mine in my dream

Chapter 141
Li Yu was a little dazed: "The number is empty? How is this possible?"

He often calls Wang Fugui and others, why is the number now empty?
supernatural event?

Li Yu was dumbfounded.

Just when Li Yu was wondering, Jiang Shan called again.

Her voice was mocking: "What's the matter? Do you want to understand?"

Li Yu said quietly: "I haven't figured it out yet."

Jiang Shan said: "I checked for you. Their mobile phones use software and a protective number to protect privacy."

Li Yu: "..."

He was a little helpless, he didn't know what kind of privacy these three people had, and they needed to be so cautious.

Jiang Shan added: "As for their real numbers, I also found them, but they are no longer in the service area, and the phone cards may have been damaged. The last place they appeared was near Wangzhuang."

"But I guess, they have already left there. And when they left, they should have fiddled with the mobile phone card."

Li Yu snorted, feeling more and more worried.

Jiang Shan wondered, "Are they really your friends?"

Li Yu said helplessly, "Of course."

Jiang Shan said with a smile: "My friend, don't even know the real phone number?"

Li Yu felt that there was some irony in Jiang Shan's tone.

He said helplessly, "You don't have to worry about that."

The two chatted nonsense for a while, and Li Yu hung up the phone.

Now Li Yu was standing on the street in Changshan City, a little dazed.

Wang Fugui and the others couldn't be contacted, what should I do now?Where is the so-called association?Do you want Li Yu to participate in the competition by himself?

But the point is, what if I participated in the competition?What happened to Wang Fugui and the others?
After they went after the woman who searched for souls, there was no more news. Could it be that... they were killed by that woman?
Wang Fugui can't be so incompetent, can he?

For a while, Li Yu's mind was in a mess.

Li Yu began to wander aimlessly on the street, he wanted to find some practitioners and inquire about the situation.

But it's hard.

Practitioners nowadays also dress up like ordinary people, and it is even more difficult to distinguish them by clothing.

Li Yu can only look for it by virtue of his temperament, and sometimes he has to observe to see if the pedestrians on the road are carrying weapons.

Stopping and stopping like this, Li Yu walked near a park.

There was an old man who set up a stall at the gate of the park.

The old man looked at Li Yu with a smile: "Look at your worried face, have you encountered something troublesome? Come on, come on, I will make a fortune for you, and I promise to make you suddenly enlightened."

After hearing this, Li Yu's eyes could not help but brighten up: Yes, let me do the math, don't you know everything?

But when he glanced at the old man's booth, he was a little discouraged: This is probably a liar, right?
On the old man's booth, there were not only Zhouyi horoscopes, but also a painting of a Buddha statue. In addition, there was a stack of Tarot cards.

Which faction does this believe in?

The old man seemed to see Li Yu's hesitation, and he smiled and said, "These are all cover-ups. My real skills are not here."

Li Yu asked puzzledly, "Where is it?"

The old man took out a big jar, which was full of fine sand.

He handed Li Yu another pen, and said proudly, "Fuji."

Li Yu was slightly taken aback.

The old man said: "There are many people in the world. After people die, they will turn into ghosts. Some ghosts can't go away, wander around, and like to play tricks on people."

"And I can drive this kind of ghost to do things for the living. You can use the Fushi to let those ghosts tell you what you want in your heart."

Li Yu snorted and nodded slowly.

The old man may seem like a liar, but the theory makes sense.

Li Yu suspected that he was also a practitioner.

Recently, the association is going to conduct a competition in Changshan. There should be a lot of practitioners here, and maybe this old man is one of them.

Li Yu held the pen in his hand.

The old man said to him: "If you think about what you want to ask in your heart, those lonely ghosts will sense it. Let me help you find a fairy."

Afterwards, the old man muttered to himself and chanted some difficult spells.

Suddenly, Li Yu felt a chill all over his body, as if the surrounding temperature had dropped several degrees.

Then, Li Yu found that his hands were moving, shaking uncontrollably.

Immediately afterwards, the range of movements became larger and larger, and the pen continued to write in the sand.

The words were very illegible, and it was hard to tell whether they were written or not, but the old man seemed to be able to recognize them, and recorded them one by one on the nearby paper.

After a while, Li Yu's hand stopped, and the cold feeling disappeared.

The old man breathed a sigh of relief, and said to Li Yu, "Congratulations, you've got your answer."

Li Yu took it over and saw that it was an address, specific to the address of the house number.

Li Yu: "..."

He looked at the old man suspiciously: "I heard that the result of the Fushi is usually a poem. Why are you... a little too specific?"

The old man said with a smile: "The result of supporting a spirit depends on the magic power of the person who supports it."

"If I don't have enough mana and forcefully invite the gods, the gods and ghosts around me will not only ignore me, but even tease me."

"But now that my mana is strong enough, these gods and ghosts will be careful. Not only will they do things honestly, but they will also tell what they know."

The old man patted Li Yu's shoulder: "It looks like you should go to this place."

Li Yu said, "Thank you very much."

The old man smiled slightly: "You're welcome, 100 yuan."

Li Yu thinks it's a bit expensive, but... Anyway, spending money can earn points, forget it.

Li Yu paid the money and left. The old man stared at him for a long time, then shook his head slightly.

At this time, another old man came back from the public toilet clutching his stomach. He stared at the old man in the booth and said, "What are you doing? Why are you sitting here with me?"

It turned out that he was the real fortune teller.

The old man gave a dry laugh, and quickly stood up: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm tired from walking, take a rest."

The old man who had just had diarrhea snorted coldly: "It's not good to rest there, rest here. This is a treasured place of geomantic omen, do you have such a great fortune? Sit here later, the emptiness will not be replenished, it is indispensable going to be seriously ill."

The old man said humbly: "Yes, yes, thank you for your advice."

The old fortune-teller looked him up and down for a while: "Forget it, we are destined to meet each other. I see that your seal is black, and there will be bloody disasters soon. Shall I give you a solution?"

The old man shook his head and coughed dryly: "That's unnecessary..."

The fortune-telling old man stared at him: "What's the point?"

The fortune-telling old man took the lead, and had already drawn a piece of Ping An Fu: "It's specially drawn for you, 100 yuan, bring it."

"Oh." The old man sat down obediently, a little depressed in his heart: The hundred haven't been warmed up yet, and they are going to be handed over now?
(End of this chapter)