Chapter 223 Another wish-granting RV quickly got on the highway...
The RV quickly got onto the highway, and Red Rabbit and the others watched the scenery outside the vehicle rush by, forming a strip of green, gray, and blue.
Red Rabbit collapsed onto the last bed, clutching potato chips, while a classic movie played on the television in front of her.
Fifth Uncle stood with one foot on a stool, wiping a gun with a cloth in his hand.
Uncle You sat opposite him, chatting happily with his wife and daughter on his phone.
After looking left and right, they silently squeezed next to the cat, their heads down, holding their laptops and seemingly discussing something.
Ling Li lowered his head, looking at the documents in his hand, constantly calculating with his fingers.
"That's not right!" Ling Li pulled out a miniature divination plate, no more than two or three centimeters in size, from his pocket, and began to calculate with one hand while looking at the plate with the other.
His exclamation was not loud, and was extremely faint in the large RV space, so much so that only Fu Guanshi and Sang Zhitao, who were closest to him, could hear it.
Fu Guanshi glanced at him with surprise, but said nothing.
Sang Zhitao was drinking milk from her bottle and didn't ask what was wrong.
After calculating with his fingertips for a while, Ling Li said to Fu Guanshi and Sang Zhitao beside him, "The Tun hexagram."
Sang Zhitao raised an eyebrow in surprise.
Since she came into this world, all the fortune tellers she had seen had relied on hand-to-hand calculation. This was the first time she had seen someone using a divination board, so she couldn't help but ask curiously, "Why don't you rely on hand-to-hand calculation like the others?"
A blush flashed across her sharp cheeks.
Sang Zhitao was about to blurt out, "You're blushing like a teapot..."
He was interrupted by a sharp explanation: "People like us are specially trained, so we need to rely on certain tools."
Sang Zhitao frowned slightly and called out to An Wen, who was reading a book not far away, "Captain An Wen."
An Wen looked at her with a puzzled expression.
"Captain Anwen, if your fortune-telling skills are so weak, why don't you use tools to assist you?"
An Wen choked and turned to look at Ling Li.
Ling Li quickly explained, "Well, I meant that because my abilities are weak, I need to use tools, so..."
Before he could finish speaking, An Wen had already grasped the gist of it and explained with a smile, "The divination board is too troublesome to use."
"Huh?" Sang Zhitao tilted her head, so shocked she almost dropped the baby bottle. "That's it?"
An Wen stuffed the book in her hand into the bookcase, walked up to them, and kicked the stool that Uncle Wu was standing on.
Uncle Wu lunged forward suddenly, nearly hitting his head on the table.
He looked up, ready to yell at which bastard had pulled out the chair without a word.
Upon seeing Shi Anwen, he quickly coughed lightly and lowered his head to continue wiping the gun in his hand.
An Wen ignored his reaction, roughly wiped the stool, and then said, "Fortune telling is our instinct. From the moment we are born, we know how to calculate."
As she spoke, she turned to look at the divination board in Ling Li's hand beside her: "The divination board requires memorizing the meaning of each hexagram, which is extremely difficult for most people."
After thinking for a moment, she explained, "Most fortune tellers don't really like using divination boards. The less skilled ones don't know how to use them, the intermediate ones don't like to use them, and the more skilled ones don't need to use them."
"Fortune tellers of a high level, like the Imperial Advisor, possess an instinctive power that is more accurate and powerful than what can be calculated using divination charts."
Ling Li nodded repeatedly, helping to explain, "I'm good at it, but I'm not good at other things, so our group has been specially trained in using the divination board."
Sang Zhitao nodded knowingly, then asked Ling Li curiously, "What divination did you just perform?"
“The Tun hexagram.” He paused, then added, “□□ Tun.”
“□□Tun…” Sang Zhitao recalled her divination training before her transmigration, “The first nine hexagrams, a giant rock pressing down on the border.”
“Yes, the lower part of the rock is trembling while the upper part is precipitous; there must be falling rocks ahead,” Ling Li continued.
