"Haha... Is Qiao Bo's wife not used to riding a tractor?"

"Don't be afraid! I'm driving steadily! I'll make sure you get to the town safely."

Qiao Zhijun was a cheerful middle-aged man. Knowing that Qiao Bo's wife was a city girl, he kindly comforted her for a few seconds.

"Yes! Qiao Bo's wife, Zhijun's car is very stable. If you feel it's bumpy, just sit on Qiao Bo's lap and we'll pretend we didn't see it..."

"Ha ha…"

Everyone in the carriage burst into laughter.

Qiao Bo coughed involuntarily, carefully placed Song Ning on the tractor carriage, then jumped in and held her in his arms.

Qiao Bo kept a straight face and tried to ignore the teasing looks of the others in the car.

Song Ning didn't hear any of the laughter from the crowd. She looked at the black mist condensing on the heads of the people in the carriage and clenched her fingers.

Song Ning had told Qiao Bo that she was the most powerful among her fellow apprentices, and she wasn't lying.

She was born to be a descendant of metaphysics and was the most promising candidate for learning metaphysics because she was born with a pair of "spiritual eyes".

To predict a person's life and death, the Taoists all need a medium, whether it's the birth date, fortune-telling, or fortune-telling...

But she doesn't need any of that, because her eyes can directly see everyone's destiny, life and death.

The luck of a normal person is light yellow, and the higher the luck, the darker the color.

The fortune of people with great luck is yellow with purple, such as Qiao Bo.

Qiao Bo is the luckiest person she has ever met.

People who are extremely unlucky have a gray aura above their heads, such as the Xiao couple.

There are also several special types of people whose destiny is tinged with red, such as policemen, soldiers and the like.

There was a red color in Qiao Bo's luck, but his luck was so strong that the red turned into purple.

Therefore, everyone in her eyes was colorful, especially when there were a lot of people around, it was as if she had fallen into a sea of colors.

But at this moment, the aura above the heads of the people sitting in the carriage was black.

Because there are so many people in Qi, their auras blend together and form a hazy black fog.

Song Ning had only seen this kind of luck on one type of person, and that was... a dying person!

In other words, everyone in the car will die soon...

Under what circumstances would all the people in a car die?

Car accident!

Song Ning's eyes suddenly widened.

The plot of the novel revolves around the heroine Song Wan. Even she and Qiao Bo are not given much attention, let alone the people in Qiao Village.

Song Ning couldn't get much help from the novel, and she and Qiao Bo couldn't predict the future because the novel didn't take themselves into account.

Song Ning could calculate the fortunes of the people in the carriage, but there are three things that fortune-telling will not count, and one of them is that it will not count if the person is not sincere.

Song Ning glanced at the people in the carriage. Did they believe her?

That’s all!

Regardless of whether they believed it or not, there was no way she would just stand by and watch so many people die!

Song Ning's gaze moved from the carriage to the front of the car, and finally settled on Qiao Zhijun.

"Uncle Zhijun, I can tell fortunes. Do you mind if I tell your fortune?"

Song Ning smiled as she looked at Qiao Zhijun who had just started the tractor and was putting the handle on the left side of the vehicle.

"Fortune-telling? How dare you! Go ahead and tell it!"

Qiao Zhijun was an old man with a temper. Seeing that Qiao Bo's young wife was finally willing to speak, he immediately cooperated and said yes.

"Then please tell me three numbers, within ten. Any three will do!"

Song Ning immediately asked the question fiercely.

"389"

Qiao Zhijun got on the tractor and casually said three numbers.

Song Ning immediately stretched out his left hand and began to calculate using "Xiao Liu Ren". Suxi, Chikou, Kongwang...

Song Ning's thumb stopped at the empty space.

Empty and dead things are auspicious, Yin people are less eccentric, seeking wealth is useless, and pedestrians will suffer disasters...

This is a very bad omen!

Cold sweat suddenly broke out on Song Ning's forehead, and white sweat appeared all over his body.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Qiao Bo looked at Song Ning concernedly. Something seemed wrong with her since she got on the tractor.

"I'm fine!"

Song Ning forced herself to calm down, glanced at the time on her watch, added the hours and continued to calculate.

It is seven o'clock in the morning, which is the hour of Chen. Chen is the ninth hour in the twelve heavenly stems and earthly branches, and its number is 1.

Count the number of 㩙 in clockwise direction from Kongwang, and it is directly opposite Chikou.

Red mouth represents quarrels, so be careful of disputes. Lost items should be retrieved quickly, as pedestrians may panic.

Song Ning placed her fingers on the red lips, feeling relieved. There was still hope.

Although you will experience some gossip, but in the end, things are still within the controllable range.

"Qiao Bo's wife, have you figured out anything? Calculate it with us..."

The people in the carriage looked at Song Ning calculating seriously with her fingers and started to urge her to do the calculation as well.

"Zhijun... drive quickly, San'er is dying..."

In the distance, several people were running over quickly carrying a tattered door panel.

Qiao Bo didn't care about Song Ning, and he and Qiao Zhijun helped lift the man onto the tractor.

As soon as a few grown men got on the bus, it suddenly became full.

Qiao Zhijun did not dare to delay. He stepped onto the tractor, held the handlebars with his hands, and slowly started the tractor.

“Let’s get off…”

Song Ning wanted to pull Qiao Bo out of the car, but was interrupted by the loud noise of the tractor.

Tut tut…tut tut…

"What's going on?"

Qiao Zhijun held the tractor head carefully and asked.

"I don't know! Someone who went to the field this morning found San'er at the foot of the mountain. He had passed out and hasn't woken up since."

The man who carried San'er over was the team leader of Qiaojia Village, Qiao Junshan.

His face was gloomy. San'er had a family of old and young people waiting for him to support. If...

The people in the car were also frightened by San'er's blood all over his body and face. They didn't dare to make a sound. The car was very quiet for a while.

Qiao Bo had been helping the captain and the others hold the door panel and did not hear what Song Ning said.

After the tractor started, he was worried that Song Ning would be scared, so he carefully pressed Song Ning's head into his arms.

He found that the carriage was very crowded, with people standing close to each other. Everyone's thoughts and attention were on San'er, and Qiao Bo relaxed a little.

Song Ning suddenly raised her head from Qiao Bo's arms. She thought of the key point!

She had just deduced from Qiao Zhijun's divination that he would indeed die in a car accident soon.

Qiaojia Village is located in the mountainous area, more than 40 kilometers away from the town. Nowadays, not to mention cars, even tractors are treasures.

So the car accident should be a rollover or falling rocks.

Song Ning recalled the journey from Qiaojia Village to the town and narrowed down the location of the accident to Xishanling, not far ahead.

Song Ning turned her head to look at the top of Qiao Bo's head. In the layer of black luck, Qiao Bo's purple-red luck was like an extremely bright light bulb.

But now Qiao Bo's luck is gradually turning darker...

The accident should have happened during this time period. Song Ning's expression suddenly became serious.

She suddenly yelled at Qiao Zhijun: "Stop the car!"

The rumbling sound of the tractor drowned out Song Ning's voice, and Qiao Zhijun did not hear what Song Ning said.

Only Qiao Bo, who had been paying attention to her, lowered his head and asked, "What's wrong? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

"Qiao Bo's wife, even if it hurts, you have to hold on. San'er's condition can't wait. We have to race against time with the King of Hell!"