Although it is not exquisite, there is no problem in being satisfied.
Peng Fang was worried because his treatment was better than that of ordinary prisoners, but he didn't know if he could get the attention of the gods.
Not long after eating, my eyelids became heavier and heavier.
Before he could yawn for the third time, he tilted his head and fell asleep leaning against the wall.
When he started snoring loudly, He Lingchuan walked into the cell and lightly tapped the wall with his knuckles:
"God Bilu, are you here?"
Peng Fang could only visit Bilu when he was dreaming, which showed that Bilu was more cautious than other gods. But He Lingchuan could not see the gods in his dreams because he did not dream at all in the world of Panlong.
We can only call him out and have a chat. At this time, Bilu is still an insignificant little god, and he is not yet Naluotian, so it should not be difficult to recruit him.
Peng Fang continued to sleep.
He Lingchuan took out the dragon torture pillar and banged it on the wall a few more times: "If it doesn't come out, this thing will be given to other gods."
He waited there for a while, but Peng Fang still didn't respond.
He Lingchuan turned around and left.
Only then did a voice come from behind: "Who is Shuzi?"
He Lingchuan's heart tightened and he turned around slowly.
Peng Fang opened his eyes and sat up straight, leaning against the wall.
His face was still the same, but his expression and temperament were different. He was sitting on the ground, but he looked sternly at He Lingchuan.
He Lingchuan had seen many times the standard demeanor of gods looking down on people.
The Red General, who fights hundreds of battles in the sky, can solve difficulties, nothing like this.
They don't even bother to hide their disdain for humans.
"Tie up your servant and take away this thing." He Lingchuan took a few steps closer and waved the Dragon Punishment Pillar in his hand at him, "I have something to ask."
Peng Fang, no, he should be called Bi Lu now. He pointed to his injury: "Is this the attitude of asking for help?"
Peng Fang must have cried to it in his dream and explained the cause and effect.
He Lingchuan smiled and said: "He who doesn't know is not guilty."
There was no hidden secret on Peng Fang's face, but He Lingchuan still kept a close eye on him.
Among the gods, this is the one most closely related to his destiny, and it is even more powerful than the one in the sky.
This Bilu is not real, or in other words, the God Bilu who lived more than a hundred years ago would not have any intersection with He Lingchuan at all.
He has always defaulted that the world of Panlong is a period of past history, so what he did when he asked Bi Lu was obviously "making something out of nothing". Can it be created?
Can Bilu here behave and think the same way as Nailuotian more than a hundred years later?
He asked Bi Lu here, could he find the answer he wanted?
Two people in different time and space appeared in the same scene to talk at the same time. This was something that had been happening to him since he entered the world of Panlong. He was used to it, but now he felt that this evolution seemed a bit extraordinary.
Huh? Wait, evolution?
As soon as these two words came out, He Lingchuan was slightly stunned.
Why did he think of this word? It seemed to be his long-standing impression of the large square pot.
This was the first time Bilu saw someone being in a daze in front of him, but he didn't rush him and was just as thoughtful.
This boy seems a little weird?
He Lingchuan quickly came to his senses and said seriously: "Peng Fang said, can you change your destiny against the will of heaven?"
Bi Lu raised his eyelids: "Do you want to change your life?"
"Can you tell my fate?" When facing Bi Lu, He Lingchuan did not wear a mask, and there was no need to wear one.
"Just looking at the face is not accurate, you also need to have your name and birthday."
He Lingchuan suddenly realized: "It turns out that the information you need is the same as that of a fortune teller."
Bi Lu's tone was solemn: "You have a strange face, that's why you need more information. I can tell who else is waiting at a glance."
He Lingchuan touched his face: "What should I say?"
"The most obvious ones are short-lived and long-lived. There seem to be other encounters. It's hard to say which one will be the right one in the end."
He Lingchuan thought for a while and told him his name and birth date.
It was nothing more than the name. As soon as the birth date was spoken, Bi Lu's brows furrowed tightly.
Later, he even closed his eyes, as if silently calculating.
He Lingchuan did not bother him and quietly waited for tea time.
Just when he was about to yawn, Bi Lu opened his eyes and cast a wary glance:
"This horoscope does not match your age!"
According to these horoscopes, He Lingchuan should be over fifty now. Even though he has good looks, the spirit of a young man is different from that of middle-aged and elderly people, and Bi Lu can tell it at a glance.
"Yes, but it is." He Lingchuan crossed his arms, "You have calculated for so long and you came up with such an answer?"
He wanted to see how Bi Lu was different from ordinary fortune tellers.
Bi Lu shook his head: "You can't change it, your destiny has too little involvement with this world."
He Lingchuan was slightly shocked: "What do you mean?"
"Your destiny is not in this world!" Bi Lu said every word, "You are not from this world!"
The look he looked at He Lingchuan was particularly sharp.
It was quiet in the cell.
Fortunately, there was no one else here. He Lingchuan looked surprised: "Is this possible? I'm obviously standing here!" Sure enough, there were two brushes.
Bi Ludan said: "How is it impossible? I'm not here too?"
Gods live in the divine realm, but can come to the human world.
To a certain extent, the gods' entry into the human world and He Lingchuan's entry into the world of Panlong are both "intrusions".
He Lingchuan took a long breath and asked again: "If I am in my own world and want to change my destiny against the will of heaven, what advice can God Bilu give me?"
"I can't help you." Bi Lu replied, "You have intersected with both worlds. I can't figure out the trajectory of your fate, so I can't give you any advice."
"Destiny" again?
But He Lingchuan felt that Bi Lu had been planning for so long and should have gained more than this.
After all, Bi Lu looked at him with a strange look, showing both surprise and caution.
So, Bi Lu lied. What did this so-called "God of Destiny" foresee?
He didn't know that in Bi Lu's eyes, He Lingchuan had become a shadow. Thousands of dark lines were intertwined and rolling behind him, stretching toward the distant void as if they were alive. Where Bi Lu could see, there was no end in sight.
How could a mortal have such a complicated thread of fate, which is changing every moment?
Who is this young man?
What's even more frightening is that Bi Lu even vaguely realized that this young man was related to him.
Not now, but in...
In the vague future.
What's going on? Is it the future generations? But he is obviously not from this world!
It had a premonition that He Lingchuan's deeper intersection with it would not seem to be in this world.
He Lingchuan's words interrupted its thoughts: "Can you see the fate of anyone in this world?"
"Of course." Bi Lu pointed to the straw mat in the corner of the room, "In your opinion, your destiny is complicated and unpredictable; but in my opinion, your destiny is like the reeds used to weave the mat, with traces to follow."