Chapter 1340 Bystander (1)

I was shocked and looked at the fortune teller carefully.

His appearance was the same as the last time I saw him in my dream, with pale skin and black eye circles. But this sub-healthy state may have existed for a long time. This cannot be evidence that there is something wrong with his body.

Wu Feiren put his hands on the table, lowered his head and asked the fortune teller: "Is this the only way to calculate? Can't you calculate Shanshan's current specific location? And...she..."

Wu Feiren's lips trembled twice, and his voice got stuck in his throat.

The fortune teller raised his head and looked at Wu Feiren, "I made it count when she disappeared. I also made it before departure."

Wu Feiren opened his eyes and stared at the fortune teller.

"Give up." The fortune teller opened and closed his lips and spit out three words.

Wu Feiren's fingers were almost clasped on the table, "What do you mean?"

He asked with difficulty. After asking it once, he seemed to speak more smoothly, so he repeated it again, "What do you mean?"

The fortune teller didn't answer, lowered his head and put away the tarot cards.

Wu Feiren stretched out his hand and grabbed the fortune teller's collar.

Liu Liangwang quickly stood up and grabbed Wu Feiren.

"What do you mean!!" Wu Feiren said loudly, his voice hoarse.

The fortune teller raised his head and said, "It means exactly what you think."

Wu Feiren's whole body began to tremble.

"You must have guessed it a long time ago. Otherwise, you could have asked me a long time ago." The fortune teller said calmly.

Wu Feiren raised his other hand, as if he wanted to punch.

Liu Liangwang quickly stopped him.

"Wu Feiren, calm down! Calm down... Shanshan... Shanshan's matter..."

"You know it too? You all fucking know it? You all know it and you still let her come?!" Wu Feiren was furious and pushed Liu Liangwang away.

Liu Liangwang smiled bitterly, "I didn't expect it to be so...and..."

Wu Feiren wiped his face and gasped heavily.

"Sooner or later, this will happen. If you often walk by the river, how can your shoes not get wet?" the fortune teller said lightly.

The flesh on Liu Liangwang's body trembled twice.

Wu Feiren stared at the fortune teller with red eyes.

The fortune teller had packed up his things and stood up, as if about to go out.

"She is...how..." Wu Feiren asked.

The fortune teller paused slightly, "I don't know."

"Is it that mountain, or..." Wu Feiren's eyes were still red, as if he was about to cry, and like a beast that had been pushed to the extreme, with a fierce light in his eyes.

The fortune teller turned to look at Wu Qiren and said, "It's the east."

The implication is that it has nothing to do with Guangyuan Mountain.

This is the truth.

But I always find it a bit strange for the fortune teller to say this.

The fortune teller said no more and left the room.

He left the hotel room and went directly into the next door. There were some luggage in the next room. I still remember what Jin Shanshan’s bag looked like.

The fortune teller picked up Jin Shanshan's bag and wanted to go out, but stopped, opened the bag, and started rummaging through it. He checked Jin Shanshan's luggage with an expressionless expression, then put the things away expressionlessly, zipped them up, and then took the bag out again.

He returned to his previous room.

Liu Liangwang looked at Wu Feiren at a loss, feeling uneasy. He was relieved to see the fortune teller back.

The fortune teller placed the luggage bag in front of Wu Feiren.

Wu Feiren's body was shaken.

"It's all hers," the fortune teller said, "I'll leave it to you."

Tears suddenly welled up in Wu Feiren's red eyes.

"Soothsayer, you..." Liu Liangwang called out.

"I'm going back. If you have any questions, please contact me." The fortune teller said coldly.

He said this, but stood still and glanced at Wu Feiren, "It's best not to have any more intersections. This is good for all of us. Live a normal life. You can still live a normal life. Jin Shanshan... I can’t go back many years ago…”

At the end of the sentence, he sighed.

He passed by Liu Liangwang, patted Liu Liangwang on the shoulder, and left without looking back.

The dream suddenly changed when the fortune teller stepped out of the room.

I saw the fortune teller's body slowly fall and fall to his knees.

The surrounding area is no longer a hotel, but another room.

The fortune teller covered his mouth and coughed, and bits of blood seeped out from between his fingers and fell to the ground.

He coughed for a while, as if he wanted to cough his lungs out.

My heart twitched as I looked at it.

I instinctively felt that this was a side effect of the diviner's abilities. But I feel that this is not just a side effect.

The fortune teller's mood was very stable.

Until now, I have not felt his emotions, nor have I received his memories or thoughts.

The fortune teller stopped coughing and got up from the ground.

The house he is currently in has two rooms and one living room. The doors of both rooms are open. One can see that one is a bedroom and the other room has been decorated. In that room, a starry sky projection lamp was turned on, which looked very beautiful. But strange and eerie paintings were painted on the ceiling and walls of the room, making this beauty eerie.

I don’t know who the characters in the paintings are, but I can understand the meaning of these paintings: guillotine, gallows, burning rack, witch’s cauldron, snakes, insects, rats and ants, war killings... they are all bad scenes.

The fortune teller went to the kitchen to get some water. Instead of going to the room, he returned to the bedroom and lay on the bed. He was very weak and seemed to be dying.

I watched for a while, then walked through the wall to the next room.

In addition to the beautiful starry sky lights and scary murals, there is also a cabinet that takes up an entire wall in the room. There are hardcover books in the cabinet. There is no book title written on the spine, and I have no idea what these books are. In addition to books, there are crystal balls, skulls and other things on the cabinet.

This house is like a deliberately created scene house, which reminds me of many movies and TV shows related to magic, witches, and psychics.

In short, it's a bit fake.

I know the diviner's ability to divine. He should be able to divine without these tools. If it is for research, murals and starry sky lights are not necessary; if it is for interest, the layout of the living room and bedroom are simple and warm, which is incompatible with this room. It should be said that this room is incompatible with the whole house.

I returned to the bedroom.

The fortune teller was lying on the bed, seemingly asleep, his brows still furrowed.

There were some paper balls on the bedside table, all stained with blood.

A voice suddenly rang out from the paper ball.

The fortune teller was awakened, reached out and took out the mobile phone from the paper ball.

He went straight to speakerphone.

I heard Liu Liangwang's voice.

"Foreteller, it's me, Liu Liangwang. I... haven't seen you for a long time... That, I just want to say that I just saw a live broadcast. I saw Wu Feiren. Wu Feiren was selected to have an appointment with a famous online anchor. Go on an adventure, like a haunted house. They're going to an abandoned farm outside Minqing. I think..."

Before Liu Liangwang finished speaking, the fortune teller had already sat up.

He may have moved too violently, and suddenly he coughed violently, and vomited blood, which was directly sprinkled on the screen of the mobile phone.

Liu Liangwang on the other end of the phone was startled, "A fortune teller?"

"Send me the link. Cough cough cough cough..." The fortune teller suppressed his cough and spoke with difficulty.