The first top lady

"...Can I..." Tang Zhu felt that his request was a bit absurd. He hesitated for a moment, but continued to ask: "Calculate for me...my son...ah, forget it..."

It seems really absurd to use only three copper coins to judge a person's life or death.

Tang Zhu smiled bitterly and said, "Forget it."

Song Yice was full of confidence. "Master's wife, fortune-telling is not superstition. The principles of mountain medicine and fortune-telling are the same. If you believe in Chinese medicine, you should also believe in divination. Let me tell you a fortune..."

Tang Zhu seemed to be somewhat convinced and looked at Song Yice who was staring at the hexagram on the ground in a trance.

She suddenly thought of Song Yixuan. She rarely heard Song Yixuan talk about his family situation, and she had never heard of Song Yice.

But now it seems that he is being well taken care of by Song Yizhen.

"Strange..." Song Yice rubbed his chin with his fingers and said to himself, "It seems like I should leave, but... I am still inside the hexagram... I feel like I am wandering on the edge of the hexagram... Well, someone must have pulled me back."

He was full of doubts.

That's not right. The life span recorded in the Book of Life and Death should have ended. Could it be that the Monkey King has modified the King of Hell's Book of Life and Death?

Who saved him?

This person is absolutely extremely capable!

Now is not the time to find out who saved Wei Tingchou, as long as Wei Tingchou is still alive, it will be enough.

Song Yice snapped his fingers and turned to look at Tang Zhu, "Master's Wife, it's good, he's still alive."

Tang Zhu was surprised and asked, "Really?"

Then his worry turned into joy and he cried with joy.

She didn't believe in fortune-telling, but she felt like she believed in it now.

"Judging from the hexagram, his injuries are quite serious." Song Yice originally wanted to say that he might have died once, but it was all in the past anyway, and saying it would only increase Tang Zhu's worry and sadness, so he just said it vaguely.

"Ah." Tang Zhu responded, as if he was sighing, his face didn't look very good.

She could definitely guess the result because Kou Shan had just said it in great detail.

As a mother, how could she bear to see her son being tortured by the enemy?

"The good news is that he is no longer in danger of death." Song Yi said, "and he is in a very safe place."

"Is everything really okay?" Tang Zhu wiped her tears, and another wave of tears came out. She didn't know whether she was too sad or too happy.

"The injury has healed more than half." Song Yice said ashamedly: "It's just that I can't figure out where he is for the time being."

Tang Zhu sniffed and said, "It's okay, as long as he is safe, it's okay, it's okay..."

She hadn't seen Wei Tingchou for five years. Not only had she not seen him, she hadn't even had any news about him.

She was afraid that when they met again, she would see a cold corpse like Wei Yilin's.

Or, there is not even a corpse.

Even now, I can't help missing you.

Compared to death, she no longer dared to hope for a meeting. Knowing that Wei Tingchou was still alive was enough.

"What are you talking about? What's making such a big noise." The man with tattoos walked in carrying a bucket of instant noodles, slurping them.

Song Yice tossed the three copper coins in his hand one by one, and said to himself, "I'm telling fortunes. Can I tell you one?"

"What a shitty life!" the tattooed man said rudely, "I only believe that my life should be in my own hands, but your lives are also in my hands."

Song Yice took back the coins he was playing with, and then threw them into the air together, saying to himself: "You became an orphan at the age of eight, followed an older brother at the age of twelve, and had a girlfriend at the age of fifteen, but..."

The man with tattoos was stunned when he stuffed a big mouthful of instant noodles into his mouth. He was in no mood to chew and spit it back into the instant noodles bucket with a "Puh" sound. He asked anxiously, "But what?"

This kid, who hasn't even grown all his hair yet, actually got it right.

Is he really a half-immortal?

"But," Song Yice said playfully, "she must have looked down on you and dumped you within two years. I calculated it, right?"

"Yes!" The man with the tattooed arms laughed, "And then? They all know what you just said. It's not a secret."

"Okay then." Song Yice lowered his head, slowly picked up the copper coins on the ground, sighed casually, and said, "I was thinking that you would be able to see her soon."

He said it on purpose for the man with tattooed arms to hear.

