Rebirth in the End of the World: My Little Godly Man

As soon as he finished saying this, under the blood moon, the vortex and the black shadow all disappeared without a trace.

Mo Yanshu frowned slightly and asked softly, "What do you mean?"

"I just saw that vortex again. The black shadow was very close and ran towards the back mountain. Could it be..." Li Muchen paused here, thought for a moment and then continued, "I wonder if our current ghost wall has anything to do with this?"

Mo Yanshu frowned again when he heard this: "How do we break through the ghost wall?"

"It's hard to say." Li Muchen shook his head. His tone was a little tentative as he spoke. "There are only a few methods, but I always feel that it has nothing to do with this matter. How about drawing a lot and I will try to explain it."

"Draw lots?" Mo Yanshu was stunned. This had never happened before. Perhaps because of the wrong timing, they had not returned to the village, so Li Muchen had no way of getting these lotteries or other things.

After coming back in this life, I think he has packed a lot of these fortune-telling things.

After reading Grandpa Li's letter, he did doubt the idea that fortune-telling would shorten a person's lifespan. After thinking for a moment, he said, "How do I do it? How about you teach me?"

When Li Muchen heard this, his face was filled with astonishment.

Two seconds later, when Mo Yanshu pulled the pipe out of the fuel tank, he still looked stunned.

Mo Yanshu looked at his face and sighed helplessly, then gently held his hand: "Let me do it. You tell me what to do. I don't want to risk losing you again..."

Li Muchen shuddered all over when he heard that, and the moment they looked at each other, there was that kind of great sadness in Mo Yanshu's eyes that was hard to conceal.

"Okay..." For some unknown reason, he nodded in response to Mo Yanshu's words. Li Muchen hugged him and patted his shoulder gently. "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Even though he was comforted like this, he still felt an inexplicable bitterness in his heart. Li Muchen wanted to ignore this strange feeling, but in the end, the more he tried to ignore it, the stronger the feeling became.

Liang Fengyuan stood at the back, his eyes fixed on the two people hugging each other in front of him. He clenched his fists unconsciously, and his expression became more and more complicated.

Mo Yanshu noticed that Li Muchen seemed to be coaxing him, a helpless smile flashed across his face, he raised his hand and hugged him back, calling his name and whispering.

"Mu Chen..."

"Hmm?" Li Muchen responded.

"It's not a good place to stay for long. Tell me what to do."

Li Muchen blinked when he heard that, raised his hand and let go of Mo Yanshu. He chuckled and said, "Actually, I can do this, too. Just think about what you want, and then flip the lottery box, just like in the TV series."

As he spoke, he turned around and took out a bucket of lottery tickets from his backpack.

When Fatty Liu saw his equipment, he silently made a shushing gesture to everyone: "Shh, everyone be quiet, Brother Chen is going to perform a ritual."

Bai Qingyan glanced at him with disdain and silently took two steps to the side.

"Fatty..." Li Muchen turned around and called out, looking at him with helplessness in his eyes.

Liu Xiaopang chuckled and stopped talking.

"Well, come on over and ask how to solve the current dilemma. Or be bold and ask directly how to get out of this village..."

As Li Muchen spoke, he handed the fortune stick box to Mo Yanshu. The sticks inside collided with each other, making a crisp sound.

"Okay..." Mo Yanshu lowered his eyes and nodded in response, "Be alert to the surroundings."

"I know, I know. Hey, when did my Yanshu become such a worrywart? Don't worry, it'll be fine. Pangpang and the others all have amulets, and I have some talisman papers here..."

As he spoke, he gave Mo Yanshu a thumbs up and said, "I'll take care of everything, don't worry. Just get started!"

Seeing his expression, Mo Yanshu couldn't help but soften his brows and said, "Okay."

Then he took a deep breath, took the stick tube in his hand, and shook it as Li Muchen said.

The sticks collided, making crisp sounds that echoed on the silent road, making the place seem even quieter.

Everyone breathed softly, waiting for the final result.

Not long after, there was a "click" sound and a stick fell out.

Li Muchen came forward and asked, "How is it?"

Mo Yanshu picked up the fortune stick from the ground. Although he could not quite understand what was written on it, for some reason, he always felt that this was not a good fortune stick.

"The lonely yang is faint..." he murmured.

Seeing this, Li Muchen came over and said, "My dear friend Yanshu, please give me the fortune slip and I will interpret it for you."

“No, Brother Chen, you are both a poor monk and an old monk, so which family or sect are you from…” Fat Liu on the side suddenly laughed.

"Okay, okay, this is called combining the strengths of hundreds of schools, maybe it can work." Li Muchen waved his hand, not caring at all, and raised his hand to take the signature handed to him by Mo Yanshu.

He raised his eyes and saw that his expression, which had been flirting with Liu Xiaopang nonchalantly at the beginning, gradually became serious.

Several people looked at his expression and dared not breathe.

"Brother Chen...don't scare me..." Fat Liu pulled the big cow beside him and said something tentatively.

Li Muchen said nothing, turned back to the car, took out a book and flipped through it quickly.

The more I looked at his expression, the uglier it became.

Mo Yanshu frowned slightly, walked slowly to Li Muchen, and started reading the contents of the book together.

Lot 328.

He followed Li Muchen's gaze, and his expression changed slightly when he saw the words written in the book.

Taoism will eliminate evil...

Prudence may save...

No matter how you look at it, this is not a good thing.

However, the general environment of the end times is indeed like this, people's hearts are unpredictable, the Tao disappears and the devil grows...

"It's okay. Being cautious may save it... That is to say, this is not a dead end. Grandpa said that if there is an in, there will be an out. If there is an in, there will be an out... Got it!" Li Muchen murmured, as if he was thinking about a solution. Suddenly, his face lit up and he turned to look at Liang Fengyuan at the back of the crowd.

Their eyes met, and Liang Fengyuan blinked dully.

The next second, Li Muchen walked towards him quickly and asked, "Xiao Liang, did you turn the corner when you drove in? I remember there was a long straight road coming into the village..."

Liang Fengyuan's face froze when he heard this. After a little thought, he nodded and replied softly, "It should be that he didn't take the bend."

"That's all." Li Muchen's face lit up. "I have a cautious method. It requires someone with excellent driving skills to accomplish this task carefully."

"I can."

"How to do it?"

The voices of Liang Fengyuan and Mo Yanshu sounded almost at the same time.

The blood moon emitted a faint red color, and the faint light shone on a few people, making the eerie color more intense.

Li Muchen put away the signature and the book, raised his hand and rubbed the tip of his nose, with a faint smile on his face: "Maybe it's a bad idea, but I'm 70% to 80% sure that if we do it well, we can get out of this broken village."