Chapter 228

Rural people believe this. Even those who usually don't believe the old man's nonsense feel that some pores stand tall and think carefully.

After all, how can these five good people suddenly look like evil spirits? After being helped up from the stream, they all giggle and become unconscious fools.

Just looking at it, it's frighteningly tight.

And their breathing is getting weaker and weaker!

People without breathing are like drowning in the water. They will die within a few minutes.

If the old man's words are completely shocked to everyone, then this female voice, if it seems to have nothing, gives everyone a glimmer of hope.

The old man suddenly heard the sounds of nature as if he were indifferent to everything. He turned around tremblingly and looked at the Secretary Tong with a surprised expression on his face.

After seeing Si Tong's age and appearance, the old man refuted and shouted:

"Hell will take them, that's the Lord of hell has the final say!" but not a little girl you say, no charge!

"The great God of hell, he is in charge of the life and death of all creatures. All species have their own destiny.

"Their fate is exhausted. Unless the great God of hell appears and rewrites their destiny, even if they escape today, they will not survive in the future..."

The fortune teller knew her rule of hell in charge of all creatures.

Si Tong didn't refute the old man's words for the first time. She didn't speak, but looked at each other coldly.

Yes, the rule of hell is the law governing the life and death of all creatures.

Few people will believe that there are gods of hell and gods in this world.

Even fortune tellers, feng shui masters and other people related to metaphysics will not believe that there are gods in the world.

But the fortune teller seemed to know one or two.

After all, Si Chen is the grandson of old Wu.

At this time, old Wu strode forward, frowned and looked at the fate for sichen himself.

As the head of the Feng Shui aristocratic family, old Wu naturally has strength, but when he gets the result, he still doesn't change his face:

"Fate... Nearly..." is the same as the result obtained by the fortune teller.

Then he looked at the lives of the five people next to him and got the same result.

When Si Weimin heard this, his legs softened and he just thought that Si Chen would suffer today because he forcibly took him to the teahouse.

He came to Wu with a limp. His face was full of tears. Because he was lame and couldn't walk fast, he knelt down straight after two steps and grabbed Wu's trouser legs:

"You, you save my child. Please save him. I'll be an ox and horse for the Wu family in my next life. Please save him..."

Wu Lao didn't open Si Weimin for the first time, but turned his eyes to Si Tong.

The people around soon realized that old Wu was also an expert.

As for what Si Tong said just now, it didn't cause much response at all. After all, as a teenage girl, she doesn't have much persuasion from the appearance.

On the contrary, old Wu, who is 60 or 70 years old, is full of the spirit of the old man's old strategy. What he says from old Wu's mouth is more convincing.

However, just as Wu looked at Si Tong, the old man shook his head and sighed that the five people were dying soon.

All kinds of people gathered on the side. There were families of the victims, onlookers, and everyone suddenly had dilated pupils.

But see there, Si Tong's clear and cold face has no other look.

She calmly walked to the five people who seemed to be evil and made such a move that made the whole audience exclaim and boil like a miracle——