There's something wrong with my hexagram gold

"Okay, then let me do the math for you and provide you with your date, month, and day of birth."

Soon, the hexagrams were sorted out and turned into the hexagram Ze Zhi Lei Ze Guimei.

"Your hexagram is gold-based. Now you are engaged in finance, mainly speaking."

Zhang Peng looked at his camera. The master is so accurate. Even a discerning person can see it with his eyes, right?

"Don't worry." How could Chen Banxian not understand what he was thinking?

"It is a prosperous day for gold, but today is the Mao day, and the Mao wood will conflict with the Mao hexagram. If it conflicts, there will be harm."

"I advise you not to go out after you return home, otherwise you may suffer from broken bones and tendons."

"Broken bones and tendons?" Zhang Peng doesn't believe this. I'm afraid this person doesn't know that he has extraordinary speed, right?

He was a fast runner before Tiandao returned, and many teachers regretted that he did not major in physical education.

"Okay, I'm done with the interview. If it comes true, predicting good or bad luck is indeed a very powerful mysterious ability."

Zhang Peng said goodbye and left. As he left, he couldn't help but glance at the three Liu Lexian girls.

So envious...

So jealous...

"By the way." Suddenly, Chen Banxian asked, "What color do you like?"

Zhang Peng thought about the problem and said subconsciously: "I like yellow ones."

"Yellow?" Chen Banxian nodded and asked no more questions.

"What a weirdo." Zhang Peng left. He still wanted to interview some lists and continue to collect information about the extraordinary people in the shelter.

In the tent, Chen Banxian said goodbye to the three girls: "I'm going out first."

"What are you going for?" Xiaoxiao asked, "Let's go have dinner together later?"

"I'm going to build my own shelter. It's not convenient to stay here all the time. I'm going to look for any yellow sacks."

Several people:? ? ?

He looked at Zhang Peng from afar, with a split smile on his lips.

"Good boy, finally let me touch you."

The gloomy sky finally darkened, and lights began to light up in some places in the shelter, as well as the hum of generators.

In other places, some fires were lit, and others were lit by candlelight.

Or, it's just pitch black. Anyway, today's life is just a mess.

The tent was lit with a battery flashlight, and I was exhausted.

He interviewed many people today and collected information on more than a dozen extraordinary people.

"When we go back, we must give her brother a good slap in the face in front of Yuanyuan to see who is the king of news today."

He was so complacent that he didn't notice how dark the night road in the shelter was.

With so many extraordinary bosses and troops, could he still die in the shelter?

As for the mission issuer who was suspected of being a mysterious prophetic system during the day, he estimated that he was probably a magician.

Suddenly, his ears twitched, and there seemed to be footsteps behind him.

Zhang Peng's lips curled up, it seemed that he was being targeted by someone.

Unexpected and reasonable.

Maybe some people can't hold on anymore and want to fight the autumn wind. After all, this era is already a wasteland.

It's a pity that he has a super speed and is in the shelter, so I just let him play and hang him up.

But the next moment, a voice came from in front of him.

"Thief Sun, I finally caught you."

who!

Zhang Peng was shocked. Who came to him quietly?

"Brother, we have no grievances. There is no need. If you want to contribute something, I will give it to you!"

He gritted his teeth and suddenly thought of the fortune he had made this morning.

Broken bones and tendons?

Damn it!

"Contribute some? Then give it to me." The voice came, and then handed over a metal card.

Zhang Peng curled his lips, pretending to mark all his contribution points, but the moment he got the metal card, he turned around and ran away!

"Hahaha! Mr. Sun, do you think I am just an ordinary person?"

He has extraordinary speed and can run hundreds of meters in the blink of an eye. He may not be able to fight, but when it comes to escaping, who can catch him?

"Running again?"

Chen Banxian sneered and only made a slight move.

"Boom!" Zhang Peng was dizzy and felt like he had hit a concrete wall!

My whole body hurts, but there was nothing here!

He changed direction and ran again!

"Boom!"

Zhang Peng groaned, got up and wanted to run again, but his vision went dark and he was caught by something.

He struggled, struggled, and tried to yell to get the attention of the shelter guards.

pity……

A stream of air blocks the air, making the place temporarily soundproof.

The shadow man smiled ferociously, with the corners of his mouth raised crazily: "Don't worry, I won't hit you on the back of the head."

He groped for the back of Zhang Peng's head, fearing that he would lose his memory if he hit it, and then took out a wooden stick.

"Be good, it will only take a moment. I, Fang Ping, have always been sincere and conscientious in my treatment of others."

In the dark night, bones are broken!

"Damn it, the labor brothers you photographed are right under the overpass! tui~"

"Still running? Labor and management are going to break your legs this time!"

"I, Fang Ping, hate paparazzi the most. I beat every one I see. When I secretly photographed my brother, did I ever think about who the boss is?"

The figure quickly merged into the darkness.

The next day, there was a slight tremor in the shelter.

The reason was that someone was killed, half of his body was covered with a yellow sack, and his legs were broken.

"It's Fang Ping, it's Fang Ping!"

The victim shouted: "Avenge me, you must avenge me! It was Fang Ping who beat me!"

"Don't get excited yet, our shelter will definitely catch the murderer."

The law enforcers advised him: "It's okay if the bone is broken. We have healing powers that can cure it."

"It's Fang Ping! It's Fang Ping! Why are you waiting to catch the murderer? Go catch him now!"

"You may have misunderstood something." The law enforcer sighed: "Fang Ping is from the military, and he is still on a mission. It can't be him."

"But he said it last night! His name is Fang..."

Zhang Peng was still arguing: "I also recorded it. The murderer is rampant and lawless!"

"Okay, okay, we will catch the murderer."

The law enforcement officers were helpless, this was just a refusal, this "Fang Ping" was obviously a pseudonym, who would be so stupid as to declare his family name?

However, perhaps we can start from the aspect of Fang Ping's enemies, but there is little hope.

The shelter is so big and there is no surveillance, so catching an individual is harder than finding a needle in a haystack.

This unlucky kid... He glanced at Zhang Peng's identity information.

Oh, it’s the paparazzi? That's okay.

"I will expose you!" Zhang Peng fiercely took out his camera: "I have my own weapons and I want to protect my rights!"

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, with a light move in his hand, the camera traced a parabola and fell hard to the ground.

"Who! Who did this!" The law enforcers were shouting, but they didn't see anyone.

But then Zhang Peng let out a scream, louder than when his leg was broken.

"My Kouaisu!"

His loan has not been paid off yet, it hurts, it hurts so much...

In the crowd, Chen Banxian turned off his eyesight-blinding skill and walked towards the crowd leisurely.

He looked down on someone with extraordinary physical speed and just a little energy and blood.

He holds a grudge because he didn't get the Gua Jin yesterday.

Next to the task release office, Chen Banxian found an empty seat that was relatively decent and the feng shui was not too bad.

Bang, the table is put down, bang, the ancestral red cloth gossip is opened:

Look at marriage, look at peach blossoms, predict good or bad luck...