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Chapter 1897: The Magnificent Palace in the Desert

The next day, everyone who had obtained the sixth dragon ball boarded a transport plane and flew from the western forest to the desert to find the fortune-teller and ask her to tell them where the seventh dragon ball was.

Even Haier didn't know where King Pilaf and his men were hiding at this time.

"Is the fortune-teller so powerful? She can predict everything?" Bulma glanced at Hale with a plan in mind. She also wanted to have her fortune told to predict her future.

"I don't know about that." Hale knew what Bulma was thinking, and he spread his hands. He really didn't know.

At least from the perspective of mathematical calculations, the amount of data required for divination is so huge that it is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

But considering the Dragon Ball universe, even if the future was really predicted, Haier felt it was very likely.

Moreover, there is something mysterious about the fortune-telling grandmother.

The fortune-telling granny is actually Master Roshi's sister. She is a stingy old woman who loves money and loves watching battles.

She is a witch who can use her crystal ball for divination and can bring the dead from the underworld to the human world for 24 hours.

And as Master Roshi’s sister, she is an immortal like Master Roshi. Her real name is unknown. Legend has it that she is 500 years old, more than 200 years older than Master Roshi!

She has some strange quirks and now lives in a palace in the desert. She uses her abilities to tell fortunes for people, but she charges an extremely expensive divination fee of 5 million each time. If you cannot afford the fee, you can fight with her 5 warriors. If you win games in a row, you can get one divination for free.

She is something of an avid fighting fan and loves to watch it.

The status of the Fortune Teller in the Dragon Ball world seems to be very special. Although she is not in the organization of God, she has special abilities. She can travel freely between the Yin and Yang worlds and bring the dead back to the world of the living from the underworld within 24 hours. Even the Gods and the Kings of the Worlds do not seem to have this ability or authority.

The gods on Earth are all respectful to King Yama and the various kings of the realm, but she can be very casual in her tone and manner in front of them.

Haier was also very curious about the fortune-telling grandmother.

After six hours of riding on a transport plane, everyone gradually began to see the desert appear.

"Look, we have come to the desert." Yamcha pointed with his hand, and everyone saw the desert on the ground.

Everyone looked down and passed two desert villages. They went down to the villages to rest and got on the transport plane again. An hour and a half later, they arrived at an oasis in the desert and saw the fortune-teller's magnificent palace.

There were luxury cars and private planes coming and going, parked on the roadside and on the tarmac, and rich and noble people in fine clothes wandering back and forth, making it look quite lively.

There were also people who came in groups and looked ferocious.

They don't have money to hire a fortune teller, but since the fortune teller is a fighting enthusiast and can't afford the fee, they can fight with her five warriors. If they win five games in a row, they can get a free divination.

Therefore, there are also many villains who claim to be powerful and want to take advantage of and rob the fortune-telling woman.

But I have never heard of anyone who can succeed.

After all, the fortune-teller pulled warriors from the earth to fight for her. Who did she pull? They were all the former champions of the world's number one martial arts tournament, and they were also powerful warriors with a long reputation. They were really not something that ordinary people could deal with.

"Does the fortune-teller live here? It's so beautiful!" After parking the transport plane, Haier and his group walked towards the gate of the fortune-teller's palace. Klin looked left and right and couldn't help but admire the palace.

"It's amazing to build such a magnificent palace in the center of the desert water oasis!" Yamcha looked around at the flowers and plants, his face alert. He used to be a sand bandit in the desert, which was considered to be a good thing in the desert, and he was able to survive in the desert.

But occupying a water oasis in the desert and building such a magnificent palace on the oasis is not an easy task.

Just occupying a water oasis is enough to make one a tyrant in the desert, not to mention being able to build a magnificent palace.

Whether it is funds or strength, you have to be very strong.

Yamcha estimated that even for the Red Ribbon Army, it would be difficult to occupy a water oasis in the desert and build a magnificent palace.

And the subsequent maintenance is also a lot of trouble, which is really not an easy task.

Haier and others arrived at the palace gate. There were already many people queuing in front of the palace gate. There was a pink creature similar to a ghost floating in the air. It was a monster-like human being wearing a bamboo hat and was presiding over the queue. When he saw Haier and others coming, he floated over to greet them with a look of joy on his face.

"Please line up, please line up." The pink ghost creature floated in the air and said while stretching out its two little hands.

"Is this the home of Grandma Zhan Pai?" Sun Wukong asked, looking at the pink ghost creature.

"It's not the standing-in-line grandma, it's the fortune-telling grandma." The pink creature of the ghost corrected Wukong's words, looked at Haier and his group, and asked, "Are you six in the same group?"

"Yes." Hale nodded in reply.

"I see, I see." The pink ghost creature responded happily, especially when he saw that Hale, Yamcha, Wukong, and Krillin all had certain strengths, he said with a smile: "Then I will let you know when it is your turn later."

After saying that, he happily floated back and hurried to tell the fortune-teller that a seemingly powerful guy had arrived and they should be able to see several exciting battles.

"What a weird guy?" Krillin stared blankly at the ghostly pink creature.

"It's a bit strange. The people queuing in front of us seem to be some gangsters." Yamcha felt a little strange. Did he queue in the wrong line?

"Yeah, the guy in front looks very strong." Poole whispered to everyone.

"Looks pretty fiery." Klin raised his head and looked at the people in front of him. They all had scars on their faces or tattoos. They looked like powerful guys who were not easy to mess with.

Haier and a few others were queuing up. Occasionally, someone dressed in luxurious clothes came out of the door and praised the fortune-teller for being right.

Haier and his companions watched as a man in luxurious clothes passed by and got into his car with a satisfied look on his face and left.

"It seems that the fortune-teller is very satisfied with them." Bulma said softly.

Not long after, the few people in front of Haier and others in the queue, with fierce looks on their faces, rubbed their hands together, and moved their strong bodies to enter the palace of the fortune-teller.

In just five minutes, Haier and others heard a scream. After the scream, they covered their swollen faces and cried for their parents, and ran out miserably, supporting each other.

"I'm so sorry, please come back next time." The pink ghost creature smiled and sent the first group of people away, then turned around and invited Haier and the others: "Okay, I've kept you waiting for a long time, please come in!"