When the tip of the thumb touches the joints of the other four fingers, a golden light will appear every time it touches, and it will disappear in an instant.
This is an invisible technique that Victor used to perform, just like the dream fortune teller, used to predict fortune and good or bad luck.
But today, he discovered a very strange phenomenon.
At first, the golden light on those knuckles flashed regularly, but when he was about to get the result, the hexagrams on the entire palm were all messed up!
Victor only saw six hexagrams running around on his fingers, as if they were deliberately trying to disrupt the divination conclusion he had drawn.
Surprised, Victor already noticed something was wrong, so he hurriedly stopped.
But it was still too late. When he finished his calculation, he suddenly discovered that everything around him suddenly became blurred, and a thick fog inexplicably surrounded him.
He has left Renekton in the material world, and the position he is in now seems... as if he has been dragged into the dense fog of the secret place!
Victor was shocked. He would never have thought that he was somehow pulled into the secret place just by doing a fortune telling.
"What happened? Am I in a dream or something..."
The situation was extremely strange. Victor could only feel the thick fog around him drilling into his seven orifices, and a spiritually tearing corrosive feeling was constantly devouring his sanity.
This is the spiritual pollution contained in the dense mist of Misu, which according to Adolf, can only be resisted by the seers of the Third Esoteric Tract.
At the critical moment, Victor reached out and touched his bronze key.
And the next second, there was a loud bang, and a strange and dilapidated Taoist temple seemed to burst through the void and mysteriously appeared behind Victor.
In just a moment, the yellow clothes floated out of the Taoist temple and automatically draped themselves on Victor, helping him resist the polluted gray fog in the secret residence.
How dangerous!
Victor couldn't help but sigh with emotion. If he had been slower for a few seconds, he would have been completely eroded by the gray mist, and he didn't know what he would become in the end.
Raising his hand, Victor saw that the six hexagrams on the palm joints were still in a disordered state, and his skin was still hot and irritating, and he could feel it even in his spiritual state.
"What's going on?"
Victor whispered softly, but then, a huge pressure that he didn't see but could feel came from the thick fog like an overwhelming force!
With a roar, the fog directly in front of Victor was dispersed by some kind of air wave, and a shadow so huge that it reached the sky appeared in the depths.
The shadow was like a towering tree trunk hidden in the gray mist, or like a thick pillar. It collapsed in front of Victor, and was bound to completely crush everything in front of it!
Victor's eyes widened as he looked at the huge shadow above his head. The thing was only halfway pressed down, but before it was completely pressed down, a tearing force was pulling at Victor's whole body. He felt as if his body was about to break.
What kind of terrifying thing is this!?
Ah~~~!!!
In desperation, Victor's mouth, eyes and nose began to bleed. He endured the severe pain and hid in the Taoist temple holding on to the door frame.
Boom!
The giant shadow hit the Taoist temple, and Victor felt as if the earth was shattering. The tiles on the roof of the Taoist temple fell down, and the whole structure of the house was shaking, as if it was about to collapse at any time.
boom!
The giant shadow actually hit him a second time, but was also blocked by the Taoist temple. The hit made Victor's head buzz and the world spin.
Similarly, the Taoist temple was still crumbling on the surface, but it did not collapse and blocked the second attack.
Boom!
The third time!
Victor felt that his head was about to explode, but the Taoist temple still helped him resist this terrifying blow.
Finally, the giant shadow attacked three times in a row, but failed to destroy the mysterious building. Perhaps it was powerless, but it slowly stood up, and then retreated into the gray mist, which became increasingly faint.
Victor saw with the corner of his eye that when the shadow retracted, it appeared to be bent like a joint.
Its appearance is slightly different from that of a pillar or a tree trunk, more like a giant finger!
When the commotion in the thick fog gradually subsided, Victor finally took a good breath.
So thrilling!
If it weren't for the presence of the Taoist temple, Victor would have been directly turned into powder by the attack just now, unable to even hum.
What is it that can directly attack Victor's spiritual body from the dense fog in the secret place?
And what cannot be ignored is that Victor was forced to enter the secret place!
In other words, the huge finger in the gray fog forcibly drags people in the material world into the secret place, and then wipes them out!
Why would such a terrifying being want to kill himself?
Is it because of divination?
Victor raised his hand and found that his palm no longer hurt, and the chaotic hexagrams had stabilized. All crises seemed to have passed.
At this time, he suddenly thought of something: Joseph Bode was also trying to divine the truth about Dali's family, but he was backlashed, causing his eyes to burst, and ultimately causing death...
Is the crisis Victor encountered just now the danger caused by divination?
"There is some kind of force blocking the ability of divination, and it will also try to attack those who do divination!"
Coming to this conclusion, Victor's eyes turned cold and he woke up from his dream as soon as possible.
Sure enough, he was unconscious on the balcony for a while and was forced to fall asleep.
A nurse only now found Victor lying on the ground and immediately came up to give him artificial respiration.
"No! Thank you! I'm fine..."
Victor rejected the pretty little nurse. He was not in the mood to kiss her now, so he quickly straightened his clothes and stood up.
"Sir! I think you should check..."
The little nurse was still a little worried, but Victor quickly returned to De Gaulle's ward.
Those people were still there before, and Chief John was talking to the homeless man who found de Gaulle. The other man looked very scared. He probably rarely experienced being surrounded by police in his life.
Victor didn't know what happened to De Gaulle, but he could clearly feel from the attack just now that the Berkeley family's case was not over at all.
Dutch's death, Gina's self-confidence, de Gaulle and Siqin's coma, and the backlash in his divination...
Victor seemed to have a premonition of something. He walked to De Gaulle's bed and scanned his body with his eyes.
If such a smart man was not killed by the enemy, would he be willing to lie down for no reason?
Did he leave any clues for others?
Sure enough, Victor found that de Gaulle's right hand was held tightly, as if he was holding something, and he would not let go even in a coma.
Without attracting Sheriff John's attention, Victor forcefully opened the hand and found that this guy had left a word on his palm.
The words are very short, probably he wrote them down as best he could before losing consciousness.
"hurt……"
Victor recited the word silently, then turned back and asked John: "Mr. Sheriff, is Shaklo injured?"
Sheriff John let the frightened homeless man go, turned to Victor and said: "There are no fatal injuries, just small scrapes and cuts..."
"What about something special?"
"Special?" John thought for a while and replied, "His calf was stabbed with a knife and he bled a lot, but he took care of it before he passed out and did not cause blood loss. This guy's on-the-spot reaction was amazing.
Not bad.”
After hearing this, Victor carefully opened the quilt on de Gaulle's feet and saw the bandage stained with blood, but it had already dried.
He didn't know what the wounds de Gaulle meant, so he could only focus on the injuries he saw.
After looking at it for a long time, Victor suddenly thought of the words that De Gaulle had been reminding him in the past, such as... how to simulate deductions by observing details...
Just thinking about it, Victor suddenly felt that his thoughts were clear, and a bright light seemed to flash in his heart, and he was firmly held in his hand.