Crossing fortune telling: Mental illnesses running in both directions

The air fell into deathly silence.

Now those who were showing off the sunflower seeds no longer felt proud, and those who were drinking tea felt that the air was filled with an indescribable smell.

Even the "crunching" sound of peeling melon seeds stopped.

This interesting conversation seemed to make Song Yun's already marginal image gradually move towards being vulgar and sloppy.

Shen Zhinian slowly raised his hand and cast several barriers on Song Yun in the middle to block the air transmission.

“Is there an air purifier?”

Fu Guanci shook his head: "The conditions do not allow it. This is ancient times."

Song Yun was furious: "You, you guys!!!"

After hearing this for a long time without any clarification, He Qingyu finally shifted his attention to the man named Song who was left alone standing in an open space after the puppets dispersed.

When enemies meet, their eyes are filled with jealousy. This was a one-sided stare-down between Song Yun and the others after a hundred years.

However, at this moment, his original body had already turned into a pool of dirty water, and what appeared in front of everyone now was just Su Yinchen's skin.

Knowing that he would not survive the day, Song Yun stopped struggling in vain.

Time passed by little by little. Not to mention escaping, the body that had not been able to replenish energy for a long time could hardly even stand.

After years of planning, he never imagined that just because Fu Xiuyuan was no longer useful and no longer paid attention to him, the manpower that served as reserve nutrients here would all be replaced by dead things overnight.

The system made a sharp explosion in his mind. There was no trace of the pride he once had as a senior who had rebelled against the system. He questioned over and over again why these people had no vitality.

He even tried to devour Song Yun's soul, but of course, he failed because he didn't have enough strength, and Song Yun himself was completely unaware of it.

He simply obeyed his body, and the strength he had been holding on to weakened, and he fell to the ground.

Looking at the man sitting in front of him, he said sarcastically: "So what if you are the number one in the world of immortal cultivation? In the end, you still become a running dog of heaven. He Qingyu, you are nothing more than that."

He Qingyu glanced at him from head to toe, then asked in confusion: "Who are you?"

Pretending to know him, Master He hated strangers who tried to get close to him the most.

Song Yun naturally didn't believe it. The person he had hated for hundreds of years didn't even recognize him in the end.

He pretended not to hear and continued, "Are you going to make a deal with the Heavenly Dao, asking them to spare your life when the Immortal Cultivation World falls?"

"After all, what's the difference between you and me? Oh... No, at least we relied on our own abilities to improve our strength and survive until now."

"And what about you? You knew that there was such a disaster in the world of immortal cultivation, but you still kept silent, allowing your entire family to ascend and perish! In the dead of night, when you closed your eyes, wouldn't you be afraid of being killed by innocent people who didn't get the warning?"

"Hypocrite, what a villain!"

"Your disciples will definitely not know your past. They pretend to be calm and composed..."

Before he could finish his words, a surprised voice came, interrupting Song Yun's performance.

Duan Tinghan: "Wow~ So stealing, robbing, and framing others, and relying on the stolen energy from the betrayal system to seize other people's luck, can be forcibly classified into one's own strength category. I've learned something."

Fu Guanci frowned slightly, feeling distressed: "I know you are studious, but it is better to cover your ears to such rubbish, it is dirty."

Duan Tinghan immediately admitted his mistake: "I see, thank goodness my senior brother reminded me."

Without waiting for Song Yun's brainwashing words to be interrupted and his face suddenly changed, Shen Zhinian, who had lost the desire to eat melon seeds, slowly stood up. She smiled slightly, and her black cat eyes curved into a beautiful arc, just like the bright spring flowers.

As soon as Fu Guanci saw her smiling face, he instantly realized who would be unlucky next. He waved his sleeves knowingly and cleared the objects on the table.

Song Yun: “???”

The next second, with a "bang", the solid wooden table was kicked by a beautiful girl like a free wind, and flew straight towards a figure sitting on the ground.

The collision of the two made a dull loud noise, which was a tremor from the soul!

Everyone's gaze moved uncontrollably towards the freely flying wooden table.

At this moment, it is in close contact with its new companion whose lower legs are folded and upper body is pressed against the ground. It seems that all its internal organs are undergoing an extreme and inhuman compression.

As for this new companion of the solid wood table... his neck tilted and he fell silent.

Several people: “…” Senior sister, your legs are so strong!

Shen Zhinian showed compassion on his face and spoke softly, "Typical self-glorification. You are talking so much when you are about to die. It is obvious that you have other purposes. You are either holding back to buy time, or you are deliberately angering him and waiting for him to make a move."

But she didn't do anything, she just moved her feet, eh, just playing~

Fu Guanci smiled: "It is a great kindness to fulfill the last wish of others before they die!"

Duan Tinghan: “…” What a good thing!

Fang Wushuang nodded, first approving of Senior Sister's Divine Kick, and then said, "He just wanted to irritate Master and make Master do it himself, so that he could use his final trick."

