Chapter 745 Did You Look at the Wrong Person?

"Can you see the fate of the gods?"

Bi Lu said calmly: "What does this have to do with you?"

He Lingchuan smiled and said: "I have always been curious, can fortune tellers know their own fate?"

Bi Lu had a blank expression: "This is not the answer you should know."

What determines the fate of the gods? This question lingered in He Lingchuan's mind, but he knew that Bi Lu would never tell him the answer.

Bi Lu reached out to him, "Where is the thing?"

"These questions are too simple, not worthy of this treasure." He Lingchuan shook the Xinglong Pillar at it, "I have one last question: If your own fate is suddenly changed, can you predict it in advance?"

Itself?

Bi Lu felt that this question was very sophisticated.

It had just discovered that this young man was related to itself, and now he asked this question.

What did the young man want to do, to change its fate?

Bi Lu was a little amused.

"It depends on what level of power is used to change fate." It replied, "It's too complicated, I can't explain it to you clearly."

"That is to say, the fate of the 'God of Destiny' may also change beyond his control, right?"

Bi Lu laughed: "You know nothing about the power of fate, how dare you speculate?"

He Lingchuan noticed that it did not answer directly.

"Are there many levels and types of power to change fate?"

"Power is power." Bi Lu stretched out his hand to him, "The question has been answered. If you don't give me something, the consequences will be serious."

He Lingchuan didn't want to test this result, so he threw the Dragon Pillar to him:

"See you later!"

Bi Lu looked at him carefully again and laughed: "Yes, see you later!"

Peng Fang closed his eyes, and soon snored again.

Bi Lu left.

He Lingchuan walked out of the cell, subconsciously looked up at the night sky again, and sighed.

The power to change fate? Isn't this the direction he has always been working towards in the Panlong world and the real world?

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Blackwater City in the west of Yuan Country

In the evening, the merchant Liu Baobao sent his guest to the hotel. This guest was a black fat man with thick hair and a strong body odor, which made people want to flee. What's more, he was in the spice business.

Liu Baobao doubted whether the quality of his goods could be good.

It was a pity that when He Chunhua, the former governor of Qiansong County, was in office, the Hongya Commercial Road was doing well; later, a new governor was replaced, and in less than two years, the business in Heishui City became more than twice as difficult!

Otherwise, why would he smile at this fat dead man?

In the past, his Liu family would not even look at such a stale merchant!

Liu Baobao was complaining in his heart, when he suddenly saw a figure flashing across the market, with a cloak covering half of his face.

It was cold, so it was normal to wear this, and there was nothing outstanding about this person's clothes.

Liu Baobao stopped at once.

He was too familiar with this face!

How could it be possible? The person should be thousands of miles away!

"Brother Liu? Brother Liu?" The fat black man called him, "What's wrong with you?"

Liu Baobao calmed down. He just glanced at him quickly, and then the man walked into the corner and disappeared.

That was towards the north gate.

It must be an illusion!

"It's okay. I saw the wrong person. Come on, I'll take you to the inn."

The fat black man rubbed his hands and smiled, "You are staying at Hongyun Inn. It is also Liu's Chamber of Commerce that entertained you, right?"

Liu Baobao forced a smile, "Of course."

Fat dead man, you want to take advantage of such a small advantage!

The fat black man entered Hongyun Inn and immediately said to the waiter, "Open a room upstairs, bring more long charcoal, the room needs to be warm!" Then he smiled at Liu Baobao and said, "Thank you brother Liu for your hospitality!"

"It's okay." Liu Baobao was not happy to stand beside him, "I seemed to see an old friend just now, I'll go and see him first; Brother Bao came from afar, go wash up and rest first."

He turned around and left the inn without waiting for the fat man to answer.

There are very few foreign guests in Heishui City at this season.

Although it was just an excuse to fool the fat man, Liu Baobao really cared about the "old friend" after he came out.

But he went all the way to the north gate and didn't see the man again.

Could it be that he really saw it wrong?

A guard just came down from the top of the city gate, yawning while covering his mouth.

It's not that he wants to be elegant, but now the wind and sand are strong, if he doesn't cover his mouth, he will eat sand.

Liu Baobao happened to recognize this guard.

"Chen Touer!" He smiled and greeted, "Are you busy today?"

"No." The guard said lazily, "What's there to be busy about in the crazy sand season?"

Now is the crazy sand season, people from the north can't come, and people from the south will not go north. It is the most leisurely and safest season of the year in Blackwater City.

"Chen Tou'er, when you were climbing up the mountain just now, did you see the tall man in the cloak coming to the north gate?"

He just asked casually, but the guard immediately asked back: "A gray-yellow cloak?"

"Oh, yes! Gray-yellow."

"He went out of the city."

"Ah?" This answer was really unexpected, "Out of the city?!"

After leaving Blackwater City and heading north, that is the famous Red Cliff Road.

During the crazy sand season, Red Cliff Road is a dead end road, known to everyone. How could someone go there?

The guard said again: "I saw him walking north on the city gate tower, and I called him several times, but this man didn't even turn his head, he just raised his hand and waved a few times."

Waving his hand proved that he heard the guard's call.

"He is tired of living, how can I stop him? Don't you think so?"

To be honest, the guard was too lazy to stop him.

Everyone in Heishui City knows that you can’t go to the desert in this season; what, you said you don’t know?

You deserve it.

Besides, every year people disappear in the wild sand season. Some of them are just desperate and stand in the strong wind, and they are gone. It’s painless and has no side effects.

Liu Baobao could only nod: "Yes, yes."

He subconsciously looked outside the city gate. Is he really committing suicide?

Although the deadly wild sand in the Panlong Desert will not blow directly into the city, the vision is not good more than a mile north of the city gate, and it is dim and yellow.

If it was the person in his memory, why would he choose to go north at this time?

Liu Baobao could only walk back with a lot of questions in his mind.

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He Lingchuan wrapped his cloak tightly and strode out of the city.

North of Heishui City, there was no one on the long Red Cliff Road.

The sky and the earth were the same color, a dark yellow.

He heard the sentry on the Heishui City Gate calling him, but he didn't turn his head. Sure enough, the latter stopped shouting after two shouts, muttering "short-lived ghost" twice, and no one came to chase He Lingchuan.

This is the edge of the Panlong Desert, and there are not so many kind-hearted people who are brave enough to help others survive.

His figure quickly disappeared in the yellow sand.

To outsiders, this is a suicide.

But only He Lingchuan himself knows that when the violent sandstorms rush past him, he will automatically avoid them.

There is not even a grain of sand on the cloak, it is clean.