Thriller: I created an alien asylum

On that arm, there was a very familiar bracelet.

It was a gold bracelet that he personally picked out with his own New Year's money and gave to his mother.

Fu Zeyu looked at the monster with a pale face and disbelief.

He wanted to rush over, but his body was stiff in place as if he was out of control, and he couldn't even make a sound in his throat.

Tick! Tick!

The clock in the living room pointed to nine o'clock.

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"No!!!!"

Fu Zeyu watched the monster swallow the remaining arm in one go, and finally rushed forward with a roar.

The next moment, the thorny tail behind the monster pierced his body.

Fu Zeyu's eyes went dark.

He gasped for breath, and the extreme anger and fear had not yet dissipated, causing his emotions to fluctuate violently at the moment.

[… So it was there. ]

At this time, Uncle Ge's voice reappeared in his mind.

[Uncle Ge?]

Fu Zeyu came back to his senses. He looked around. He was still squatting in front of the stall in the dark market, holding the crystal ball in his hand.

He was fortune-telling just now... Then, what was that picture?

Fu Zeyu was a little confused. He thought he was in a hallucination and that everything was just his imagination.

Uncle Ge realized that he was a little emotional at this time. [What's going on? Why is your heartbeat so high? What did you see in the picture?]

Uncle Ge was in a very good mood. He didn't expect to meet a real fortune-teller this time. Even the fortune-telling given by this fortune-teller was not so riddle-like that they needed to rack their brains to decipher it to get the answer they wanted.

Instead, he showed them a clear picture directly in their minds!

At the same time as being happy, Uncle Ge was also very shocked.

A fortune-teller who can do this is already very strong.

He got a great bargain. Generally speaking, the price of divination for a fortune teller with this kind of strength is at least one million, and even if you have money, you may not be able to find the other party.

[I saw a ghost attacking my family...]

Uncle Ge's happy tone suddenly dropped: [What time?]

[Nine o'clock, it should be at night, the lights are still on in the living room.]

It's after twelve o'clock now, and they left home at ten o'clock. At that time, his parents were still sitting at home watching TV, and nothing happened.

It seems that this incident happened at nine o'clock tonight or tomorrow.

Uncle Ge suddenly thought of something: [Boy, that stone carries strange energy, which will attract some ghosts. Hiss, I almost forgot this.]

Before he "died", he was a ghost master himself. He was not afraid of ghosts of ordinary levels.

The dark market is protected by powerful ghost masters, and there are also things that hide the aura inside, so all items with strange energy will not attract ghosts if placed here.

In fact, the strange energy contained in the stone is not much. Unless the ghost is close to it, it will not cause any trouble. Xiaoliu, an ordinary person, has been carrying it for so long without encountering a ghost.

[Is it that stone? ]

Fu Zeyu's expression became very complicated. [Then I can't take this stone home. ]

After talking with Uncle Ge for a few words, only a few seconds passed in reality.

Fu Zeyu looked up at the witch, "I am very satisfied with the result of this divination. I will settle the fee immediately afterwards."

Xiaoliu next to him was stunned. Will it be done soon?

That's 100,000!

It's enough for him to steal several times at the risk of his life.

After all, not every family has valuables, and he needs time and discounts to sell the stolen goods. In terms of conversion, it's really better for the other party to cheat.

Fu Zeyu stood up and walked towards the place where the coins were exchanged in the dark market.

At the same time, he asked Uncle Ge in his heart: [Isn't the fortune teller afraid that I will run away? ]

Watching him leave without paying immediately, the fortune teller didn't have anything.

The man standing behind the fortune teller, who looked like a guard, did not rush over to stop him.

[Running away? What a joke, no one wants to offend a fortune teller with this ability, and every time you visit fate, you will be recorded. If you don't pay a certain price, believe me, you don't want to know the final outcome. ]

[Does it sound scary? ]

Fu Zeyu said that he had learned a little more knowledge.

After Uncle Ge used several of his anonymous accounts to transfer a sum of money, Fu Zeyu was finally able to exchange enough dark gold coins in the dark market.

He first went around other stalls and made sure that there were no items they needed. Then he returned to the last stall and paid the divination fee this time.

[You moved the trajectory of fate and received some gifts from fate. ]

[Ding! The perfection of the witch's character has increased by 7%! ]

In the witch's sight.

The son of the world who was entangled with the extremely chaotic and complex, tight and deep fate line of this world has left.

People who are so closely connected to the world are often important figures who can lead the world's progress.

In other words, such people can also be called the son of luck, or the protagonist.

The fate line on him alone is dazzling.

Wu rubbed his eyes. He had just tried to sort out the messy yarns in countless balls of tangled yarn, which consumed a lot of mental energy.

"Master Wu?" Bo looked at Wu worriedly.

As a person who has been guarding Wu for many years, he knows that once Wu uses his ability too much, he will become extremely tired mentally.

Although only one person was divined this time.

But the fate of some people is very complicated, and the fate of each person is not constant. Predicting the fate of these people, especially those with special fates, consumes a lot of mental energy.

Sometimes divining ten people may not consume much mental energy, and sometimes divining one person may drain Wu's mental energy.

Therefore, although Wu often sets up a stall, his quota for divination every day is actually very rare, sometimes only one, and at most three.

Not only can fate not be peeped at will, but the consumption of mental energy is also a problem.

Bo immediately took out a potion that can replenish mental energy from his backpack and stared at Wu without saying a word.

Until Wu took it helplessly and swallowed it.

After replenishing his mental power, Wu looked much more energetic.

Although this mental power potion can replenish mental power in time, it cannot be used too much. Mental power can be replenished, but fatigue is not so easy to relieve.

"This potion tastes really bad. Next time I must give some advice to the people in the research department."

Wu protested.

Bo thought without comment, perhaps the people in the research department made the mental power potion into this flavor in order to prevent people from eating it as a meal?