"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 gave her some caring words of comfort.
"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 uncomfortably, 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 from 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 told Qiao Bo that she was the most powerful among her fellow apprentices, and she was not lying.
She is a natural heir of metaphysics and the best candidate for learning metaphysics, because she was born with a pair of "spiritual eyes".
When the Taoists want to know the fate of a person, they need a medium, whether it is the birth date, the horoscope, or fortune telling, or fortune telling...
But she doesn't need any of that, because her eyes can directly see everyone's fate, life and death.
The luck of a normal person is light yellow, and the better 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 over their heads, such as the Xiao couple.
There are also several special types of people whose luck is tinged with red, such as policemen and soldiers.
There was red in Qiao Bo's luck, but his luck was so strong that the red turned into purple.
So everyone in her eyes is colorful, especially when there are a lot of people, it is as if she has 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 were so many people, their auras blended together and formed a hazy black fog.
Song Ning had only seen this kind of luck in 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 Qiaojia Village.
Song Ning couldn't get much help from the novel, and because she and Qiao Bo didn't take their own lives into account, they couldn't predict what would happen in the future.
Song Ning could predict the fortunes of the people in the carriage, but there are three things that fortune-telling will not count and four things that it will not count. 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!
Whether they believe it or not, there is 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 placing the crank on the left side of the vehicle.
"Fortune-telling? That's great! Go ahead and tell it!"
Qiao Zhijun was a good-natured man. Seeing that Qiao Bo's young wife was finally willing to speak, he immediately cooperated and said "Yi".
"Then please tell me three numbers, within ten, any three will do!"
Song Ning immediately asked in a fierce manner.
"389"
Qiao Zhijun got on the tractor and casually said three numbers.
Song Ning immediately stretched out his left hand and began to use "Xiao Liu Ren" to calculate, Su Xi, Chi Kou, Kong Wang...
Song Ning's thumb stopped at the empty space.
Empty things are ominous, yin people are erratic, 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. He knew something was 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, and continued to calculate the time.
It is seven o'clock in the morning. Seven o'clock is the Chen hour, which is the fifth among the twelve celestial branches and the earthly branches, so it gets its number five.
Count five numbers clockwise from Kongwang, and you will reach Chikou.
Red mouth represents quarrels, so be careful of right and wrong. Find lost items quickly, as pedestrians will be frightened.
Song Ning pressed her fingers on Chikou and felt relieved. Fortunately, there was still hope.
Although there will be some gossip, in terms of the outcome, things are still within control.
"Qiao Bo's wife, have you figured out anything? Let's calculate it with us..."
The people in the carriage looked at Song Ning calculating seriously with his fingers, and they urged him to do the same.
"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, and slowly started the tractor.
“We get off…”
Song Ning wanted to pull Qiao Bo out of the car, but was interrupted by the loud noise of the tractor.
Tutu…Tutu…
"What's going on?"
Qiao Zhijun held the tractor head carefully and asked.
"I don't know! The people who came down to the field found San'er at the foot of the mountain this morning. He had fainted and never woke up."
The man who carried San'er over was the captain of Qiaojia Village, Qiao Junshan.
His face was heavy. San'er had a family of old and young 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 extremely 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 held Song Ning's head in his arms.
Fortunately, the carriage was very crowded, with people standing close to each other, and everyone's thoughts and attention were on San'er, so Qiao Boli 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 in the near future.
Qiaojia Village is located in the mountainous area, more than 40 kilometers away from the town. Now, let alone cars, even tractors are treasures.
So the car accident should be a rollover or falling rocks.
Song Ning recalled the route from Qiaojia Village to the town and locked the accident site at Xishanling not far ahead.
Song Ning turned her head and looked at the top of Qiao Bo's head. In a layer of black aura, Qiao Bo's purple-red aura was like an extremely bright light bulb.
But now Qiao Bo's luck is gradually turning darker...
The accident should have happened during this period of time. Song Ning's expression suddenly became solemn.
She suddenly yelled at Qiao Zhijun: "Stop the car!"
The rumbling sound of the tractor covered up 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, "What's wrong? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"
"Qiao Bo's wife, no matter how uncomfortable you are, you must hold on. San'er's condition cannot wait. We have to race against time with the King of Hell!"
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