The warlock said: "Pianyin seizing food means that having compatriots from your hometown are your enemies, which is equivalent to two tigers fighting for food. They want to get rid of you and then hurry up. When two pearls meet an owl, your two eyes will encounter disaster.
The consequences will be serious, and you will probably go blind..."
As soon as these words came out, Ximen Lang and Mei Mei's expressions changed drastically, and they were amazed in their hearts. This fortune teller was so accurate, they were like living gods. It was unbelievable.
Seeing the two men's expressions moving, the warlock guessed that his calculation was correct, and then said: "If my calculation is correct, this gentleman's eyes have been damaged and he is blind."
Rose's face was full of surprise, she nodded hurriedly, and said in a trembling voice: "Master, you are absolutely right. Then I want to ask you, can his eyes get better?"
The warlock showed a trace of apology on his face, shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, because of my limited ability, I can only calculate these. As for what you want to know, only my master can predict it accurately."
Rose quickly asked: "Where is your master?"
The warlock said: "It's not far from here, in the stone house in the woods. If you want to ask my master to tell this gentleman's fortune, I can take you there."
Rose said: "Okay, you can lead us there now."
Ximenlang's eyes behind his sunglasses were fixed on the warlock's face, full of doubts, and he nodded and said, "Let's go."
The warlock seemed to have been setting up a stall here for a long time and was familiar with the people around him. He asked the man on the right selling small jade pendants to help him look after the items on the table, and then led Ximen Lang and Mei Mei along the path up the mountain.
The warlock walked in front, and Rose held Ximen Lang's hand and followed behind. From time to time, she reminded her that there were traps under her feet, showing her utmost concern.
After walking about 500 meters, a piece of flat land appeared ahead, with a small courtyard surrounded by wooden piles, covered with green ivy, which was quite elegant.
There was a dilapidated stone house in the courtyard, which was very simple. The warlock stopped at the door of the courtyard and said: "My master has an order that only the fortune teller himself is allowed to enter, so I'm sorry, Ms. Rose, I just
If you can lead Mr. Ximen in, you can only wait outside the yard."
Rose frowned and said with some dissatisfaction: "Then I'll tell you the fortune, so we can go in together, right?"
The warlock shook his head and said: "I'm sorry, the master has made a rule that only one person can tell fortunes every day. If you want to tell fortunes, then Mr. Ximen can't tell fortunes."
Rose said angrily: "What's going on? There are such unreasonable rules."
Ximen Lang said: "Little sister, don't be angry. There are always some weird rules among experts in this world. I think you should wait for me here. I will be fine."
Rose had no choice but to say: "Okay." She then said to the warlock: "My eldest brother can't see, you have to take more care of him."
The warlock said, "Don't worry, I will take good care of him." He held Ximen Lang's sleeve and walked into the courtyard, crossed the stone path, pushed open the heavy wooden door, and entered the stone house.
Rose stood outside the courtyard anxiously, waiting anxiously...
The stone house didn't even have windows, only a few fist-sized holes. Sunlight shone in through these holes, making the interior very dark and humid.
The warlock led Ximen Lang into the room, led him to the west corner, moved the chair, and said, "Sir, please sit down."
When Ximen Lang sat down, the warlock said, "Master, I have brought a guest." Then he stepped aside and hid far away.
Ximen Lang looked over with starry eyes behind his sunglasses and saw a man in black sitting in the dark opposite the table, wearing a black hat on his head, sunglasses on his face, and many red bumps. His heart moved, what could it be?
That guy Hong? Damn it, I'm just trying to settle a score with you. I continue to pretend to be blind largely just to catch you, a cunning fox. I didn't expect that you are so evil and want to harm me. Let's go.
Watch and see!
This man in black was none other than He Hong. He had not been able to kill Ximen Lang, which made him unwilling to do anything. April 18th was the day to go to the temple fair, and he calculated that Ximen Lang should come to Guandi Temple for help during this critical period of blindness.
God bless me, so I specially arranged a trap for the other party to exploit.
Now, He Hong saw the blind Ximen Lang being fooled and sitting alone on the chair opposite, like a helpless lamb being slaughtered. He had a sinister smile on his face and cursed in his heart, "You bastard, your death has come.
!" He raised his right hand, showed the sharp spear in his hand, straightened it slowly, and moved it over bit by bit.
He Hong is very cunning. He knows in his heart that Ximen Lang is a top expert. Although he is blind, he has the ability to listen to the wind and distinguish shapes. If he moves too fast and makes the wind sound, he will easily be noticed by the opponent and dodge, causing him to be unable to
Stabbing the vital part all at once would cause Ximen Lang to resist, which would be very troublesome. Therefore, he moved the spear little by little and stabbed it towards the enemy's heart.
Ximen Lang looked at the spear handed to him with an expressionless face. Feeling the despicability and cruelty of the guy opposite, he cursed in his heart, Damn it, you want to kill me, but there is no way!
Not far away, when the middle-aged warlock saw this scene, he hurriedly held his breath, not even daring to breathe out, and watched helplessly as the spear stabbed through slowly.
Suddenly, Ximen Lang's starry eyes flashed with cold light, he suddenly started to move, and quickly extended his hands.
He Hong was shocked, but he was caught off guard. Ximen Lang used his big hand to grab his wrist, twisted it hard, and the spear was snatched away.
Ximen Lang cursed, "Bastard!" He flipped his wrist and heard a bang. The sharp spear penetrated He Hong's right hand and stuck on the table, blood gushing out suddenly.
He Hong's palm was nailed to the table by the spear thorn. He screamed in pain and the muscles on his face twitched violently. However, the nightmare was far from over. At the same time as Ximen Lang took action, his left leg suddenly launched under the table and kicked him.
Between the opponent's legs.
This kick was so powerful that it could break even a stone tablet, let alone He Hong's flesh and blood body. Especially the one that was kicked was a relatively weak part of his body. For a moment, it was like a chicken flying egg.
The unbearable pain almost made him faint.
Seeing such a bloody scene, the warlock who was watching was so frightened that he screamed and hurriedly ran towards the door, trying to escape.
Rose outside the courtyard heard the screams coming from the stone house, her pretty face suddenly changed color, she suddenly flew up, landed in front of the stone house in the courtyard like lightning, kicked open the door and rushed in. When she saw the warlock trying to escape
Go out and kick out fiercely, sending the opponent's body flying up and landing on the ground far away.