"There is no way to survive, so I will die together with Master."

"But before the soul could explode, the body was exploded by my sister first."

Duan Tinghan: "Then he should really thank the senior sister for allowing him to keep his body intact." That was a great kindness indeed.

Song Yun died just like that...leaving only 0052, who was ready to self-destruct at any time, still trapped in the dead sea of ​​consciousness.

As for their original target, Master He.

Master He couldn't remember anything until the other party died.

He stood up and said calmly, "Is it done? It's done. Guan Ci will go and collect it from the rebellious system."

Fu Guanci: "..." Can he refuse? Just... that... will it be dirty or something.

The answer is no, so Fu Guanci could only accept his fate and compress and recycle the struggling 0052 on the spot.

Before the group left, they took a look at the body that was no longer occupied by Song Yun. Duan Tinghan paused and asked, "I remember that Su Yinchen has a resurrection armor?"

I heard that it's a bad ending story, and the male protagonist is holding a script of rebirth and revenge.

"It seems so." Fang Wushuang shrugged, "But it doesn't matter. Senior brother has handed over the affairs of mortals to Emperor Wanjin."

Duan Tinghan said "oh" and stopped caring about it.

But he was still curious: "Speaking of which, there is no evidence. We still don't know why Song Yun hates Master so much."

Fang Wushuang pursed her lips, seeming to want to say something but stopped herself.

Duan Tinghan understood, she must have heard what the other person was thinking.

I couldn't help but widen my eyes, wishing I could carve the words "Speak quickly" on my face.

Shen Zhinian and the others who were walking in front also turned around, obviously equally curious.

Fang Wushuang said helplessly: "I did hear it..."

She looked at her master and tried to hold back her laughter.

"Just... I wonder if Master remembers that when he passed by a certain place, he would randomly attack someone who was going through a tribulation with a sword?"

"When Song Yun was crossing the critical moment of the thunder tribulation, the sky was covered with dark clouds and lightning was heading straight for his head. Who would have thought that the first thing that came was not the thunder tribulation, but that he was stabbed by a flying... uh, Master, who was riding a magic weapon."

Without even looking at him, he was poked and thrown from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the valley with such a smooth motion.

However, the thunder from the sky does not care whether you are seriously injured or half dead, the thunder and lightning will come without any less.

If he hadn't been protected by the rebellion system, he would have died in the thunder disaster at that time.

Even though he was not dead, Song Yun's body had been chopped into charred pieces, which were trembling together and would fall apart at the slightest movement.

His Dantian was destroyed, and he completely became a mortal.

Not to mention practicing, he could only stay in the dark for a long time, recuperating from his injuries.

This also led to the reason why he was not among the fallen immortals. If you are no longer an immortal, don't dream of ascending to heaven.

After listening to Fang Wushuang's explanation, He Qingyu understood: "Master has done this many times, who knows which one he is among them."

Listen to this voice, quite proud.

At that time, the world of immortal cultivation was full of weirdness. The chosen ones were replaced by others one by one, and He Qingyu sensed something was wrong with these people who replaced the sons of destiny.

Otherwise, it could be said that there were people who could rely on their intuition to avoid ascending and turning into nutrients.

Whenever He Qingyu encountered a cultivator like these people who gave off an inexplicable uncomfortable feeling, he would kill him if he could.

If you can't kill it directly, use some effort to kill it.

Song Yun was one of those who were killed directly, but he did not die. This was indeed the biggest mistake Master He made in his life.

However, he was in an important position and had too many things to do. In addition, there were many forces behind those who replaced the Son of Destiny. He Qingyu was unable to eliminate these hidden dangers before discovering the consciousness of Heaven.

And the disciples knew everything that happened afterwards.

Master He, who was only eighty years old, failed to gain the trust of the immortal cultivators, and even after he leaked the news, he still failed to stop them from ascending.

The world of immortal cultivation is gone...that's why they exist.

Now, this small world no longer has any hidden dangers. Perhaps before long, all things will revive, the spiritual energy of the world will gather, and the former world of immortal cultivation will return.

Duan Tinghan: "Great, it's time to call it a day. Let's go to a restaurant!"

Shen Zhinian knocked him: "What are you thinking about? Have you forgotten that you still have to send Fu Huairen back? If you exceed the time limit, the King of Hell will cry."

"So the King of Hell is so poor." Recalling the desolate area he saw in the underworld, Fang Wushuang looked thoughtful.

Duan Tinghan shook his index finger: "It has nothing to do with being rich or poor. Not everyone can call me Second Brother." Spend your own money and make them happy.

Fu Guanci smiled: "It sounds like you're being taken advantage of. Are you looking for trouble?"

Duan Tinghan: “…”

He immediately backed off: "How can that be possible? I mean, Senior Brother, you love Senior Sister deeply, and we are all benefiting from Senior Sister."

"Hahahahaha..."

He Qingyu smiled silently: "Let's go."

Raising such a group of children seemed to be the best decision he had made in his long career.