Sure enough, the man with tattoos squatted in front of Song Yice upon hearing this, and asked impatiently, "Are you serious? Can I meet her again? When? Where? Where is she now?"

Not to mention, this guy is a lovesick person.

Song Yice sat cross-legged on the ground, his hands in the kangaroo pockets of his T-shirt. "You have too many questions. I don't know which one to answer."

The man with the tattooed arms ordered, "Tell me where she is right now."

Song Yice still had his hands buried in his pockets, not wanting to tell fortunes at all. He shook his head and said, "It probably won't work."

"Why?" The man with tattoos stood up and looked down at him.

Song Yishen said, "Because I can only tell fortunes three times a day, and today I have told fortunes four times. No, no, if I tell fortunes again, I really won't live to be a hundred years old."

The man with tattooed arms bent over, put his face close to Song Yice, and said fiercely, "Are you kidding me?"

He raised his fist to hit Song Yice.

Seeing this, Song Yice immediately said, "But I can tell you the time!"

The fist of the man with tattoos was only 0.1 millimeter away from Song Yice's head.

It just rubbed his hair.

Song Yice raised his hand and pushed away the fist of the man with open arms, laughing and saying, "I'll tell you when you can see her, okay?"

"Are you kidding me?" The tattooed man raised his fist and threatened, "You said we'd meet in fifty years, so I'll wait for fifty years?"

"Hey! How is that possible?" Song Yice gently pressed down the tattooed man's fist and thought: Fifty years? You won't live to that age.

"If you can't give me a satisfactory answer, I'll just kill you!" The man with tattoos pulled out an assembled pistol from his back and pointed the muzzle at Song Yice's brow.

"No, no, no," Song Yice raised his hands and pretended to surrender, "You will see him tonight, very soon, very soon."

"Really?" The man with tattoos couldn't suppress his laughter. He put away his gun and covered his mouth with his hands while laughing out loud.

Song Yice moved aside. Why did he feel that this man's smile was so crazy?

"If I can really see my Xiaofang later, I will definitely beg Brother Shan to leave your body intact." The man with tattooed arms spat into his palm, wiped his hair twice, and walked away happily.

"Yue!" Song Yice made a disgusted expression, turned his head and raised a sunny smile, looked at Tang Zhu, and said seriously: "Master's wife, I think they all have guns in their hands. It's risky to rush out rashly. Besides, we don't know the situation outside now."

Tang Zhu hurriedly stopped him and said, "Don't take the risk! Since Yi Xian is not here, I have to ensure your safety."

"Master's wife, don't worry. I told you that we will be fine." Song Yi said, "It's just that this place is too small. I can't use my full power."

Tang Zhu suddenly felt anxious when she saw Song Yice like this. She originally thought that it was a good thing that Song Yice didn't take the kidnappers to heart, so it wouldn't leave any psychological shadow. But now she suddenly realized that Song Yice might go and fight with those kidnappers, so she became worried again.

"They are outnumbered. We can't fight them head-on." She tried to persuade him earnestly.

Song Yice said, "It would be better if they all come, so I can catch them all in one fell swoop."

Seeing that Song Yice was still smiling at this critical moment, Tang Zhu couldn't help but slap him on the arm, "Be obedient!"

"Master's wife..." Song Yice rubbed his elbow, which didn't hurt at all, and said aggrievedly, "I can beat them."

Tang Zhu lowered his voice and couldn't help but shout, "How are we going to fight? You are alone, and there are more than a dozen of them, with knives and guns in their hands. You will be killed if you go up."

"I have a secret weapon." Song Yice reached into his kangaroo pocket and touched his silver needle bag.

After a while, they were each given an injection and fell to the ground.

"That's not OK!"

No matter what tricks you have, they are useless in front of a gun, right?

"Then we can only wait for my sister to come and rescue us." Song Yice's original intention was not to trouble Song Yixuan.

If he hadn't insisted on coming out to play, he wouldn't have been tied here to threaten Song Yixuan.

Thinking about it, I felt guilty.

Tang Zhu couldn't make up his mind for a moment.

If she was the only one tied up, she would rather kill herself than let Song Yixuan come to this dangerous place.

But now, Song Yice is by her side.

Nothing must happen to Song Yice.