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Chapter 409 Fortune Teller

The two guards tried their best to stop them, but Chen Xiaofan didn't care about them, under the surge of divine power, they couldn't get in at all.

He walked forward with Ning Yu, and the child was very happy that he was alive and kicking.

The man in the distance looked at the two men with the black-faced ghost and powerful divine power. He was not afraid, not afraid, but became more and more excited.

When Chen Xiaofan and the two walked in front of him, the two guards behind him could only sigh silently, and then backed away not daring to approach him.

The surrounding crowd looked at the fortune-telling booth in surprise. Everyone knew that the man was the God of Plague. You said he was inaccurate. He always brought disasters out of his mouth. He was unlucky, and no one would fail.

You can say that he is accurate, but he can only count bad luck. I have never heard him say that others are half good. Some people suspect that he is not a fortune teller at all, but a curse!
Chen Xiaofan brought Ning Yu to the booth. He knew that the guards behind him were standing far away, and he didn't dare to get close. It seemed that this person had some skills, even the guards were able to frighten him away, and he didn't dare to get close at all.

With divine power rippling beside him, he could clearly see the inside and outside of the person in front of him, without any divine power, let alone any other power, pure, a mortal, too ordinary to be ordinary.

Ning Yu quickly sat down at the table, looking at the weird spells in front of him, he was very excited and wanted to play with them, but the fortune teller in front of him quickly stopped him.

"Hey! Child, you can't play with this thing, it won't work if you play with it!"

Chen Xiaofan didn't say much, he took out a gold coin and threw it on the table.

When the man saw the gold coin and heard the crisp sound, his eyes were flooded with light.

He reached out to take it at a speed invisible to the naked eye, and then pushed all the charms on the table to Ning Yu.

"You play, it's all yours, you can do whatever you want!"

Ning Yu laughed happily, and played with the spells in his hand, then he took apart each spell, looked at it after dismantling it, and threw it aside casually.

The fortune teller's complexion was a little pale, but when he thought of the gold coins in his pocket, he immediately piled up a smile again.

"My lord, do you tell your fortune?"

He looked at Chen Xiaofan, the flesh on his face was piled together.

Looking at his earnest smile, Chen Xiaofan also smiled and said:
"Is the calculation accurate? I heard people say that you are not good at fortune-telling, but you are good at cursing people?"

Hearing Chen Xiaofan's words, he wanted to jump up, his eyes changed.

But thinking of something, he softened again.

"My lord, what you say is all the praises of the neighbors!"

Hearing his words, the pedestrians around couldn't help spitting, never seen such a shameless person!
In the entire trading circle, he is the most unpopular person.

But now in front of him is a god from a high-rise in Lun Mountain, so people naturally didn't have the kindness to remind him.

The high-level people in Lunshan are not good things, and the gods who come out of them are not good things. This kind of view is deeply rooted in their hearts.

If a fortune teller can make him unlucky, break his limbs or something, it can also make everyone happy.

Under such a mentality, the people around became extremely quiet. Even if some people were still shopping, they handled things with care, always paying attention to the fortune-telling situation.

With Chen Xiaofan's supernatural power by his side, he naturally knew the surrounding situation. It seemed that the fortune teller really had a hand. Although the people around him kept them at arm's length, they were all listening carefully at the moment.

"How do you calculate? I'm carrying a black-faced ghost, and I'm afraid the appearance won't work."

Chen Xiaofan said casually, and the people around him pricked up their ears and raised their heads slightly.

The gods really want to let the God of Plague tell fortunes, this matter is something to play with.

The fortune teller smiled.

"My lord, if you can't read your face, you can do palm reading. If you can't read your palm, I can still watch your spirit. The fortune-telling skills passed down by my ancestors are trustworthy."

Ning Yu beside him was a little excited.

"I want to count, I want to count!"

Chen Xiaofan reached out and touched his head.

"Be quiet."

Ning Yu was obedient and obedient, and didn't say anything more.

Then Chen Xiaofan stretched out his hand and placed it in front of the table.

