After Disappearing For 20 Years, I Return As The Most Powerful Heavenly Master

"good."

The old fortune teller solemnly warned, and everyone nodded in agreement. In terms of actual combat skills, the old fortune teller may not be as good as them, but in terms of predicting dangerous and auspicious signs, no one present can match them.

Just when the old fortune teller was talking to the older generation.

On Turtle Back Mountain where they were approaching, Uncle Asan stood by a willow tree, silently watching everything that happened here.

at this time.

The wind howls.

There were three thousand wicker branches hanging from the willow tree next to him. Even though they were far apart, they were still affected by the wind and swayed in the wind. Uncle Asan crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked away from the divination of his old acquaintance.

Looking up at the gloomy sky:

"I changed my fate against the will of heaven and extended the life of eight people. I'm afraid the underworld won't just sit idly by."

After saying that, he spread out his generous palms with a stack of scratch-off cards in his palms. He couldn't help but look into the tent, pointing directly at the eight people in the tent, Mr. Hong.

He thought for a while and had no choice but to go find them now.

I plan to wait and see what happens.

Death calamity is the prerequisite for forming a relationship with Zhang Ze, but these old men are currently facing death calamity. If their fates can be changed against the will of heaven, the death calamity will be lifted and the possibility of forming a relationship with Zhang Ze will be lost.

Although he didn't think Old Taoist Zhang Yang and the others could succeed, what if they did.

immediately.

Uncle Asan is like an ancient tree, standing here, quietly waiting for the results, like an ancient emperor, standing high and overlooking his subjects.

In this way, time passed bit by bit while waiting.

When the time came to 7:30 pm.

As night falls, except for the constant rolling drought and thunder, the sky above the forest area is not much different from the surrounding night sky. They are all dark, but this is only what ordinary people see.

The old fortune tellers and the older generation looked solemn, and they all picked up magic weapons in their hands.

The reason.

The wind stopped.

The strong wind that had been blowing around fell as night fell, and stopped blowing as if they were afraid of the night. However, the old fortune teller and the others knew that the strong wind was not afraid of the night, but the danger that was about to follow.

Like the calm before the storm.

The moment the wind stopped, everyone's thoughts started to rise one after another. The whole cinnabar circle was so quiet that one could hear the breathing clearly.

Even in the tent, Mr. Hong and the others held their breath and did not dare to make any movement. They understood that there was a situation now, for fear that their movements would disturb the old fortune teller and the others.

Everything seemed quiet.

All that was left was the clanging of copper coins.

The old fortune teller held the turtle shell with both hands and shook it, making a crisp sound of copper coins. With every sound, everyone's heart beat.

The wind suddenly stopped, and they knew something was wrong, but they didn't know whether the situation was good or bad. They could only rely on the old fortune teller to judge.

soon.

The copper coins of the Five Emperors were poured out.

When the old fortune-teller saw this, he suddenly trembled. The fat old man from the corpse exorcism sect who was not in the same direction as the Eight Trigrams asked questions. He said in a heavy voice:

"A great disaster, a bloody disaster."

Everyone's pupils shrank when they heard this. Even if they had been mentally prepared, the moment they heard it, their hearts inevitably tightened.

Especially when I heard the words ‘bloody disaster’.

As experts in the supernatural circle, how could they not know the meaning of these four words? There will probably be things that will be difficult for even the older generation to deal with together, and some people may even die.

For a while.

The atmosphere was extremely dull.

However, no matter how dull and solemn it was, none of them had any intention of escaping after taking another look at the tent.

"They are all men."

Uncle Asan saw all this, crossed his arms over his chest, and gave an onlooker's comment.

Immediately afterwards.

Just as it was about to continue observing.

"come yet."

He suddenly looked towards the road leading to the forest area.

As he turned his head, a few seconds passed. At this moment of silence so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, the old fortune teller and the others heard the sound.

Da da da……

There were footsteps one after another, accompanied by a sound, and a sound like chains falling on the ground and being dragged along.

Follow the source of the sound.

The old fortune tellers and the older generation all looked towards the road, in the same direction as Uncle Asan was looking.

Looking at the road.

As night falls, the street lights on both sides of the road light up one by one, and the yellow light shines on the cement road, which looks dim and dim at the moment.

Watch carefully.

The road stretched all the way into the distance, and as far as the eye could see, the street lights there seemed to be short-circuited, flickering, as if they were going to go out at any moment.

The light of the street lights is gradually fading.

No.

It's not that the brightness of the street lights has become weaker, it's that it's foggy.

On the road at the end, there was a hazy fog, like a rising tide, rushing toward them. The street lights were covered with fog, and the brightness became weak, giving them a sense of the afterglow of the dawn and the end of the world.

The old fortune tellers and the others listened carefully.

The sound of footsteps and the drag of chains rippled out from the mist on the road.

Obviously, the end of the road is far away, and it takes a long time for the fog to come from the end, but in just a few seconds, the fog can be seen sweeping in with the naked eye. Wherever it passes, the street lights turn on and off, and the lights become dim.

Also as it gets closer.

The old fortune tellers all saw it, and even Mr. Hong who was standing in the tent looking out also saw it...

In that heavy fog, with the light shining through, there were black figures moving inside.

The quantity is not small.

There were a dozen figures, walking very briskly. When you saw the reflection of the figures through the mist, you could see that they were all walking on tiptoes.

next moment.

The mist surged, and figures walked out of it.

They were dressed in jet-black ancient costumes, holding either spears that looked like harpoons in their hands, or dragging long blood-colored chains. The dragging sound was caused by the chains dragging along the ground.

Everyone's skin is blue-grey, and they look like humans, but they are not living people. They have the aura of death on their bodies, exuding chills.

This is a ghost!

And this is no ordinary ghost.

"The underworld soldiers, they are still here." The old fortune-teller had a stern look on his face, recognizing these simple-looking ghosts.

at this time.

A dozen Yin soldiers looked lifeless and expressionless as they glanced at the older generation present. Finally, their eyes locked on the tent, and then they walked straight towards the tent.

This is a group of underworld soldiers.

If according to folk customs, when encountering Yin soldiers crossing the border, living people must give way and cannot block Yin soldiers or block them. Once they interfere, something ominous will happen.

However, even though the old physiognomist and the others knew this custom and taboo, they stopped them in front of the Yin soldiers today.

They were walking in the Bagua direction where the old fortune teller was.

The old fortune teller took out a large stack of banknotes with the words Tiandi Bank printed on them and threw them at the Yin soldiers. A large number of banknotes flew all over the sky.

"A little bit of kindness, please accept it."

The next second.

A surprising scene occurred.

The Yin soldiers who were walking stopped, their lifeless eyes reflected Ming Chao, and they immediately stretched out their hands to grab Ming Chao.

Any drama? !

The old fortune teller raised his eyebrows, and sprinkled out more money as if he didn't want money. One handful was worth more than 50 million yuan, and he sprinkled it out one after another, and said bluntly:

"This is money for buying money, and it is also money for passing people. Please use it to buy drinks. As long as you pretend nothing happened today, take a detour through this area."

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