Sequence: Waking up in the secret room and letting me play the fortune teller

[Sequence promotion rules]!

Qin Yangming's mood was inevitably fluctuating. Is this the method of [Sequence Promotion]? !

He looked around and found that everyone in the room looked normal.

It seemed that this information was sent to him alone.

But what exactly is this so-called special [Promotion Ceremony]?

At this moment, the voice in Qin Yangming's mind suddenly sounded again:

“The following is a [Promotion Ceremony] for the [Fortune Teller]: In the following period of time, use the opposite divination results to mislead everyone’s actions, and try to lead everyone onto the wrong path!

After the ceremony is completed, the [Fortune Teller] will be promoted to the eighth level [Immortal Taoist]!

[Immortal Taoist]? Is this the next step for me?

Qin Yangming looked up again and saw that everyone was still doing their own things, as if nothing was unusual.

His heartbeat started to quicken, his breathing became slightly faster, and he suddenly thought of something.

Was he the only one who was informed of this valuable information individually, or were there others who were also informed individually like him?

If there are other people who are like him, should he discuss it with others?

But if everyone is open and honest, can he tell everyone about his [Promotion Ceremony]?

You know, the key to his [Promotion Ceremony] is to mislead. When everyone knows this, how can he mislead them?

But if he really intended to mislead people, the death rate might skyrocket.

Qin Yangming couldn't help but frown.

"Hey! What are you thinking about!"

Qin Yangming came to his senses when he heard Bai Lu's voice. Bai Lu's face was so close to him that he could even clearly see the pores on the tip of her nose.

"You've been in a daze since just now! What are you thinking about?" Bai Lu asked curiously, looking up.

"Hey! No...nothing!" Qin Yangming said.

"If you have nothing to do, come along. We're trying to snatch someone away now!" Bai Lu pulled Qin Yangming and was about to walk out of the house.

"Kidnap someone?" Qin Yangming was puzzled.

Bai Lu said, "Yes, to grab people, the other captains have already gone there, but you are still standing there."

"But Nan Guan and Mo Ying have also gone there."

Only then did Qin Yangming notice that Nan Guan and Mo Ying were gone from the room.

"Who are you robbing?" Qin Yangming asked.

"A newcomer, just like you were before!" Bai Lu said.

"Every time someone dies on this floor, someone will come up from below to replace them."

"As many people die as there are new ones, and those people will inherit their sequence."

“This is also a rule.”

"So many people died in the last [Trial], and now new people have arrived!"

Bai Lu explained while pulling Qin Yangming to an open space where many people had already gathered.

"This is……"

Qin Yangming recognized this place. There were several patches of ground that were burnt black.

They were the sequencers who died in the previous trial. There were seven areas of charred ground, representing the seven people who died here at that time.

Sloth, Werewolf, Cleaner, Soldier...

And the beggar and the fisherman who died at the beginning died elsewhere.

Qin Yangming looked and saw two teams of people standing in the circle.

The newcomers were a little embarrassed, and some looked very excited, eagerly saying to the old people:

"Brother! Can you save me? I feel like I'm sick!"

One of the girls had red eyes and grabbed the musician's clothes tightly and refused to let go.

"Look... I don't know when this weird thing started growing on me!"

The girl pulled down the collar of her shirt, revealing a small purple tentacle that was constantly wriggling under her clothes, like an octopus's leg.

"You have to [play] your own role!" The musician who was being dragged and unable to leave was shocked and spoke earnestly to the poor girl.

"【Act】... But, the card says that my role is a 【Beggar】! How can I 【act】 this...?" the girl said in a crying voice.

This scene has happened too many times. It is like a cycle. The old people die, the new people come up, the new people become old, and then die.

The musician felt reluctant, but still pointed to an empty space over there and said:

"You have to beg on the street like a real beggar."

The ground in that place was burnt black, and there were large burn marks on the walls.

That was where the beggar had begged, and it was also where he turned into a tumor and was killed by everyone.

The street performer next to him kindly said, "Yes, even if someone kicks you, scolds you or hits you, you can't fight back. You have to act like a real beggar, otherwise your illness will get worse!"

The girl was terrified after hearing this. She lost all hope and staggered back a few steps.

If her teammates hadn't come up with her to support her, she would have fallen to the ground.

“How could it be… I just got admitted to university… How could I become a beggar…” She murmured, her voice very low, revealing deep despair.

Everyone sighed as they watched this familiar scene, but they had no time to comfort the poor girl. Instead, they were busy trying to snatch her away.

The more people there are, the safer it is, because when danger comes, there may be someone by your side to protect you.

Of course, you yourself might be the one who takes the blame.

"The Master is here too?"

