Burning Incense In Prison: Mistaken For A Fortune Teller

"Master, I'm ready to rest, let's continue!"

Feng Yue's eyes revealed excitement, and he was full of energy as never before. Every time Zhao Yi injected a ray of true energy, he felt like he had been in deep sleep for more than ten hours.

He has hypnotized so many people in succession, and his understanding of the technique has been greatly deepened, which is comparable to years of hard training.

The title of Zhao Yi also changed from adult to master.

In his opinion, Zhao Yi is as good as the master, and even more powerful than the master in some aspects!

"Walk."

Zhao Yi and Feng Yue went to the next place, and until 12:30 noon, all the more than 20 people who knew the location were hypnotized.

They are all deep hypnosis. Without external help, it is difficult to wake up within a week.

The two of them were sitting in the Hongyun Qitian Samsung Hotel opened by Qin Hong. Feng Yue ordered a large table of dishes as a thank you. When he was about to finish the meal, he poured tea for Zhao Yi respectfully: "What should we do next?"

Facing Zhao Yi, who was disguised as Artest, Feng Yue was no longer as vigilant as before.

With the other party's methods, if he really wanted to kill himself, he would not survive until now.

"Now you ask the magician to send a video to testify that Artest has a big problem and brought a mysterious master to kill me. Everyone who went to the pavilion that night was destroyed because he wanted to get the information of the killer in the group chat and reduce the fight for one billion Bounty entrants.”

"Then let the twenty-odd killers who were hypnotized have a private chat with the killers who were not hypnotized, saying whether they should cooperate with each other to reduce the risk of being suddenly attacked and killed."

Zhao Yi took a sip of tea, which was far different from what Li Botao had in prison, so he drank it reluctantly.

I didn't kill the magician last night, I just kept it for now.

"Wonderful!"

Feng Yue slapped his thigh excitedly. Now all the killers in the group were in panic, afraid of being suddenly attacked. There must be many people who wanted to hug each other for warmth.

"Just do it after you eat. I'll stay in the hotel. If you find something useful, let me know."

Zhao Yi casually dealt with it for a few words, got up and left the box. Feng Yue looked at the back of him leaving. After confirming that he had gone away, a strong fear appeared on his face. He took out his mobile phone to talk to his superior: "I'm sorry for pretending to be Artest." There are now three guesses about the identity of the mysterious person.”

The other person was silent for a second: "Continue."

"First of all, he is indeed a member of the Night Watch department, but the probability is very low. With his strength, it is impossible to overuse his talents."

"The night watchman in Dongshan Province is facing a difficult problem. There is obviously not enough manpower, otherwise I would not be allowed to come to Yuncheng alone."

Feng Yue paused as he spoke: "Of course it cannot be ruled out that he is a night watchman from other provinces, a person with a very respected status, who accidentally traveled to Yuncheng."

The Night Watchmen are spread all over the country and in every province, and they are not in contact with each other. The other party uses disguise, and it is difficult to judge the authenticity in a short time.

"The second is that he is a member of the Tianji Sect. The Tianji Sect has unpredictable powers. He has deduced the secrets and made various predictions, so he can tell that I am the night watchman."

After Feng Yue finished speaking, he smacked his lips: "Of course the probability is even lower."

"Why?"

The superior on the other side asked curiously.

"First of all, deducing the secrets of heaven itself is an act of defiance. No matter how talented you are, it will take thirty years to enter the industry, and the youngest person who can achieve success has to be over sixty years old. Moreover, if you have a glimpse of the heavens, you will be jealous of the heavens. Every fortune-telling will be done The price is heavy and no one has a happy ending.”

"Although there are amazing magical skills, it is difficult to flourish. There are only a few successors in the past dynasties, and they have to hide in the mountains and hide in the world, trying not to be contaminated by the cause and effect of the world."

"Although that man has concealed his true appearance, you can feel that his vitality is as strong as a furnace. In addition to fortune telling, he also has the ability to kill people by blowing air into ice. At least only a real person or King Wu can do that."

Whether it is deducing the secrets of heaven or blowing air into ice, each requires a lot of time to practice, and it is difficult to do them well.

People's energy and time are limited, and they can overwhelm their peers if they can master it.

"What about the last one?"

The superior's tone also became solemn, he didn't expect the situation to be so complicated.

"The last one is... he worships the Immortal Family, and he is a very fierce one, so he has the ability to tell fortunes and blow money, which is enough to rival the real person and King Wu!"

After finishing speaking, Feng Yue sighed and his tone became very anxious: "No matter how you say it, he is a friend now. Send a powerful person over quickly. If he is really an enemy, Yuncheng will be in disaster!"

Zhao Yi, who walked out of the box on the other side, did not intend to go back to prison. He took the elevator to the front desk on the first floor and said, "Hello, I want to open a presidential suite."

If Qin Hong dares to set up a killing trap for himself with Mr. Hu, he doesn't have to think about leaving the funeral alive. The only three-star hotel in Yuncheng will be his own property by then, and the right to stay now should be inspected in advance.

At the front desk, a very sweet-looking young girl in a bright gray professional suit with a narrow skirt, a blue ultra-short tight skirt and black stockings checked the available rooms on the computer and said very politely: "The presidential suite is open at nine a day. One thousand eight hundred yuan, sir, please provide me with your ID card.”

"Wait a moment."

Zhao Yi took out Artest's mobile phone and entered a series of numbers. After a while, a weak middle-aged male voice sounded from the other side: "Who are you...How come you have my private number?"

"I am an international master invited by Master Hu. Due to being wanted by Daxia officials, I currently have no place to stay. Master Hu said I can come to you if I have any questions."

Zhao Yi lowered his voice and used Artest's voice. Qin Hong on the other side of the phone was stunned for a second, and then his tone became serious: "Where are you... now?"

Qin Hong, who was resting in the hospital, listened to the unfamiliar voice on the phone and knew it was the master invited by Master Hu, so he didn't have much doubt in his heart.

"I was at the front desk of your hotel and she asked me to show my ID."

After hearing what Zhao Yi said, Qin Hong immediately said: "Please pass your phone to the front desk, and I will say it."

Since he was an international master invited by Mr. Hu, he must not fall behind on the etiquette. When Zhao Yi handed the phone to the front desk, he repeatedly told him to open the one with the highest specifications and send a few discerning waiters around the clock. Don't let the guests in front of you become dissatisfied!

The call ended.

The front desk handed back the phone respectfully. There was a hint of crimson in the round melon seeds. This was the first time I met a customer who made the boss so solemn.

Zhao Yi led the way from the sweet front desk to the highest floor of the hotel, a presidential suite with the highest specifications. It is usually not open to ordinary customers. Only the boss or distinguished guests are eligible.

The most eye-catching thing is the huge floor-to-ceiling window, which takes up almost the entire wall, filling the room with natural light and providing an unobstructed view of the city.

Before the sweet receptionist left, he put a piece of white paper on the table with his contact information written on it.

Zhao Yi just glanced at it, with a contemptuous smile on his lips, casually crumpled the white paper into a ball and threw it into the trash can: "My damn charming charm."