"Look at the palmistry, the black-faced ghost will change my Qi, you can't see clearly."

The fortune teller didn't say much, and kept a smile on his face.

He dragged his small bench and flicked his sleeves.

Get closer to Chen Xiaofan's palm, and observe carefully.

He frowned, sometimes pretended to sigh, and sometimes shook his head and frowned.

Seeing him pretending to be a ghost, Chen Xiaofan didn't care at all.

After a while, he seemed to have finally seen some tricks.

"My lord, with your palm reading, I'm afraid your life is not very good!"

The people around listened and gasped, what should come is still coming, this guy hasn't changed!

Chen Xiaofan was not angry at all, just looked at him silently, and asked softly.

"Tell me specifically, what's wrong?"

The fortune teller didn't answer, his eyes glowed brightly, and he made secret gestures with his hands.

Chen Xiaofan understood what he meant, and threw another gold coin on the table.

With quick eyes and quick hands, he quickly took down the gold coin and grinned.

"My lord, fortune-telling is very accurate. If it really comes true, you can't blame me!"

Chen Xiaofan didn't care, knocked on the table, signaling him to continue.

"Your palm is not good, your fate is too low, and there are many broken folds. The previous period was your childhood, and it was safe and sound."

"It's just in the middle, that is, when you were young, your destiny began to change. Look, look!"

As he spoke, he cupped Chen Xiaofan's hand.

Chen Xiaofan frowned, although the other party had no power, but he didn't like strange contact.

Just as he was about to withdraw his hand, he listened to the fortune teller.

"When you were young, you encountered a big change, and your life was reversed. The lifeline in your hand was erratic, and you have gone through countless experiences in the gate of hell."

Chen Xiaofan was attracted by his words, carefully looked at the palm prints on his hands, he found something strange, it seemed that just like what the other party said, his own lifeline was shaking and twisting.

His hand seemed to become a whirlpool, trying to suck him in completely.

The voice of fortune-telling floated and continued.

"Life changes in many ways. When your fate changes, your later life has gone out of track. Friends have left, and life and death are uncertain."

"You want to save them, you want to be the savior."

"But you didn't see your own destiny clearly at all. Everything happened because of you, and everything changed because of you."

"You are the starting point, as well as the end point. If you want to end this innocent disaster, the only way is to end your own life."

The vortex in his hand became more and more intense, Chen Xiaofan listened to the fortune-telling voice, his spirit seemed to fall into it, dazed, dangling, hypnotized.

The divine power gradually weakened, and the body seemed to be rippling in the waves, drowsy and drowsy.

The fortune teller was holding Chen Xiaofan's hand, behind him was a black shadow, and the two guards were standing in the distance, not moving at all, the corners of their mouths were smiling, wantonly, without hesitation.

The people around were also laughing when they heard the fortune-telling, wanton and crazy.

Ning Yu beside him was a little stunned, and after a slight distraction, his eyes suddenly became clear.

The fortune-telling was still going on, but he suddenly felt that his hand was being grabbed, and the harmless young man beside him suddenly made a fuss and grabbed his wrist tightly.

"You are not fortune-telling, it is a curse!"

Ning Yu's voice changed, it was Chen Xiaofan's voice.

The fortune-teller's face panicked and his expression froze.

"Why are you here? Even if you are a god, your consciousness cannot be divided."

His expression became extremely ugly, and his spirit seemed to have suffered a huge blow.

Chen Xiaofan didn't realize that there was a problem with him, but he still took precautions. The will of others may not be split, but he was different. He had experienced schizophrenia as early as in the world of white lines. After more than ten years of separatism, he had already Get used to it.

After possessing divine power, he has been hiding this ability, after all, who would separate his soul without incident.

What's more, there is no suitable shelter.

When I came to the fortune-telling booth, there was nothing unusual about the fortune-teller, and there was no problem, and I didn't notice anything.

But in Lun Mountain, one needs to be on guard against anything.

When Ning Yu was making a fuss just now, Chen Xiaofan touched his head, and poured part of his divine power and will into his body by the way.

