The Villain's Heart Black Moonlight

According to Mr. Han, Han Ziyun had a conflict with her family and ran away in anger. Her family didn't care about it on the first day. After all, she was an adult and had many friends in S City, so she wouldn't be homeless and suffer outside.

However, the Han family was a little anxious when they still hadn't contacted the other party the next day. They started calling Han Ziyun's friends, but the other party's reply was that Han Ziyun was not with them.

Now the Han family was finally a little worried, because Han Ziyun ran away from home in anger, and he was an adult.

These past two days cannot be considered as missing, and no case was filed after the police were notified.

In desperation, Mr. Han could only turn to metaphysics for help.

I hope to find my daughter in this way.

"I don't really have to find her. I'm just worried. I'll be satisfied if I know she's safe."

Mr. Han already has white hair on his temples, and his worry and anxiety have almost become physical.

Afterwards, without saying too much, he asked the two what they needed, and went to the room to find some of Han Ziyun's clothes, stationery, small accessories and other items.

Using objects to divine for finding someone is the most commonly used method of finding someone.

Although Song Chen and Ye Changhuai studied different subjects, they were both from orthodox Taoist sects, and the methods they used were the common and effective Liu Yao divination.

Both young men are handsome, and if you were to see them outside, you would never think that they would have anything to do with metaphysics.

After all, in many people's impressions, the people who are related to metaphysics and fortune-telling are either the old man with a white beard or the fortune-teller at the entrance of the village.

The way these two young men calculated with their fingers looked like some beautiful poster photos that could be made into a film.

In order to prevent any interference in the fortune-telling, the two of them did not disturb each other.

Ye Changhuai frowned slightly when he was halfway through the calculation, then raised his eyes and looked in one direction, then lowered his hands: "I've calculated it."

Song Chen had not yet come up with a result. His fingertips trembled slightly when he heard the words, and he was obviously affected by Ye Changhuai's words.

However, he was at least one of the more powerful young generation of contemporary Xuanmen. He did not pause for too long, but instead sped up his fortune-telling speed. After a few minutes, he raised his head.

"Okay."

Mr. Han didn't expect that there would be a result so soon. He was a little unsure for a moment and spoke with a measured tone: "...What did you calculate? How is my daughter now?"

Song Chen raised his eyes and looked at Ye Changhuai: "You are the one who will calculate first, so you speak first. I will supplement you when the time comes."

He was still polite, but his last sentence revealed a hint of arrogance.

Ye Changhuai didn't care about his arrogance, nor was he polite. He didn't hide his feelings like ordinary Taoist priests, but looked at Mr. Han and spoke directly:

"Your daughter is fine, at least for now."

Hearing the first half of the sentence, Mr. Han was obviously relieved, but after hearing the second half, he seemed to tense up again: "What do you mean?"

"She should be in a weak state now. I don't know if it's mental or physical. If it's physical weakness, she should be sick or injured. If it's mental... she may have suffered a huge shock."

When Mr. Han heard this, his expression suddenly changed slightly, and he asked anxiously: "Then Brother Ye, have you figured out where she is exactly?"

"It's in a big, empty area that's not very clean ... there's fire around it, or the area is related to fire."

Ye Changhuai pondered for a moment and made a brief summary of the contents shown by the hexagram.

Chi Chu sat beside the sofa without moving. Hearing this, he closed his eyes slightly, looking like he didn't care about the matter and wanted to sleep.

But only Bobo knew that countless invisible threads were spreading around her.