic power! You believe me! Lin Feng! You believe me!"

Lin Feng shook his head. It's already 2050. If I believe you, am I out of my mind?

Do you think you are Brother Zeng? If I believe in you, can I still live forever?

Are you so capable? Why don't you tell yourself a fortune?

Also give yourself a chance to change your destiny?

Lin Feng didn't block him, this old magician was quite interesting.

It's pretty boring anyway, let's see what new tricks he can come up with in a few days, right?

"Ding!"

At this moment, Wu Yong sent a message?

"Boss, I saw your message in the owner group. I asked the employees, my daughter, Wu Daiyue and Ling Wenya seem to have the situation you mentioned? Do you want to come over and have a look? She said they seem to be able to Feel what each other wants to say? I don't know what the situation is? Boss, you can decide for yourself, this matter is a bit mysterious, I don't dare to make the decision."

For a moment, Lin Feng was stunned.

"It can't be such a coincidence, right? Isn't this just a joke?"

Turning back to the old magic stick's news, Lin Feng took out a cigarette, took a puff, and fell into deep thought.

"Ten imperial concubines playing? Isn't this too nonsense? Even if the four wives can explain it, what happened to Abe? Could it be that Abe raped me while I was sleeping?"

Holding a cigarette in his mouth, Lin Feng couldn't believe it.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

This kind of thing is so unbelievable that Lin Feng doesn’t believe it at all!

"Maybe after my rebirth, there is radiation in my body or something? The people around me mutate faster than others?"

After smoking, Lin Feng nodded.

This kind of speculation is at least scientific and reasonable.

Ten imperial concubines playing? Can you be more ridiculous?

It’s 2050, who still believes in fortune telling?

After smoking, Lin Feng still sent a message to the old magician.

Be a man to stay on the line and meet each other in the future.

I, King Lin Feng, cannot tolerate any mistakes!

Isn't it just to raise an old magician? What if it comes in handy someday?

Adding insurance is always a good idea.

"Old magician, where do you live? Tell me your address and I'll reward you with twenty kilograms of rice."

There are plenty of sesame seeds and rotten millet in Lin Feng's space, which is not enough.

Shengtian, who had vomited three liters of blood, seemed to see hope of survival.

"Lin Feng! Do you believe me? I really can tell fortunes! I really know spells! I have sixty years of Taoism! I can really change your destiny for you!"

Lin Feng was speechless. He just thought this old magician was quite interesting. He had deceived people so many times that he even believed it?

Sure enough, the first step to deceiving others is to deceive yourself.

If you don’t believe it yourself, then who can believe you?

"I believe you! You bad old man is so bad! Do you want it? If you don't want it, I'll just feed it to the dog!"

Sheng Tian: "..."

There is no other way, I have to give up my waist for five buckets of rice.

"Yes, I live on the 11th floor of Building 6, 602."

Lin Feng took out the drone, put twenty kilograms of rice in Guan Xinghe's granary, and sent it directly.

Let him be raised for a few days. Maybe in a few days he will come up with new tricks to trick me into eating and drinking?

Sheng Tian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then opened the window and waited for the rice delivered by Lin Feng.

Although it was not the ham sausage he wanted, it was already the time when he could eat rice because his ancestor had appeared.

The sky is at the top of Shengtian, the earth is at the bottom, and the human heart is in the middle.

But my ancestor taught me so many things, but he never taught me how to calculate where the granary is?

Moreover, every calculation requires spending mana and losing longevity. He usually doesn't do calculations at all. He is 68 years old this year and can't afford the trouble. No matter how much money he gives, it doesn't count.

After a while, Shengtian finally felt relieved when he saw the rice bag delivered by the drone.

If he eats these twenty kilograms of rice frugally, he can last one month longer.

"Although I don't know why, Lin Feng still has some conscience and really sent me twenty kilograms of rice."

Shengtian was very happy. He didn't want to eat mummies these days. Food was more valuable than gold.

Unless you can scrape together 10 pounds of gold and go to Lake Baikal.

Otherwise, all the gold is nonsense and of no use.

"I have food and drink, but I have to think about the future. Grandmaster taught me so many things, why didn't he teach me how to calculate granaries and water sources?"

Shengtian took the rice and decided to tell his fortune.

At least, you have to calculate how long you can live, right?

Prepare your funeral arrangements in advance to save yourself from dying and being eaten as a mummy.

I, Shengtian, have been doing fortune telling all my life. What will happen if I can’t do fortune telling after my death?

Then I, Shengtian, have failed too much in my life.

Sheng Tian counted with his fingers and began to tell his fortune!

As the saying goes, it’s all about the people! Just can’t count myself!

Sheng Tian was really forced to do nothing! Even if you can’t calculate it, you have to calculate it!

"Pfft!"

Calculating one's own fate is against the will of heaven!

Shengtian suddenly spit out blood!

Then he lay weakly on the ground!

The mana in my body keeps flowing away!

This time! It takes a long time to cultivate before you can continue!

"The trees are beautiful in the forest! The wind will destroy them!"

At this point, Shengtian was desperate.

"I said I don't care whether Lin Feng comes with any supplies or not! It took me a long time! Lin Feng defeated me!"

Sheng Tian wiped away the blood. He felt that his future was gloomy.

"This is not possible! What is the fate of Lin Feng and these ten imperial concubines? My moral behavior is not enough to calculate it! Lin Feng's fate is gloomy! What is his background? With my current moral character, I can't figure it out! It’s not enough to get a glimpse of the secret!”

Sheng Tian was really speechless. What should we do next?

"Forget it, forget it. Since you have something to eat, let's finish it first. The secret must not be revealed."

Shengtian looked at the sunset. After being hungry for five days, he couldn't care less.

Take out a pot and put some water and rice.

Light the talismans and start burning old clothes.

I can’t help it, I’m hungry, and I can’t eat dry rice…

When you're full, let's continue counting...

Success depends on people...it depends on heaven...

After the rice was cooked into porridge, Shengtian finally had his first full meal in five days.

Looking at the setting sun outside the window, it seems as if my life is about to usher in endless darkness.

After the darkness…

Will there still be light?…