Chapter 393

As soon as Luo Ke and Zhou Xuan heard xuanyuankong's explanation, they were surprised and opened their mouths slightly. What logic is this? The fortune teller doesn't listen to anything. It's too divine.

Zhou Xuan took back her smile and was embarrassed. She felt that her head was really not smart enough. She asked again:

"Then you let him stay here?"

Xuanyuankong took a deep breath and vomited out the turbid air in his chest. He said calmly:

"Yes! In fact, we expect him to be an invincible expert who can lead us to defeat the big people on the top of the colorful auspicious cloud umbrella one day. In this way, we are all liberated."

"But I've been waiting for this old guy for many years, from hope to disappointment and despair. The most powerful martial artist in the dungeon bullied the fortune teller when he had nothing to do. Once, the fortune teller was almost killed, one leg and one hand were interrupted, and finally kicked at his head. He still didn't resist."

"Oh! No! He resisted, but he just grabbed people's thighs and bit them. He was very smart. He knew that his old arms and legs could not do any harm to people, but the biting family had no effect on people's martial arts physique. Moreover, he was more pitiful like an old dog. Since then, no one believed that he was a tall man who had been hiding his shit for many years I've lost my hand. "

After hearing this, Luo Ke was a little sad. He thought he had met some experts. He shook his head and prepared to enter the monthly reading Pavilion. One foot had entered the monthly reading Pavilion. Luo Ke thought about it and took back his foot. He suddenly went to the skinny fortune teller.

Xuanyuankong and Zhou Xuan both feel incomprehensible about Luo Ke's behavior, but they honestly follow Luo Ke to the fortune teller's fortune telling stall.

The reason why Rocco didn't enter the Yuedu pavilion was that he suddenly wanted the fortune teller to give him a divination, even if he could reach the colorful auspicious cloud umbrella this time and retreat all over.

The fortune teller's stall is very shabby. There is only a polished table worn by people. The table seems to have broken its legs several times. The fortune teller ordered some nails and wrapped it with a layer of iron sheet for repair. There is a broken flag with two or three holes on the table. The color of the flag is red and there is only a big black word "life" on it.

The light rain in the underground city is still falling. The flag has been wet and drooping lifelessly. Luo Ke squinted at the word "life" on the flag. At first glance, this word is a simple traditional character written in cursive script, but it has an extremely primitive charm.

The fortune teller was as lifeless as the flag. Luo Ke sat on the small bench in front of the fortune teller's stall. The thin fortune teller seemed to lower his head and fell asleep. He slept soundly, even snoring.

Luo laughs. The fortune teller is really hearty. Maybe he has nothing, so he has no scruples.

Luo Ke knocked on the table. The fortune teller suddenly woke up and looked around. There was no danger. Finally, he stared at Luo Ke. Luo Ke didn't speak. The fortune teller didn't speak. He just stared at Luo Ke's eyes for a long time.

The fortune teller suddenly narrowed his eyes, lowered his voice and said in a hoarse voice:

"Little brother, I think you will have a bloody disaster in the near future. Give me some food and I'll ease it for you!"

Luo Ke raised his eyebrow. The old man really had all the professional qualities of the old God. He didn't say anything at the beginning. He directly said that you had a disaster of blood first. Luo Ke can only respond to:

"I wonder if the old man can figure out what kind of bloody disaster I have?"

The fortune teller smiled mysteriously and deeply. His face had little meat, his skin was dark, and his face had only a skin supported by bones. He smiled very ugly.

The old man cleared his throat and touched his white beard. He didn't speak. He just looked up at the colorful auspicious cloud umbrella in the sky and Rocco.

Rocco's heart suddenly shook. The old fortune teller's action just now is self-evident. Your blood disaster is above.

"How did he know? There is also a possibility that the fortune teller is deceiving himself and letting me take the initiative to show my feet!" this is the idea in Rocco's heart for a moment.

Luo Ke looked calm and determined that the old man was cheating himself, so he looked at the fortune teller and didn't let the old man see any flaws.

The fortune teller has been quietly stroking his long white beard. He looks very noble.

Finally, Luo Ke opened his mouth first. He pretended not to understand the meaning of the fortune teller and asked:

"I wonder if you can figure out what kind of disaster I have."

The fortune teller was calm and said lightly:

"One person fights several people. Although it is extremely fierce, it will be difficult to defeat four hands with two fists in the end. It is seriously injured, dying and worrying about life and death!"

After saying that, the fortune teller pretended to shake his head sadly.

Luo asked the old man:

"I don't know how to solve my bloody disaster?"

The fortune teller still shook his head, waved his hand and sighed:

"The secret of heaven must not be revealed. I have revealed enough. If I want to deduce it further, it will cost me ten years of life. No! No!"

Luo Ke pursed his lips, nodded, suddenly stood up, hugged the fortune teller, said "excuse me!" and was about to leave.

Seeing this scene, the fortune teller quickly stood up, grabbed Rocco's arm, and said in earnest:

"Young man, seeing that you are so polite, I think you must be warm-hearted and kind-hearted. I don't want to see you die like this. I decided to risk the universal condemnation and force a deduction against the sky."

Rocco lifted his mouth and sat down slowly.

When the fortune teller saw that Rocco was seated again, he breathed a sigh of relief, sorted out the less messy clothes, brewed some words, and said with a puzzled face:

"I've decided to make a tough deduction this time. The consumption of life is only one of them. My physical function must be seriously damaged. Do you have any blood tonic pills, or some monster meat that can fill my stomach... Er... Take out the things to supplement my lost blood essence first, so as to prevent my lack of Qi and blood from being deduced, which may lead to you having no choice, little brother Can't escape this bloody disaster! "

After the fortune teller finished his carefully worded words, he licked his dry lips and looked forward to and worried that Rocco would run away.

At this time, Luo Ke had an impulse to buy a piece of tofu and kill himself. He was really cheap. If he had nothing to do, what would he do to provoke the old guy? But at this time, he could only resist the impulse to hit people. He took out a fat Huoling chicken from Kunling bag, pinched the neck of Huoling chicken and handed it to the fortune teller.

The fortune teller is a well-informed man. Seeing that Huoling's corns are about to jump out, he quickly took over the Huoling chicken, found an old sack under the table and put the Huoling chicken into the bag. He moves very fast, not like an old man at all.

The fortune teller carefully looked around and found that no one saw a precious Huoling chicken here, and no one paid attention here. He was deeply relieved and smiled with two rows of yellow front teeth.