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Chapter 244 The Battle of the Psychics 53
The old shaman is still channeling.

Hearing what the little monkey said, he couldn't hold back his kind expression.

"Okay, it's all wrong." The old shaman admitted his mistake helplessly.

The little monkey felt relieved and put his arms around his arms, indicating that it was about the same.

"Ready? We're going to the next place."

The little monkey stared at the void and communicated with the old shaman.

In its eyes, in the void, the eyes of that skeleton were like a whirlpool, and there were hundreds of wraiths around it, which made it feel a burst of pressure.

The old shaman connected with it, and naturally discovered the state of the little monkey, and became more serious.

In the next second, he felt his body sink, as if he had fallen into a dark well.

At the bottom of the well, countless bones piled up, and most of them were the remains of children. They were used in the most painful way of death, refined into commodities by evil wizards, and sold at high prices to rich people. ...

In the blood and killing caused by worldly desires, it is no different from being in purgatory on earth.

"Your Excellency, I want to exit this place, please lead me to exit this place."

As soon as the old shaman came in, he couldn't help trembling, cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and prayed anxiously to the spirit body.

Even if there is only a sliver of his consciousness here, the resentment seems to have soaked through his body, bringing great torture to the will...

The old shaman never thought that there would be such a dangerous person in the war of psychics!
Tong Fei'er is ten thousand times more evil than he imagined!
The little monkey struggled to bring his consciousness back to reality.

Only then did the old man heave a sigh of relief, his clothes and the clothes on his back were wet with cold sweat.

Only Rangel can experience this feeling.

Rangel clenched his fingers and looked at the screen seriously.

"God bless, I hope the old shaman is not scared."

Rangel whispered very quietly, she was very sure that the picture the other party saw might be the same as her, or even more terrifying.

As a person living in a peaceful age, she couldn't imagine why there were such crazy people.

As for Tong Feier, she has even been dealing with this group of people...

Hope the old shaman can reveal her true colors.

Seeing that the old man was so tired, Li Ji knew that something bad must have happened to him.

At this moment, she only hopes that people will be safe and sound!

"I'm psychic."

On the screen, the old shaman spoke slowly after resting for a while.

Because he only said one sentence from the beginning to the end, the staff asked one more question: "What did you sense?"

The old shaman raised his eyes to look at him. His serious and cold eyes made Alexander instantly realize his name... Stressful Shanda.

"I feel it. Opposite is a woman, a person who will do whatever it takes to achieve her goal."

"She has no conscience, oh no, she doesn't even have a heart."

The old shaman walked up to Alexander, took the pen and paper, and wrote a sentence seriously.

Then she said to the camera: "Her name is Tong Fei'er."

Alexander saw the words on the paper, which were not much different from what Rangel had written before. His pupils shrank slightly, and he quickly put the paper into the envelope.

"Then let's reveal the answer."

Alexander's hands trembled when he opened the curtain. If both psychics sensed it correctly, wouldn't he be in front of a murderer?

Alexander tugged at the opening cloth.

Tong Feier was kneeling in front of her altar, looking up at him, as if very disappointed.

"Totally wrong, it seems that the old man's psychic ability is also very average!"

(End of this chapter)