Musicians, arbitrators and street performers greeted Qin Yangming enthusiastically when they saw him.

"Well, come and take a look." Qin Yangming nodded one by one.

"Ten people came up at once this time, that's a lot." The arbitrator exclaimed.

"Master, please tell me my fortune when you have time." The street performer joked.

Qin Yangming smiled and said, "Okay."

Then he turned his gaze to the two teams, as if he saw them as they were back then.

Anxiety, tension, and a mixture of despair, this is the state of these newcomers.

"Sir, what do you think of these two?"

Nan Guan and Mo Ying saw Qin Yangming and walked over, each pulling a newcomer.

There was a man and a woman. The man was a young man in his early twenties, with some dirt on his handsome features.

The woman had short hair, a tall posture, and was wearing camouflage uniform. She looked like a soldier.

"Sir, what do you think? Why don't we let them join us?" Nan Guan asked tentatively with a smile on his face.

Qin Yangming had no objection, but just asked: "Are they going to be dispersed?"

Mo Ying nodded and said, "The leaders have discussed it and decided to split the new recruits into different teams. This will give them the best chance of survival."

Qin Yangming understood and asked, "Do the newcomers agree?"

Mo Ying said carelessly: "Oh, what else do they have to agree or disagree with? They all look like they have lost their souls!"

"Now, if someone tells them that they can survive, they will have to kneel down and kowtow to thank him!" he emphasized.

Nan Guan glanced at Mo Ying, meaning that could he please not speak so harshly, as the newcomer is still here!

Mo Ying shut up tactfully. Nan Guan smiled and said to Qin Yangming, "Sir, after all, no one is as opinionated as you."

Mo Ying also laughed, as if agreeing with Nan Guan's words. Both of them looked at Qin Yangming, waiting for him to make a decision.

Qin Yangming smiled, thinking that their team had already absorbed the hunter and the little boy, and no one died in the last [Trial], so it was nothing to give them only two people this time.

Just as he was about to make a decision, a voice interrupted the crowd.

"Master Qin, can I exchange these two people with you?"

A few people looked and saw that it was a musician.

He came with two newcomers behind him, with a helpless smile on his face, and said:

"Master Qin, I'm really sorry. There are really not many people in our team who can fight. I'm talking about the tank type."

He had taken a fancy to these two men, one of whom was in his twenties and strong, and the other was a soldier.

Nan Guan and Mo Ying looked embarrassed but didn't say anything. They knew they might need him someday. Every sequence had its own special features and no one could predict.

Qin Yangming was fine, but he glanced at the two newcomers and said:

"Musician, I think we should ask for their opinions."

"them?"

The musician didn't react at first to who Qin Yangming was talking about, until he looked in the direction Qin Yangming was looking.

It turned out to be those newcomers.

"Master Qin, what opinions can they have..."

The musician looked at the newcomers and said.

"You better ask."

Qin Yangming smiled. In his heart, he felt that it was not a good idea to exchange them like commodities.

"Okay... okay."

The musician smiled bitterly.

The two couples looked at each other, and a warm feeling rose in their hearts.

They all want to join Qin Yangming's team now, and their eyes are filled with passion as they look at Qin Yangming.

Qin Yangming expected this to happen, and he said to the musicians:

"How about this, let the hexagram make the decision for us."

Just now, an impulse suddenly arose in his heart.

The urge to tell a fortune.

Although this was just a simple division of people, deep down he wanted to tell his fortune and predict good or bad luck.

The musician nodded, and everyone watched Qin Yangming take out the three Qianlong Tong Bao coins from his arms, shake them in his hand, and throw them high into the air.

Three Qianlong Tong Bao coins rose and flipped in the air. After their speed returned to zero, they paused briefly in mid-air and then fell into Qin Yangming's hands.

"Snapped!"

Qin Yangming clasped his hands together, and the front and back of the three Qianlong Tong Bao coins were hidden in his hands.

He had an idea in his mind before divination. If the hexagram was yang, the two people brought by Nan Guan would go with them. If the hexagram was yin, he would agree to the musician's request to replace them.

"Master, what do you say?" asked the musician.

Qin Yangming held the three Qianlong Tong Bao coins in his palm. He didn't need to turn them over. He was so skilled that he could feel the hexagram through the touch of his palm.

All three are correct, an old yang line, and a yang hexagram.

However, at this time he had not yet made clear the verdict of this divination.

"Master? Let's first tell you how to judge!" the musician urged.

When Qin Yangming heard the musician's words, everyone's eyes were on his face, as if they all wanted to see something from his facial expression.

Is it what I thought at the beginning or...

Or should you follow the contents of the [Promotion Ceremony], do something against your will, and mislead everyone with the opposite result?