There's something wrong with my hexagram gold

The paper bag head in front of him predicted from the very beginning that Boss Su Yunsu and his party would eventually fail and return to school.

Later, turmoil in the shelter was predicted, and the girl demon was framed.

Then, he predicted the group of ghosts that are difficult for ordinary people to see, as well as the death mystery incident, and the current Qingcheng threat incident.

The prediction of various events once or twice can be explained by coincidence, but when they are all put together, it cannot be explained by coincidence.

Gao Yuanyuan stared at the person in front of her: "His eyes are like a torch."

Predicting the future is definitely the scariest and most useful divine skill.

Chen Banxian was so horrified that he felt like he was facing his primary school teacher.

He added in a low voice: "In addition to my main business of fortune-telling, I actually also work out part-time."

Gao Yuanyuan didn't care about that: "Xiao Gua Xian, can I tell fortunes?"

It's business again.

"Of course. When you sat in front of me and asked this question, the information was already revealed."

Chen Banxian did not take out the copper coins this time, but a pen and paper: "You hesitated a lot before. You are probably not asking about big things, but about your own private matters. We can solve it by writing."

Indeed, Gao Yuanyuan wanted to ask about her personal affairs, but Chen Banxian saw it at a glance. She didn't know whether this was psychology or metaphysics.

The eyes of the people around him subconsciously gathered here.

Chun's eyes were burning, it was like fortune telling, he also wanted to know when the person he loved would appear.

Gao Yuanyuan does not shy away from these people. She is a generous girl: "Xiao Guaxian, I want to ask where he is and if he is still alive."

"who is he?"

Chen Banxian asked: "The more complete the information you give, the more accurate my calculation will be."

What bothers him the most is people who can't explain things clearly and make things even more mysterious than him.

In the words of the sword spirit, people in their world can do this, but it costs their lives.

"My brother."

Gao Yuanyuan sighed: "He is not in the shelter. He is going to Qingcheng to collect news. He is not back yet. Boss Su and the others are back."

"Write a word."

It's not about falling in love, it's about finding someone. This can be taken care of.

She wrote a word of dismissal.

Chen Banxian took a look at the character and found that the character had an earthy shape. The left side was noon and the right side was scarf hanging, which also looked like a knife.

It forms an image of beheading at noon.

There was a thump in his heart, and he immediately thought of Ninth, who also seemed to be beheaded.

"Not good."

Chen Banxian considered his words and closed the word gently.

"Your brother probably won't be able to escape this disaster."

Gao Yuanyuan lowered her eyes. She had already guessed it, but she was still unwilling to accept this fact.

Beheaded at noon...

At this time, on the ruins of Qingcheng, there was a row of eight people kneeling down one after another, tied tightly.

Ninth, Cai Mujin, Gao Fangqian, and some extraordinary people exploring the path were tortured to death.

Up above, Ba Han was wrapped in bandages and watched coldly.

"If you want to survive, please provide information about your gathering place, especially one of them who is extremely good-looking. He probably looks like this."

Someone next to him opened the portrait, which looked slightly like Chen Banxian. The person who painted this painting was a master.

Jiuji recognized this person. He had seen Chen Banxian’s true appearance, but didn’t Chen Banxian not like fighting and taking risks? How could he be wanted by these people?

Nanagi Nishiki and Gao Fangqian on one side frowned, and they were actually reminiscing.

"You still have some time. Please give me an answer before noon. After noon, the head will fall to the ground."

Ba Han spoke softly and made a judgment. He ate some fruits, and the spiritual fruits from Tianyin Sect were delicious and good for the body.

In his opinion, it was just a few human lives. If he could squeeze out information about the alien race, he would make a lot of money.

He glanced at the people below, taking in their expressions.

Among them, what attracted him the most was the ordinary-looking man who actually had spiritual power.

Where did he get his spiritual power? by chance? Or did someone among the disciples leak the secret?

He was not in a hurry and tapped the table with his fingers. At worst, all eight people would be killed.

The disasters I suffered were all due to that person. When the world's upper limit is lifted, the elders of the master's sect must repay double the amount when they arrive.

"Maybe I know this guy!"

Naki Nishiki recalled: "He seems to be from our shelter...

"Naiki Nishiki!"

Ninth Anger: "Do you know what you are doing?"

"You are surrendering to the enemy! You are a foreigner, not a traitor, but a human traitor!"

Nanagi Jin turned back coldly: "I'm just an ordinary person in the shelter. Is there anything wrong in trading my life for someone with the fifth-highest combat power?"

When Ninth heard this, his eyes narrowed: "Are you really from Daxia? When did human life become valuable? Have you forgotten the hundreds of years of humiliating history in Daxia?"

Nanaki Nishiki turned back: "Of course I haven't forgotten, but I just want to live. What's wrong? Isn't my life life?"

He pulled Gao Fangqian beside him: "Look at him, he is also thinking about who that person is. Do you think he is thinking about the same as me?"

Before Ninth could retort, he felt that he had gained confidence and said loudly: "I know who this person is. He is a fortune teller in our shelter. I don't know how he managed to squeeze in. High-rise.

Our leader is Die Yunfei. It's a coincidence that when he came to Qingcheng, he also said that we would return with a huge defeat. He was really right. "

On one side, Gao Fangqian was awakened, and he suddenly realized, was it him?

He hurriedly spoke: "I also know where he lives. He has a big snake pet next to him, and a woman lives with him. Fang Ping, the honorary minister of the intelligence department of our shelter, also has a good relationship with him!"

When he said this, he thought that Fang Ping had leaked information about the shelter to the aliens in the strange world. Fang Ping was living well now, and he would definitely be able to survive too.

He doesn't want to die!

The others couldn't remember anything, so they could only talk nonsense with their faces full of horror.

Ba Han tapped his fingers on the table, writing down this information. He wondered if Junior Brother Luo was still alive.

Giving this information to Elder Dingfeng might bring you a lot of benefits.

He looked at Ninth who would rather die than surrender: "Are you really not going to say anything? I don't think your compatriots think like you do."

Ninth shook his head, he no longer had hope for these compatriots.

But he could still laugh: "Our nation has a scum that makes you foreigners laugh, but I want to tell you, I, Daxia, a human being, still have a strong-willed man like me.

You kill, kill one me, and the other me, as long as you keep killing, sooner or later, we, the human race, will flatten the world of you beasts! "

He has this self-confidence: "Have I learned about your world, genius? Oh, give me time, you geniuses are nothing!"

Ba Han had no expression on his face when he heard this and just waved his hand: "Drag this man down and torture him to death."

He doesn't like disobedient slaves.

"Sir, can you let us go?" Cai Mujin felt something was wrong, so he tested carefully.

Ba Han smiled: "Of course, tell us about some situations in your world."