Divine power wraps consciousness, ensuring that Ning Yu is controlled, but not harmed.

The fortune-teller didn't notice the difference at all, he activated his ability wantonly.

Curse, this is a hidden power that can be opened without divine power.

It came from beyond the [-] mountains, as soon as his power surged out, the Taoist priest reminded Chen Xiaofan.

The gradually reliable Taoist priest is more sensitive than the alarm.

The power of the curse is very strong, it is an immeasurable mysterious existence, the shadow behind the fortune-telling seems to be the source of the curse, it can even affect the people around.

For example, those mortals are smiling recklessly, for example, their faces show strange happiness.

Chen Xiaofan, as the first contact, had the deepest feeling, and it was hard to extricate himself.

Fortunately, he saved a move, and when the main body was about to fall, Ning Yu beside him made a move.

The divine power burned on the opponent's arm, making the middle-aged man who told the fortune scream loudly.

"My lord, please let me go! I was just entrusted!"

Chen Xiaofan frowned.

"Who sent you here?"

His body trembled slightly, and fear appeared in his eyes.

"My lord, please let me go, I was just entrusted by others!"

He repeated, his voice gradually becoming numb.

Chen Xiaofan felt something was wrong, divine power reverberated in his body, resisting the power of the curse.

"My lord, I was just entrusted by others."

"Entrusted by people!"

Chen Xiaofan's divine power finally penetrated into his body, his brows frowned, and things became very troublesome.

This man is not a real person, he is just a puppet, a machine.

"Kaka...Kaka!!"

His neck was crooked, some parts emerged from the cracked gap, bounced out slowly, and shot towards Ning Yu's face.

Ning Yu's body is not strong, even with Chen Xiaofan's strength to protect him, he can't hold those flying parts, there is black smoke and a strong curse inside.

Step back sideways, avoiding the wacky parts.

But his hand also let go.

The fortune-telling eyes gradually lost their brilliance, his expression became dull, and his body began to collapse.

"My lord. I just."

"only."

He didn't finish his sentence, his body fell down, and he fell headfirst on the table, the shadow behind him faded away, Chen Xiaofan could feel a pair of eyes staring at him inside.

The feeling was fleeting, leaving no evidence.

The black shadows faded away, and the downtown area returned to normal. The pedestrians around let out exclamations of surprise. No one thought that the God of Plague would be subdued to death by the gods.

The vision returned to normal, and the parts on the fortune-teller's neck turned into blood. There was a big opening in the neck, and it continued to flow on the small fortune-telling table.

The two guards behind were awake, they shouted at Chen Xiaofan.

"My lord, are you alright!?"

Chen Xiaofan took back the divine power that was placed on Ning Yu, and Ning Yu was completely awake.

The two guards came behind Chen Xiaofan, he shook his hand slightly.

"Ning Yu, are you alright?"

Ning Yu at the side was a little dazed. He saw the dead fortune teller in front of him, but he didn't know what happened.

"My lord, I'm fine."

Chen Xiaofan sneered in his heart, this is the second time, the curse just now was extremely powerful, if it wasn't for the early warning, even he might not be able to prevent it.

No matter who the other party is, Chen Xiaofan will only feel more and more interesting, trying to prevent himself from moving forward, there may be hidden secrets hidden in this exchange.

Looking at the two guards behind him, Chen Xiaofan's divine power was rippling.

They felt Chen Xiaofan's killing intent, they just bowed slightly and said to him.

"My lord, I'm afraid it's the aborigines' fault. How about I contact the car for you and let's go back?"

Chen Xiaofan smiled.

"No, since they did it, how could I let them go so easily and move on."

After speaking, he pulled Ning Yu up and walked towards the deeper exchange.

The two guards looked at each other and frowned, but they didn't dare to say anything, and followed silently.

After they left, the crowd became noisy, the fortune teller died, and the most venomous person died suddenly.

They felt incredible, and also felt that the departing god was extremely terrifying.

As Chen Xiaofan walked away, a few people came out of the crowd. They were dressed in black, with Lunshan's exclusive logo on their chests.

(End of this chapter)