Chapter 409: Three consecutive hexagrams, no life

The word "grandfather" reached Qin Shu's ears and stimulated her greatly.

Qin Shu got up, put on her slippers, rushed to the door, opened the door and ran straight towards the back mountain.

"Ah Shu! Where are you going?!"

Qin Hairui watched his sister leave with disheveled hair, and for a moment he was distracted, then he ran after her.

Qin Shu did not respond. She stared at the back mountain in fear and panic. Her face was pale and distorted due to excessive excitement.

The images in the dream are so clear and so real!

She was a little bit unconvinced, it was just a dream.

Qin Shu ran to the waterfall on the back mountain panting, her eyes wandering around the surrounding environment, her gaze fixed on the huge rock beside the stream.

The water level submerged halfway up the boulder, and the gurgling water washed over the rocks, making an irritating sound.

Qin Shu staggered through the water, came to the boulder, and reached out to feel for something.

"Ah Shu, the water is cold, come up quickly!"

Qin Hairui caught up and shouted anxiously while standing on the shore.

Qin Shu seemed not to hear it. She walked around the boulder and touched a small stone in a depression.

She held the stone in front of her eyes and examined it, with a horrified expression as if the sky was falling.

It actually exists!

In her dream, she clearly saw a small stone hidden in the depression of the boulder.

But in reality, Qin Shu hadn't been to this place for more than ten years and had no idea about this situation.

Qin Shu's hand holding the stone was shaking slightly, and she murmured to herself: "Why is this happening?"

Thinking back to the 12 years of life that her grandfather mentioned in the dream, her heart sank.

Suddenly, someone grabbed Qin Shu's arm.

"The stream water is freezing cold this morning. You are really not afraid of the cold. Come with me!"

Qin Hairui forcefully grabbed Qin Shu's hand and dragged her to the shore.

Qin followed passively and asked abruptly, "Brother, if I die one day, will you and my parents be sad?"

Qin Hairui staggered and almost fell into the stream.

He turned around suddenly and glared at Qin Shu fiercely: "What nonsense are you talking about! What's the matter with death? It's bad luck! Don't say unlucky words, bah! Go ashore and touch the wood!"

Qin Hairui spoke very quickly and dragged Qin Shu to the shore in a somewhat rough manner.

He held Qin Shu's hand and pressed it against a century-old tree trunk to drive away the bad luck.

"Hurry up and spit out all those unlucky words you said before!"

Qin Shu looked at her elder brother's superstitious behavior with a helpless expression, feeling both amused and touched in her heart.

She pouted twice in a childish manner and stared at Qin Hairui, who had a serious expression, with smiling eyes.

"Brother, if you leave one day, your parents must be well."

Qin Hairui's eyes widened and he said fiercely, "You still dare to say that!"

Qin Shu closed her eyes and said softly, "I dreamed of my grandfather last night. He said I only have 12 years left to live."

Facing her relatives, she did not hide anything and told them about her dream last night very easily.

Qin Hairui's hands trembled, and his pupils dilated instantly, revealing an expression of horror.

His lips trembled as he said, "It was just a dream. Dreams are always the opposite of what they actually are!"

That being said, Qin Hairui's expression became uglier and uglier, and his eyebrows were almost twisted into a knot.

Qin Shu raised her head and smiled brightly: "I think so too. Look how scared you are. Your face has turned pale."

Qin Hairui saw clearly the smile that did not reach her eyes, and his heart sank.

Qin Hairui was silent for a long time, then suddenly grabbed Qin Shu's wrist and walked towards home.

"Let's go! The ancestral hall! Let's go and cast the divination blocks!"

Whenever something big happened in the Qin family, they would toss the divination blocks to ask for the answer to the future.

And it has never failed, and has even saved the family from danger several times, so the Qin family has great trust in divination by divination cups.

The brother and sister came to the ancestral hall, and the clan member who was guarding the hall immediately reported the matter to their sixth uncle.

Inside the ancestral hall.

Qin Hairui, sweating profusely, knelt in front of his ancestors.

"Ancestors, I'm going to ask my sister Qin Shu if she really only has 12 years left to live."

“Crash——”

The divination cup fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

Qin Hairui glanced down and his face suddenly turned pale as paper, without a trace of blood.

He picked up the divination cup with trembling hands and said in an unsteady voice: "This is only the first hexagram. It's okay, it's okay. There is still a chance..."

Qin Hairui kowtowed in front of the tablets of Qin family ancestors, murmuring something.

"Ancestors, please bless my sister to be safe, healthy, and live a long life."

He threw the divination cup in his hand again.

This time, Qin Hairui didn't dare to look immediately, and lowered his eyes very slowly.

Still with the flat side facing upwards, it is called Yin, which means requesting matters and is a very bad omen.

Qin Hairui's nostrils flared, his breathing became rapid and unstable, and his upper body lay on the ground in a mess.

"No, Ah Shu is the heir of the Qin family, nothing can happen to her..."

His hands were shaking so badly that he couldn't even pick up the two divination cups.

Qin Shu showed reluctance on her face. She squatted down and picked up the divination cup: "Brother, forget it. Let's go home."

Qin Hairui snatched the divination cup from her hand, his face full of paranoia, and said stubbornly: "Something must have gone wrong. There is one last chance, there must be a glimmer of hope!"

Qin Shu saw that he looked strange, and said in a more serious tone, "No! We won't count it!"

If she had known this, she wouldn't have told him about the dream.

12 years is too short.

She was in the prime of her life, how could she be willing to die?

If it wasn't for the purpose of preparing her family mentally, Qin Shu would have taken this matter into the coffin like her rebirth and would not have told anyone.

Qin Hairui fell down on the mat, looked into the sadness and reluctance in Qin Shu's eyes, and threw the divination cup in his hand away.

He put his hands hard on Qin Shu's shoulders, his face stern, and asked in a very serious tone:

"Ah Shu, did you do something? Tell me, what did you do?"

"The heir of the Qin family has never died so young! Is that right, Xie Lanzhi? Did you make any exchange for him?"

Qin Shu shook her head: "No, you don't know me yet. I am very selfish and would not do such a stupid thing."

She lowered her eyes slightly and saw the divination cup thrown on the ground, still with the flat side facing up.

Three divinations, all showed very bad luck!

Qin Shu slowly closed her eyes, feeling powerless in her heart.

She opened her eyes again, showing a resolute expression, and quietly changed the ominous hexagram on the ground.

"ah!"

Qin Shu shouted in pretended surprise, with a smile in her eyes.

"Brother, look! This is a good omen!"

Qin Hairui looked down and found that the convex side of the divination cup was facing upwards, which was called Yang. It meant to request something, which was a good omen.

He grinned and said excitedly: "I told you there would be a glimmer of hope!"

At the entrance of the ancestral hall, a majestic rebuke came: "The ancestral hall is not a place for you to fool around, get out now!"

Qin Shu turned around and met Sixth Uncle's clear eyes that seemed to have seen through everything.

Her body stiffened slightly, and obvious panic flashed across her face.

"Sixth Uncle, when did you come?"

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