Chen Chu was somewhat confused, his face showing bewilderment.
"Uncle Meng, why did my fortune, which seemed to be going well, suddenly turn gloomy?"
"What? Such a thing exists?"
Meng Zhengyang wasn't really sure either, but then he suddenly remembered something.
"Wait a minute!"
Chen Chu looked at Meng Zhengyang and directly drew a golden rune in the void.
Drawing symbols in the air!
Chen Chu didn't know anything about it; he just thought it was a basic skill for array masters.
If Yuquanzi were standing nearby, he would probably have gasped in surprise.
The rune floated towards Chen Chu, and upon touching him, it suddenly burst into flames and was instantly consumed.
It looked as if it had burned out completely.
What you said today is correct!
Meng Zhengyang suddenly sat up straight. "The trouble you've been in these past few days is definitely not normal!"
Chen Chu was startled. "Uncle Meng, what have you discovered?"
Meng Zhengyang thought about it carefully, and then said.
"My blessings have been blocked. If I'm not mistaken, what you've encountered is a curse at the level of a saint!"
"curse?"
Chen Chu looked completely bewildered. "I didn't provoke the Saint..."
He was just about to say that he hadn't provoked any powerful figures at the Saint level.
But then he suddenly remembered.
Meng Zhengyang narrowed his eyes at this moment.
They exchanged a glance, and both thought of the same person!
Sha Yuelin, one of the Twelve Lesser Fates of the Fengdu Security Department!
Chen Chu frowned slightly. "Was it that old guy who made the move?"
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