Feng Wuhen's words, which sounded like he was talking to himself, were somewhat incoherent.

But everyone present guessed his thoughts at the same time for some reason.

Did he want to dye the white wedding dress on his body red with blood, so he came here in such a white wedding dress?

Chu Changzui's heart skipped a beat.

He had always known that the shopkeeper was very dangerous, but this was the first time he faced how dangerous the shopkeeper was.

Perhaps it was because the shopkeeper almost never showed this side of him in front of them, at this moment, Chu Changzui realized that the usually "terrible" shopkeeper had actually become much kinder.

If they hadn't heard the shopkeeper's behavior with their own ears at this moment, even those of them who were usually closest to the shopkeeper couldn't guess what she was thinking.

After all...

even the most bloodthirsty person couldn't think of this method.

Dyeing the wedding dress red with blood, it sounds a bit absurd and weird.

But the strange thing is, if someone else said this idea of ​​dyeing the clothes red with blood, Chu Changzui would definitely think that person is disgusting.

After all, he hates this kind of random killing of innocent people the most.

But for some reason, when the person who said this was the shopkeeper, Chu Changzui didn't have any disgust in his heart like he did when he heard this before.

On the contrary, Chu Changzui even felt that the shopkeeper was inexplicably eye-catching.

At this time, Bai Yan'er next to him seemed to have just woken up from a dream.

She was a little flustered, looking at the two people beside her, "What should I do?

She is usually the calmest and most calculating person, but now she seems to have lost her soul.

" "Calm." Feng Xiruo said, "The shopkeeper... is now in semi-seclusion, he won't be so cruel, right?"

Although he couldn't make up his mind at this moment.

Because the expression on the shopkeeper's face when he said this was a little too scary.

"Not necessarily. "Chu Changzui knew that his shopkeeper was possessed and was about to lose control.

In fact, Chu Changzui didn't care whether these people lived or died.

But he was more worried about the shopkeeper's condition.

If he became possessed here, it would be troublesome, because possessed people often don't know what they are doing.

Once they get caught up in killing, they are likely to forget everything, and in the end they are completely addicted and forget who they are.

The previous few times have never given Chu Changzui such a dangerous situation. Feeling, no matter how angry the shopkeeper looks. But this time, it's different.

What on earth did the shopkeeper go through during the days he disappeared to become like this?

Chu Changzui was filled with deep doubts.

He thought, why not tell a fortune?

Ever since that fortune-telling backfired, Chu Changzui was afraid to tell a fortune related to the shopkeeper, but he had also learned the secrets that the shopkeeper gave him for such a long time, and his fortune-telling skills should have improved.

Chu Changzui hesitated for a while, but finally, when he remembered that it was the shopkeeper, he gritted his teeth and told a fortune.

...

The first thing he saw was a crowded group of people.

Huh?

Who are these guys?

Chu Changzui didn't know who they were, but they looked very strange, especially many of them had shaved their heads.

Where did the shopkeeper go?

And this should be the attire for prisoners, right? Chu Changzui was a little hesitant, but he couldn't be sure.

The main reason was that although these people had shaved their heads and their clothes were a bit strange, they all looked quite neat, which made Chu Changzui feel a little confused. .

Chu Changzui hesitated for a long time, and then "walked" forward following the picture.

He seemed to see some very fantastic scenes, with all kinds of colorful lights flashing in the dark night. He didn't know what it was, but such a scene made him feel a little scared.

This completely unfamiliar thing appeared in front of Chu Changzui, like a mysterious and unknown existence.

Even though Chu Changzui never felt how timid he was, he was still a little confused at the moment. That feeling was... It was like suddenly stepping into some unknown territory.

Especially the lights all over the mountains.

Where could so many fireworks be lit at the same time?

You know, in ancient times, lighting was a very luxurious thing. Even Chu Changzui, who grew up in Guigumen with the stars in his eyes, had never seen such a night.

Could it be that some place was celebrating something, so they needed to light so many fireworks?

No, wait, that's not it.

Chu Changzui suddenly frowned.

He was very familiar with all the festivals. After all, this was his. When it comes to his job, the first thing a fortune teller remembers is always these things related to local customs and people.

But now, no matter how Chu Changzui recalls, he can't remember any recent festivals that require lighting fireworks.

This is not a celebratory firework.

Then this is...

Chu Changzui suddenly took a breath of cold air.

He suddenly figured it out.

This... is the scene when people in the martial arts world fight each other.

Those so-called "fireworks" are torches that people light at night in order to see each other more clearly, and they are also signal bombs set off to alert their companions to the battle situation.

Chu Changzui had only heard of it before, but this was the first time he saw it.

But why are there so many?

Chu Changzui observed everything he saw with fear and curiosity.

