Eldest Miss Divine Calculation

Pound Dezong took out an alchemy tool for the situational compass, raised his spirit and made several moves, and the pointer on the compass began to rotate.

Different from ordinary compasses, this is called the Thousand Consciousness Needle, which is also hand-made by his master's father and is specially used for searching for treasures and people.

After a few turns, the pointer points in one direction.

It can be seen that using this Thousand Consciousness Acupuncture needle is also extremely troublesome. After dozens of hand-determinations, Pound Zong's already exhausted look is even more listless, and his body is also shaky. This is also the reason why he hasn't helped Zhao Sining find someone in the past few days. This Thousand Consciousness Needle is too troublesome, and he is afraid of going wrong.

"It should be in that direction, let's look for it." Pound said, resisting the urge to fall.

Zhao Sining lifted his spirits, dragged his lead-like legs, and ran forward quickly.

If Mu Hanyan and others were to see this scene, they would definitely be shocked, because the direction he is running now is exactly where Miss Zhao Si and others buried their bones.

But the strange thing is that the burial mound that was originally a bulge has now completely turned into a flat ground, with some messy gravel piled on it. It looks exactly like the surrounding scenery. It is no wonder that Zhao Sining dug it from the other side. I didn't find it here.

"Wait." But just when Zhao Sining was about to come to the grave of Miss Zhao Si and others, Pound Dezong called out again.

I saw the Thousand Consciousness Needle on the compass turned again, pointing in another direction.

Zhao Sining stopped quickly, and ran in that direction without waiting for his instructions.

"Wait, I changed direction again." Zhao Sining finally climbed down the cliff. Before he could catch his breath, Pound Dezong shouted again.

Looking back, the Thousand Consciousness Needle in his hand turned quickly again.

Zhao Sining bit and bit, and rushed in that direction.

"Wait, this direction is wrong."

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The Thousand Consciousness Needle in Pound Dezong's hand stopped and turned from time to time, while Zhao Sining, following the direction of the needle, ran around like a headless flies, breathing hard like a big yellow dog.

If Mu Hanyan were to see it with their own eyes, they would be too surprised to say anything.

Zhao Sining scurried around, stepping past the graves of Miss Zhao Si and others several times. However, the Thousand Consciousness Needle kept going, and he never found anything.

"Uncle Master, it's not working, I really don't have the strength." Although Zhao Sining has a deep affection for Miss Zhao Si, but no matter how deep his affection is, he can't eat as a meal. At this time, he can't run anymore and sit on his back. Said, panting on the ground.

"This is a treasure made by your master's own hands. For so many years, searching for treasures and people has never been unfavorable. I haven't made a single mistake. How could it fail." Pound followed behind him, panting with exhaustion, and pressed both hands. He couldn't straighten his knees and waist anymore, and heard that he actually dared to doubt the Thousand Consciousness Needle made by the master's father, and said in an angry tone.

"But why did you turn around and just couldn't find it?" Zhao Sining said in confusion.

"Perhaps, nothing happened to her at all. Once the barrier was opened, we fled before we found her, and now we are returning to Black Rock City along the path." Pound Dezong thought for a while and said.

After hearing his words, Zhao Sining's eyes lit up. The trail back to Black Rock City is winding and twisting. If Miss Zhao Si is returning along the road, it will naturally not be in the same direction. The Thousand Consciousness Divine Needle will be able to explain it by turning around.