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Deng Xingmu thought about it, and the easiest divination method is tortoise shell.

If only the old turtle was here.

"Your Majesty, is there any tortoise shell?" Deng Xingmu told Yuan Qian about the current situation.

Yuan Qian asked 237: "Hey, your highness is asking you, can you give me the tortoise shell?"

237 seemed to hesitate for a while, but still answered: "Tortoise shells are available, but the host needs to peel them off."

Yuan Qian imagined it for a while, and thought it was not a big deal, just drag the turtle out of its shell.

"Give me the tortoise authority!" Yuan Qian responded.

So, next, she took out a little turtle from her cooking bag.

Yuan Qian brought the little turtle to Deng Xingmu's eyes: "Is this one okay?"

Deng Xingmu shook his head: "It's my fault that I didn't tell you the request just now. I need a big tortoise, and the tortoise shell has clear veins and a straight line."

Yuan Qian frowned: "Big tortoise? How big is a big tortoise?"

Deng Xingmu closed his eyes and thought for a while, then used his hand to draw the size of his entire upper body.

Yuan Qian swallowed her saliva, feeling a little afraid of the turtle that was about to appear from the cooking bag.

Yuan Qian closed her eyes and tried to think about what she needed.

"I want one! Big turtle!"

Yuan Qian even yelled out because of the excessive force.

But the turtle was not pulled out by her.

"No, I can even pull out a live big ox, why can't I pull out a tortoise that is less than one-eighth its size?"

Yuan Qian muttered puzzledly.

There is no need for 237 to explain this time, Deng Xingmu gave the answer.

"The old scalper can live for a few more years. The tortoise I want may be hundreds of years old, and it may have become a spirit long ago."

Yuan Qian also thought about it: "Forget it, you can use a small one, and I will try to make the tortoise shell clearer for you."

Before Deng Xingmu could refuse, Yuan Qian took out a palm-sized tortoise from the cooking bag.

Deng Xingmu looked at the little turtle, closed his eyes and mourned for it for a few seconds.

Then Deng Xingmu took out a dagger, intending to stab it in the neck, but Yuan Qian stopped it all at once.

"You! What are you going to do?" Yuan Qian's expression was terrified, "Don't you just take off its shell?"

Deng Xingmu frowned and looked at Yuan Qian: "Your Majesty was deceived by Wu Xiaohuan's shell. The interstellar people of the tortoise tribe have externalized their tortoise shells, but these ignorant tortoises don't. Their tortoise shells are just like yours. The ribs must be beheaded."

After absorbing a lot of Zhou Yi, Deng Xingmu's tone of voice is a bit weird.

But Yuan Qian understood: "You mean, you have to kill a little turtle every time you do divination?"

Deng Xingmu nodded, Yuan Qian couldn't accept it a bit.

"When I watch TV dramas, isn't it possible to shake a few copper coins and get results?"

Deng Xingmu grinned, this smile seemed a little creepy for some reason.

"Then have you seen what the copper plates are put in in TV dramas?"

Yuan Qian's face turned pale: "It's a tortoise shell!"

Deng Xingmu nodded: "Yes! It's the tortoise shell! And it must be the tortoise shell obtained by killing the tortoise, otherwise it is impossible to get a clear tortoise shell!"

Yuan Qian was a little shaken, it didn't matter if she killed for food, but she always felt weird about killing for divination.

just like……

It's like stealing the lifespan of a long-lived race to avoid evil for oneself.

It's just a choice of three ways. Deng Xingmu just told him to burn the tortoise shell to get a divination result.

If we meet again, will we kill another one?

If there are a hundred forks in this road, do you have to kill a hundred of them?
... Yuan Qian couldn't accept it.