My years as a fortune teller

From the words of the patriarch and the ancestors, I am even more sure that these people are the descendants of the Lu family and the Hao family.And what the patriarch said surprised me deeply, in his heart he has completely let go of the hatred of the year.Such a mind is really very rare.

And it makes me happy too, that if the hatred is kept inside for too long, sooner or later it will turn into a bigger disaster.Aren't all the killings throughout the ages all caused by various hatreds?Now the old man can let go of his hatred, and he can also say the words to help guard the tomb together when necessary.To be honest, I admire this old man from the bottom of my heart!

Since the old patriarch said such things, it seems that he should have negotiated with the ancestor.In this case, this group should have no problem. The problem now comes from the group with ponytails.

Now I can't guarantee which of these two families is the descendant of the Lu family and who is the descendant of the Hao family.But one thing can prove that the old man with the ponytail is more radical, and he has not completely let go of the so-called hatred in his heart.

If it's just one person, I don't need to worry about it at all. With the development of the matter, there is always a chance to dissolve the hatred in his heart.The problem is that I am afraid that this is not just one person, but a whole family of people who have such thoughts.

This point is actually very understandable. Like me, they have never experienced the tragedy of exterminating their families, but hatred has taken root in their hearts.How did this kind of hatred come about? It's not just word of mouth from generation to generation, and it's passed down like this.There is no guarantee that this kind of narration will not be mixed with a certain amount of emotion.

Moreover, if old men with ponytails can have so much hatred, it is hard to guarantee that their patriarchs and other elders will not have such great hatred.Therefore, this group of people is very dangerous. If you really want to go out to help the Taoist priest patrolling the mountain, you must first resolve the hatred in the hearts of the entire group.

This must be one of the difficult problems, and it has always been easy for a person to put down the butcher knife.If hundreds of people were asked to put down their butcher knives and hatred in their hearts, it is estimated that only a god like Daozu would come.

Now I only have to start with the simplest ones and talk about them after knowing everything about them.The easiest thing is definitely to save my family and his clansmen.As long as they believe in me and recognize me, the subsequent problems will be easily solved.

However, it is relatively difficult to gain the trust of these people, even for ordinary people, it is difficult to gain the trust of each other.What's more, these people who have lived in seclusion for many years in the mountains, don't they have a low level of defense?

Besides, from the beginning, people regarded me as a tomb robber, although the ancestor said later that I might be a Taoist priest.But it is not so easy for me to prove myself.Only by waiting for a good opportunity can I gain their trust in me.

I thought I would wait for a long time, but I didn't expect Chi Chao's arrival to make everything easier.Because on his back, a young man scratched by zombies is the son of the family who saved me.

Speaking of which, in a ghostly place like Mangshan, it's not surprising to encounter ghosts, zombies, and the like.But the strange thing is, why did a zombie appear in broad daylight?Why did this young man named Xiaopeng and Chi Chao meet this zombie?

What makes me even more surprised is that we used a machete to chop off the nails on the zombie's hands, but the nails were not chopped off, but the machete was stiff, leaving a gap.It's not that the machete isn't sharp enough, it's that the zombie's hands are too hard.

But with such a hard zombie hand, it's fine to stick it on Xiaopeng's arm, and it's still broken at the wrist.Are our machetes made of mud?What kind of sharp weapon cut off this zombie's hand?

Chi Chao was stunned, and I was also stunned.The first time I saw such a strange thing, I couldn't understand it.Do I have to use silver slaves?I believe that silver slaves are absolutely fine, but I can't bear to use silver slaves to do such things.

Chi Chao looked at the notched knife, turned around and slashed hard at the open space.After a flash of sparks, the knife struck a paving stone, and the knife did nothing wrong, but the stone split in the middle.There was a burst of exclamation from the people around!

It seems that it is not the problem of the knife, but the problem of this zombie hand.While I was thinking, I saw the zombie's hand move.I thought my eyes were blurred, so I heard Chi Chao yell, "Uncle Master has done it!"

I said dismissively: "I just moved a little bit, what's the fuss." Although I said so, my heart still thumped.How could a severed zombie hand move for no reason?

When I was thinking this way, I saw that the zombie's hand suddenly supported the palm with five fingers.not good!With a secret cry, I hurriedly broke away from the person who was supporting me, and stabbed me down heavily with a silver slave.

The silver slave stabbed in the middle of the zombie's hands impartially, and heard a strange roar coming from a distance.I can guess what this is calling, but I can't figure out why I can feel it from such a distance?

It seems that there is a very powerful thing hidden here, its ability has exceeded my imagination.I bit my lip, forget it, don't care about that much.The most important issue in this meeting is to save people first.

Thinking of this, I said to Chi Chao: "Brother, hold this hand down with a knife first, and I'll cut its nails!" Five sharp nails on the palm.

Then she asked the girl to bring the pestle and mortar over, and carefully picked her nails into the pestle and mortar.I glanced at the butcher who was resting, and said to him, "Change with the blacksmith, and you can carry on on your back. Let the blacksmith come over and smash these nails for me."

My words must not be effective in front of them, but the patriarch immediately arranged for the two to switch positions.The blacksmith came over, held the stone pestle with both hands and smashed it down heavily. After only five or six blows, the nails inside were shattered, and an unpleasant smell leaked out.

I asked the blacksmith to continue smashing until it was all liquid.Then he asked the butcher to stop and came over with Xiaopeng on his back.I took a look at the wound, and there wasn't a lot of black fluid coming out of it.I touched my pocket casually, and then I remembered that I lost the blood jade when I jumped off the cliff.

If there is no blood jade, it would be difficult to save this young man today.Thinking of this, I frowned, and the old man in the leather jacket immediately asked, "What's the matter, is my son hopeless?"

I froze for a moment, shook my head and said, "I still have something I don't know where I lost it? I remember that when I jumped from the top, it should be in my pocket. But it will be gone, and you probably haven't picked it up either." .”

These people are very simple, and if they are picked up, they will definitely say something.Just like picking up a silver slave, no matter how you identify mine, you have no intention of hiding it.So I think they didn't pick up my lost blood jade.

As soon as Chi Chao heard it, he immediately said to me: "Uncle Master, are you looking for this thing?" He said and took out a blackened thing from his bag.I took it over and saw that it was indeed my blood jade.I just don't know, why is the whole body turning black?

I took it in my hand and wiped it with my right hand, and said with a smile: "This is the thing, it seems that you and the injured boy are very destined! If there is no such treasure, our early work would be in vain!"

When Chi Chao heard this, a strange light appeared on his face.I turned back to the blacksmith and said, "How is it? Have you smashed it?" The blacksmith wiped the sweat from his brow and nodded to me.I immediately had Xiaopeng laid flat, raised my injured arm and said to the blacksmith, "Pour the juice inside into the wound."

The blacksmith hesitated for a moment, then looked up at the patriarch.Then he began to pour the juice slowly. In fact, he was not pouring it accurately, some of it was poured on the rest of the arm, but the juice seemed to have eyes, and it flowed into the wound by itself.

The people who came up were startled, I asked Chi Chao to pick up the zombie's hand, put it under the wound, and silently recited a spell to the blood jade with the sword finger of his right hand.The juice that entered the wound, together with some purple liquid, all flowed out and dripped on the zombie's hands.At this moment, Xiaopeng yelled softly: "It hurts..."