He did not have the feeling of confidence that he often had when he was fortune-telling in the past. Instead, he now had a vague fear in his heart. What on earth had the shopkeeper been doing these days?

Chu Changzui, who originally thought that the shopkeeper had just gone out to deal with some minor matters, was suddenly unsure now. He was like a small animal that had stepped into a busy street, trembling as he watched everything.

It was obvious that the shopkeeper had gone out suddenly this time to deal with something terrible.

Chu Changzui suddenly thought, maybe this was the reason why the shopkeeper was a little obsessed now?

You know, sometimes a fight that is too intense will trigger the inner demons that have been suppressed for a long time.

The shopkeeper was used to not saying a word and keeping things in her heart, so even the guests' employees didn't know what she had just suffered. If she was willing to say it, then... maybe, they could communicate more smoothly.

Chu Changzui immediately became anxious.

He could not wait to tell Feng Xiruo and Bai Yan'er what the shopkeeper had experienced recently, but the current situation did not allow it, because the hexagram could not be interrupted.

This confused scene lasted for a long time, and Chu Changzui finally saw some familiar scenes without knowing when.

...But for some reason, he always felt that this perspective was slightly biased.

But other things were all good, which made Chu Changzui ignore the doubts that arose in his heart.

What appeared in front of him was a beautiful room, many beautiful maids, and a room full of various antique calligraphy and paintings.

Chu Changzui breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the people around him were wearing the same clothes as himself.

In any case, it seems that the shopkeeper should have returned from that terrible fight. Before coming here, the shopkeeper should have had some time to relax. Perhaps the situation was not as serious as he imagined...

However, at this moment, Chu Changzui saw a woman slowly approaching.

She was holding a bowl of medicine in her hand, and her expression was slightly nervous.

Chu Changzui then heard a sentence from the woman's mouth.

"Do you feel uncomfortable? Do you want to take a break?"

In an instant, everything disappeared before his eyes. Chu Changzui looked at the disappearance of all the images just now in a daze.

...

Feng Qing was now without the last bit of valuables on his body, as if he had lost his backbone.

She was too embarrassed to take out the string of cinnabar in her hand, so she could only stand there awkwardly, staring at the person opposite her.

This was really something that could make a person socially dead.

How should I put it, it was even more socially deadening than the extremely embarrassing TV series she watched a few days ago.

She was free in the middle of the night, so she randomly found a TV series. The male protagonist was a frail and sickly person, and he would drink medicine every now and then. The key point was that the male protagonist himself had a rustic face that made people feel uncomfortable at all, and it was distracting to watch.

However, Feng Qing, who was able to finish watching this TV series, was quite free to talk about it.

What should I do? Otherwise, I could take advantage of the fact that the person opposite me couldn't see clearly that the thing in my hand was fading, and give it to him first and deal with it?

In fact, when they heard what Feng Wuhen said, the momentum of those people on the opposite side had already dropped a bit.

After all, everyone knows how terrible Feng Wuhen is, and at the moment, his behavior is indeed something that only a madman would do.

Everyone is afraid of madmen.

But one of the elders didn't want to be afraid.

He looked at Feng Wuhen with a sneer on his face.

"Playing tricks."

"Do you think we are a place where you can come and go as you please?" The elder stepped forward and said in a sinister tone.

The people next to him felt a pang in their hearts and wanted to grab him, but it was too late.

"Prepare to die!"

Feng Qing was still holding the bracelet in her hand. When she heard "Come as you like, leave as you like", she realized that the tone was wrong.

It seems that she must be kept as the wife of the village today.

Oh my God!

Feng Qing subconsciously threw the bracelet in her hand away, and her eyes closed in fear.

She was a timid person, afraid that the person opposite would cause her some terrible harm.

...

But it was a coincidence.

Because the elder opposite was a palmist.

He was best at using palms to fight against the enemy in his life, and he was never afraid of hidden weapons, because no matter how skilled the flying knife was, it could not escape his pair of flesh palms.

So, when he saw something flying over from the opposite side, a sneer even appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"It's just a trick, but I thought it was so powerful."

The elder thought, and casually stretched out his hand, and a beautiful little swallow spread its wings and took the thing in his hand.

After he took it, he looked at the thing in his palm.

A string of Buddhist beads.

The elder looked at the string of Buddhist beads in his hand and smiled.

This is Feng Wuhen's Buddhist beads, which must be a good thing, but now it belongs to him.

...

In fact, there is an even more coincidental thing today.

That is, this elder's internal strength is good.

His pair of flesh palms are real iron sand palms. When he uses his internal strength, it is like burning charcoal, and can leave two marks on people's bodies.

As it happened, today, he was facing Feng Wuhen, so he used a little more internal strength, wishing his hands were as hot as iron.

So, under various coincidences...

the string of Buddha beads made of artificial cinnabar, at this moment, under high temperature, underwent some wonderful changes.