Crossing fortune telling: Mental illnesses running in both directions

Several people were talking and laughing, but they did not ignore Fang Liang who was standing beside them.

The other party's desire to speak was probably too strong; his face turned from pale to liver-red, as if he was about to die from lack of oxygen.

At this moment, Aotian was dragging him in front of the crowd by grabbing his trouser leg. He sat upright and looked at Fang Wushuang, who was resting in a wheelchair and whose wounds had completely healed.

Fang Wushuang heard all the curses in the other party's heart, and his mood, which had just been relieved, became gloomy again.

The sword that had just killed Chen was still tightly held in her palm. She could have blinded his eyes with one blow. Fang Liang was unaware that danger was approaching, and the resentful look in his eyes seemed to become material and turned red.

Shen Zhinian: “Wow~”

"Has my medical skills reached such a high level?" She propped her chin with one hand, looking quite shocked. "Just a silence spell can turn a person's face from pale to rosy!"

Fang Liang: "Ugh! Ugh... Hah!!!"

He uttered a heart-wrenching zombie speech, and no one present could understand the pain in his heart.

A rosy face?! Are you blind? His brain is congested!!!

At this moment, Fang Liang finally realized the fatal feeling of being slandered, like a dumb person eating bitter herbs, unable to express his grievances.

Fang Liang had never experienced such a miserable experience. At that moment, he didn't even care about Wushuang's hatred, and instead directed his angry gaze at the girl in front of him who was talking nonsense.

Ah ah ah ah ah! ! !

A silent cry bloomed in her heart. Just as this disgusting gaze was directed at the young master, Fu Guanci, who was standing next to her, grabbed a handful of sand on the ground and raised his eyes to Fang Liang.

Fang Weinan immediately put on a show for everyone, rolling on the ground with his hands covering his face. Damn, this group of people have no martial ethics at all!

Such despicable means are simply hard to guard against!

Fang Wushuang, who was about to draw his sword to gouge out Fang Liang's eyes: "..." Okay, that's fine.

Aotian quickly dodged, fearing that he would be hurt by mistake: “…” Tsk, he didn’t even say hello before resisting, so scary.

After finally recovering from the excruciating pain, the wound on his leg that had been numb from the pain was split open again from rolling around.

Fang Liang could no longer bear it, and crawled towards the soldiers not far away with a ferocious face. For some reason, they had not reacted at all since the beginning despite the huge commotion here.

Save him, save him!

"Boom!"

In the noisy street, this loud noise was particularly eye-catching.

Fang Liang crawled in the opposite direction to ask for help, and turned his head back inch by inch with a stiff neck.

He saw Shen Jin, who had been talking nonsense behind him at first, actually began to stomp his feet in anger. The flat stone road instantly cracked into cracks, and each of the loud bangs went straight to Fang Liang's heart.

Fang Liang felt like he was nailed to the spot, trembling all over and unable to even muster the strength to resist.

He looked at the figure gradually approaching him with horror in his eyes and swallowed hard.

"Damn it." Shen Zhinian roared angrily, "I just wanted you to realize your mistakes. Who allowed you to be so energetic?!"

It jumped around like a loach drained of water, and Aotian was scared.

Dumbfounded.

Aotian: “Woof woof woof!” That’s right!

"..." Fang Liang: Damn it, what a beast, he's running for his life, he's running for his life, did you hear me!!!

"Even an unconscious action can cure a weak man. I am probably the natural born saint." After venting his dissatisfaction, Shen Zhinian sighed.

She glanced at Fang Liang, then turned away with disgust.

Everyone: "..." Although the bastard on the ground really deserved it, but Young Master, isn't your definition of yourself a little too deviated?

What happened next was not something a great saint like her could see. Shen Zhinian waved her hand helplessly and lifted Fang Liang's silence spell.

Fang Liang only felt his throat tighten, and before he could shout for help with joy, the next second his trouser leg was sucked into the big yellow dog's mouth again, and the one-meter distance he had just climbed out was returned to its original state.

He Qingyu: "It's better to let the ghost catcher make the decision on ghost matters, so as to make a quick decision."

Fang Wushuang was puzzled: "What does this mean?"

He Qingyu glanced at her and explained slowly: "What I mean is, let this person die outside the formation, catch a ghost messenger, and we can be on our way."

Shen Zhinian: "Dad, you can put it in a tactful way, it's a journey to the underworld to find someone."

God damn, let’s go.

But she understood what her father meant.

Logically speaking, Fang Liang's fate should have ended when the formation here was just formed. People who had died a long time ago but never came to hell to report would naturally attract the attention of the ghosts.

The ghost that He Qingyu just mentioned was probably Fang Wuxian, who had not been reincarnated for many years.

He Qingyu had no expression and showed no remorse: "...Oh." He will talk like this again next time.

This is the misleading charm of language.

"Wait...you mean...now?!" Fang Wushuang asked in a trembling voice, unable to believe, after finally understanding what the two meant.

His heart was beating so fast that his eardrums were beating. Fang Wushuang clenched his fists so tightly that even his knuckles turned white from the excessive force.

He Qingyu gave her a strange look: "Do you want tomorrow?"

He pondered for a second and said in a good-tempered manner: "It's not impossible."

Although Master He didn't understand why after years of expectations, people were still hesitant at the critical point, but he chose to respect the wishes of others.

"No, no, no! I, I just didn't expect it to be so simple... Thank you so much..." Fang Wushuang was so excited that she didn't know what to say, "Right now, right now!"

"Do you have any poison on you?" He Qingyu asked.

"some……"

The words spoken by this man in front of me, who looked like a banished immortal, were really hard to understand when I first heard them.

But after the wrong display in the previous second, Fang Wushuang learned his lesson this time and did not raise any doubts, but answered the jumping question honestly.

Moreover, he didn’t even express his true feelings this time, which clearly means what he says and what he thinks.

Sure enough, He Qingyu nodded in understanding, and the next second he pointed at Fang Liang who was being held by Aotian: "Find someone whose attack time is within ten minutes."

【Feed him.】