Sang Zhitao rubbed her chin with her small hand: "We're on the highway now. We'll get off in an hour and we'll be driving through a valley."
"Red Rabbit, check the weather over there. Is it going to rain?" An Wen frowned and called out.
Red Rabbit responded loudly from behind, and after a short while, it replied again: "The weather ahead is clear and all is well."
An Wen's face immediately turned ugly. She glanced at Sang Zhitao, then at Ling Li: "Your divination can't be wrong, can it?"
Ling Li opened his mouth, looked down at the small divination plate in his palm, and was momentarily at a loss, wondering if it was because his skills were lacking.
Sang Zhitao lowered her eyes and thought for a moment, then pulled up by the collar of the coffin-bearer and whispered something in her ear.
Fu Guanshi nodded, and Sang Zhitao immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
She turned to An Wen and said, "The driver, Yu Wen, is an eighth-level fortune teller. Let him give it a try."
An Wen was first surprised by Yu Wen's level, and then happily ran to the driver's seat.
About ten minutes later, she came back with a worried look on her face.
"He also predicted a clear sky?" Sang Zhitao asked, somewhat surprised.
An Wen nodded heavily.
An Wen looked at Ling Li again: "Try using divination instead of a divination board."
Ling Li had already gleaned some information from An Wen's actions. Upon hearing An Wen's words, he quickly lowered his head and began to calculate with both hands.
After a long while, he looked up at Sang Zhitao and said, "My divination ability is only level one or two, and I can only predict that the weather will be good within ten minutes."
Sang Zhitao twitched her lips and looked at the others.
An Wen shrugged: "Don't look at me, I can only watch for the last three minutes at most."
Uncle You and Fifth Uncle both shook their heads. Cat and Zero were also drawn in by their conversation, and when they saw everyone looking at them, they couldn't help but shake their heads as well.
Sang Zhitao looked up at the coffin-bearer.
Before Fu Guanshi could reply, she sat down and waved her hand, saying, "Never mind, I forgot that you Fu Guanshi don't do divination."
Fu Guanshi stroked the spirit cat and smiled, but didn't reply.
Sang Zhitao tapped the baby bottle a few times with her chubby fingers before saying to Ling Li, "Take the divination plate to Yuwen. He should know how to use it. Let him do some divination."
Although Ling Li still didn't understand, he nodded in agreement.
A short while later, he returned with a small divination plate and said to Sang Zhitao, "Mr. Yu said that according to the divination, it is also the Tun hexagram."
Sang Zhitao frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and then closed her eyes. She wanted to use her abilities in this world to see what lay ahead.
A moment later, however, she opened her eyes with a pale face.
"How are you?" An Wen asked with some concern when he saw her like this.
Sang Zhitao bit her lip: "The Criminal Investigation Team reappears."
Those who had never been to the Criminal Investigation Brigade were somewhat bewildered, while An Wen and Hong Tu, who had already walked over, both looked rather grim.
An Wen swallowed hard: "Another barrier?"
Sang Zhitao shook her head slightly: "I don't know for now, but the method is very familiar, so it should have been done by a group of people."
“But the one behind the scenes isn’t…” An Wen asked hurriedly.
Sang Zhitao shook her head again: "Logically speaking, that's how it is..."
Thinking about the second fragment of the world she had obtained from the God of Wishes, Sang Zhitao felt that perhaps the answer lay in this inexplicable rain.
"Did I have the electromagnetic weapons that were prepared in advance ready?" Sang Zhitao asked, looking up.
An Wen turned to look at his fifth uncle.
Uncle Wu smiled smugly and pulled a box out from under the bench he was sitting on.
The box scratched the floor, making a somewhat harsh sound.
He kicked the lock off the box.
Several high-tech, silver-gray electromagnetic guns were securely placed in the box.
“Okay.” Sang Zhitao nodded in satisfaction. “You guys take your weapons and I’ll take care of the rest.”
After giving a brief explanation, the group cleaned their guns, tidied their clothes, or changed into more comfortable shoes, all waiting for the duel to begin later.
