Zheng Yi was also very troubled by Zheng Er's "obstinate" behavior.

But Zheng Er has a principle in fortune-telling: if the prediction is not accurate, he will not charge.

So far, he has not made a penny. Although he is not doing his job properly, at least he is not cheating anyone, so he just turns a blind eye.

Zheng Yi coughed and said, "Second brother, we are talking about serious matters. Please go out first."

Zheng Er was not very happy: "You guys can talk about your own things. I won't cause any trouble. Why not just listen here? Besides, it's only right for me to say hello to the distinguished guests."

He turned around to seek approval from those around him and said to Sister Fang, "Sister, don't you agree?"

Sister Fang smiled at him politely, but moved her body towards Zhao Lan.

Zheng Er suddenly took off his sunglasses and stared at Sister Fang: "Your forehead is black, there might be a bloody disaster..."

Before he could finish his words, Zheng Shi, unable to bear it any longer, grabbed his collar and dragged him out, gritting his teeth and saying, "Second brother, I've been very interested in fortune-telling lately. Why don't you tell me one?"

Zheng Er was dragged out by Zheng Shi like a little chick.

Zheng Yi smiled apologetically: "My second brother is talking nonsense. Don't take his words to heart. He is just talking nonsense..."

Sister Fang didn't take Zheng Er's words to heart, "It's okay, I understand."

She had seen many "fortune tellers" before, and they all said the same thing.

They would first tell her in a very serious manner that she would suffer a bloody disaster today, and when she started to get worried, they would then calmly tell her that there was a way to break the deadlock.

As for the solution, it is naturally to lose money to avoid disaster.

It's just a scam, she won't take it seriously.

Zheng Yi stood up and said enthusiastically, "Let me take you on a tour."

Sister Fang waved her hand: "No, thank you for troubling me during this period of time."

Rather than staying outside and making Captain Zhao worry about her, it would be better for her to stay.

She could see that these people had reformed and would not do anything to hurt her.

Zhao Lan: "Have you decided?"

Sister Fang nodded, a little worried: "Well, Captain Zhao, I think that Li Er is not a simple character, you must be careful."

Zhao Lan: "I will."

Zheng Yi assured: "Don't worry, there are people in our organization every day who will take good care of Sister Fang."

Fang Jie was afraid of causing trouble to others, "No, no, you don't need to leave anyone to look after me, just go and do your work."

Zheng Yi explained with a wry smile, "It's not that we're specifically trying to keep people here. We have a lot of people in our organization, but limited job opportunities. Many of our brothers haven't found jobs yet, so they can only stay in the organization and do clerical work."

Sister Fang felt even more embarrassed. "I'm not staying here for free. I'll pay for it."

Zheng Yi quickly said, "Don't get me wrong. I'm not saying this to ask for money. Feel free to stay here as long as you want."

Sister Fang insisted, "I'm the one who's causing you trouble. If you let me stay here for free, I won't feel at ease."

After much persuasion, Zheng Yi finally gave in and agreed to accept the accommodation fee.

Zhao Lan took Sister Fang's hand and said something else, which was nothing more than asking her to stay here, and then she left with Meng Qingyin.

After they left, Zhao Lan said, "Letting Sister Fang stay at Zheng Yi's place is only a temporary solution. I need to find the other two people as soon as possible. Unfortunately, only Zhang Yan is capable of finding them."

Meng Qingyin suddenly looked at her and asked, "Do you have any special abilities?"

Zhao Lan shook her head: "No."

Meng Qingyin found it strange. "Zhang Yan's ability is to change zones, and Lin Qian also has the ability to be immortal. But why do you, a fellow created being, have no abilities at all? This is so abnormal. Isn't the person who created you afraid that you'll die here?"

Since the god wanted Zhao Lan and the other four to help him wake up, he would definitely find a way to give them the ability to protect themselves. If something went wrong and caused anyone to die, his plan would fail, right?

But why didn't he give Zhao Lan any abilities?

Is he too confident in Zhao Lan, or does he... not care about Zhao Lan's life or death at all?

Zhao Lan had never thought about this question before, and she was also confused: "I don't know, could he have other intentions?"

Meng Qingyin had very few clues about the God Lord, so she had no idea.

She kept this doubt in mind and said, "Never mind. We already have a lot of questions, and adding one more doesn't seem to matter."

After saying that, she thought of another question, "By the way, Sister Fang lives with Zheng Yi. What should I do about my daily mileage target?"

"Don't worry about that," Zhao Lan said. "You can buy your target mileage now, or you can use the mileage above the target to offset it. I can just give her the extra mileage above the target every day."

Meng Qingyin: "Well, that's good."

Zhao Lan was silent for a moment, then said sincerely, "Anyway, thank you for Sister Fang's matter."

Meng Qingyin joked, "No need to thank me. If you have time, go to the tower more often and help me get some spider silk."

Zhao Lan said seriously, "Okay, I'll go get it right away."

"Hey? I was just kidding..." Before he could finish his words, Zhao Lan had already left.

Meng Qingyin smiled helplessly.

After Zhao Lan left, she continued to collect magic energy supplies.

When Meng Qingyin, who had a huge sum of 100,000 gold coins in his hand, thought about how much pure demonic energy the three-pointed knife would need to absorb to be satisfied, his heart trembled.

I'm really worried that these 100,000 gold coins won't be enough. I feel like she's dug herself into a bottomless pit.

Although I thought so, I still didn't dare to stop the acquisition.

Suddenly, someone sent a message in the small group.

At first, Meng Qingyin didn't care, because Lu Cheng was an active member and often shared some experiences in the small group, most of which were useless nonsense.

Meng Qingyin was busy purchasing magic supplies, so she didn't click to read it.

But messages kept coming into the group. Usually, Lu Cheng would share at most three pieces of information, but not like today.

Meng Qingyin clicked into the group to check.

I'm a non-African: "Have you all checked the chat? A lot of players are saying they've hit a cliff and their vehicles can't move forward."

Spirited Uncle: "I encountered this too. It was originally a flat road, but suddenly the road disappeared and there was a bottomless abyss ahead. Fortunately, I stopped the car in time, otherwise I would have fallen!"

I'm the European Emperor (poor version): "What's going on? We're clearing the tower."

Strong wine drowned his sorrows: "How could there be a cliff? Is there a bridge? Can it be crossed?"

I'm the European Emperor (poor version): "You look like the type who doesn't pay attention in class! According to what the old man said, there must be no bridge!"

Spirited uncle: "Yeah, there's no bridge. My car is parked right on the edge of the cliff. Which of your roads is better? I'd better change the route."

I am a non-chief: "Uncle, come to my place, I haven't found any cliffs here yet."

After a while, Uncle Spirit sent another message: "Things are not good. I can't pass the road on Fei Qiu's side."