Soon, the luxury RV drove off the highway and arrived at the valley they had guessed.
There wasn't a single vehicle traveling on this road today; they were the only ones traveling alone through the valley.
The valley was very high, and the sound of vehicles echoed through it, amplified several times over, giving it a somewhat heavy feel.
"It seems like everything is fine?" Red Rabbit leaned against the window, looking at the sun shining brightly in the sky outside, and everything seemed normal.
Sang Zhitao was about to say something.
But as soon as the rear of the car entered the valley, the sky darkened as if it had turned to dusk in an instant.
Just as darkness fell, a torrential downpour began.
Yuwen instinctively slammed on the brakes, then quickly shouted into the intercom, "Something's wrong, be careful!"
"Huh? There's a walkie-talkie?" Sang Zhitao's attention turned elsewhere in a strange way.
An Wen didn't realize that this was a joke about her walking over to call out to Mr. Yu earlier.
She frowned and glanced out the window a few times: "What do we do now?"
Sang Zhitao lowered her eyes and pondered for a moment before looking up and saying, "Keep driving forward. I estimate they won't drop rocks to stop us until we're completely stuck."
Upon hearing this, Yuwen, who was in the driver's seat, slowly drove the vehicle forward.
The vehicle wasn't moving very fast, but even so, they finally arrived at the center of the valley ten minutes later.
Just as Sang Zhitao had guessed, a pile of huge rocks suddenly fell down in front of them, completely blocking the road ahead, just as their vehicle reached the center.
"What are we going to do?" An Wen couldn't help but scratch his face. "We can't exactly go down and move the stones, can we?"
Sang Zhitao looked at the sky, then turned to An Wen and asked, "What time is it now?"
An Wen glanced down at his phone: "Judging from the time, it's about 2 p.m.
Sang Zhitao took a deep breath: "Alright."
She closed her eyes, as if she were in a criminal investigation team, to sense the energy field around her.
Sure enough, she felt a familiar power on that pile of rubble.
"Are you a god of will too?" she asked as she walked into the driver's seat.
The people who came with her had never seen the Goddess of Wish before, so they all looked at her with puzzled expressions.
Only Fu Guanshi, who had experienced everything, calmly held Sang Zhitao.
There was nothing outside, and no one answered her; only the sound of rain was extremely noisy in the night.
“I killed the first god of desire, are you sure you don’t want to show yourself?” Sang Zhitao quietly summoned the jade pendant from her body and hid it in her hand.
She could only vaguely sense an unusual energy field in this world, but she couldn't pinpoint its exact location, nor could she make the jade pendant attack the other party.
Seemingly provoked by her words, a young man in a black robe stood on the boulder in the middle of the road, coldly staring at her.
Sang Zhitao raised an eyebrow: "You're also called the God of Wishes?"
The boy nodded.
"The previous god said he couldn't bring himself to kill me, is it the same for you?"
The boy paused for a moment before slowly nodding.
Sang Zhitao's eyes darted around, and she asked with a smile, "If he were willing to die by my hand, would you be willing too?"
The boy looked blank for a moment before shaking his head.
This surprised Sang Zhitao, but she also felt it made sense. After all, if the same method was used to handle it, then the person behind it all seemed a bit too stupid.
"I see..." Sang Zhitao lowered her eyes and thought for a moment before saying, "Then could you come closer?"
"The rain is too heavy, I can't see your face clearly, and I can't hear what you're saying?"
After a moment's thought, Shenzhou-2 silently jumped off the boulder and walked to the car.
"Open the door!" Sang Zhitao instructed Yuwen.
Yuwen hesitated for a moment before looking at Fu Guanshi, and only opened the carriage door after seeing Fu Guanshi nod slightly.
Sang Zhitao said to the coffin bearer who was holding her, "Carry me down."
Remembering what had happened in the conference room, Fu Guanshi didn't hesitate much. He carefully pulled her into his arms and cautiously got out of the car...
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