I have mine in my dream

Li Yu was a little at a loss: "The number is empty? How is this possible?"

He often called Wang Fugui several people, why has the number become empty now?

supernatural event?

Li Yu was stunned.

Just when Li Yu was wondering, Jiang Shan called again.

There was some mockery in her voice: "How is it? Do you want to understand?"

Li Yu said quietly: "I haven't figured it out yet."

Jiang Shan said: "I checked it for you. Their mobile phone uses software and a protective number for the purpose of protecting privacy."

Li Yu: "..."

He was a little helpless, he didn't know what privacy the three people had, so he needed to be so cautious.

Jiang Shan added: "As for their real numbers, I have found them too, but they are no longer in the service area and may have damaged the phone card. The place where they last appeared was near Wangzhuang."

"But I guess they have already left there. And when they left, they should have moved their phone a little bit."

Li Yu said, his heart became more worried.

Jiang Shan asked wonderingly: "Are they really your friends?"

Li Yu said helplessly: "Of course."

Jiang Shan smiled and said, "My friend, don't even know the real phone number?"

Li Yu felt that Jiang Shan's tone had some sarcasm.

He helplessly said: "You don't have to worry about this."

The two babbled for a while, and Li Yu hung up the phone.

Now Li Yu is standing on the street in Changshan City, a bit at a loss.

Several people cannot contact Wang Fugui, what should I do now?Where is the so-called association?Do you want Li Yu to participate in the competition?

But the point is, what will happen to the competition?What happened to Wang Fugui?

After they went after the woman who searched for the soul, there was no more news. Could it be that... was killed by that woman?

Wang Fugui won't be so incompetent?

For a while, Li Yu's mind was messed up.

Li Yu started walking aimlessly in the street, he wanted to find a few practitioners and inquire about the situation.

But this is difficult.

Practitioners nowadays are also dressed up like ordinary people. It is even more difficult to distinguish them by clothing.

Li Yu can only look for it by his temperament, and sometimes he has to observe to see if pedestrians on the road carry weapons.

Stopping like this, Li Yu walked to a park nearby.

There is an old man with a stall at the entrance of the park.

The old man smiled and looked at Li Yu: "Looking at your worried look, have you been upset? Come on, I'll give you some ideas, and I promise to make you happy."

Li Yu's eyes lit up when he heard this: Yes, I count it, don't I know everything?

But when he glanced at the old man's booth, he was a little discouraged again: Is this 80% a liar?

On the old man’s booth, there was not only the Eight Characters of Zhouyi, but also a Buddha statue. In addition, there was a stack of Tarot cards.

Who do you believe in?

The old man seemed to see Li Yu's hesitation. He smiled and said, "These are all pretenses and blindfolds. My true ability is not here."

Li Yu asked wonderingly: "Where is it?"

The old man took out a big jar full of fine sand.

He handed Li Yu a pen again, and said proudly, "Fu Ji."

Li Yu was taken aback for a moment.

The old man said: "There are many people in the world, and after death, they will turn into ghosts. Some ghosts are nostalgic, wandering, and like to tease people."

"And I can drive this kind of ghost to do things for the living. You can use the support to let those ghosts tell you what you want in your heart."

Li Yu said, nodded slowly.

The old man looked like a liar, but the theory was right.

Li Yu suspected that he was also a practitioner.

Recently, the association is going to compete in Changshan. There should be a lot of practitioners here. Perhaps this old man is one of them.

Li Yu held the pen in his hand.

The old man said to him: "If you want to think about what you want to ask in your heart, those lonely ghosts will feel it. I will help you hire a fairy."

Afterwards, the old man muttered to himself, chanting some incomprehensible spells.

Suddenly, Li Yu felt cold, as if the surrounding temperature had dropped several degrees.

Then Li Yu found that his hand was moving, shaking uncontrollably.

Immediately afterwards, the range of movements became larger and larger, and the pen continued to write in the sand.

These words are very scribble, it is difficult to tell whether they are words or not, but the old man seemed to be able to recognize them, and recorded them one by one on the paper beside them.

After a while, Li Yu's hand stopped, and the cold feeling disappeared.

The old man breathed a sigh of relief and said to Li Yu: "Congratulations, you have got your answer."

Li Yu took it over and saw that this was an address, specific to the address of the house number.

Li Yu: "..."

He looked at the old man with a little suspicion: "I heard that the result of helping Ji is usually a poem. Why are you... too specific?"

The old man laughed and said: "The result of the help depends on the mana of the person who helps him."

"If I don't have enough mana, I reluctantly invite gods, the gods and ghosts around will not only ignore me, they will even tease me."

"But now that my mana is strong enough, these gods and ghosts will be cautious. They will not only do things honestly, but will also say what they know."

The old man patted Li Yu on the shoulder: "It looks like you should go to this place."

Li Yu said, "Thank you very much."

The old man smiled slightly: "You're welcome, one hundred yuan."

Li Yu thought it was a bit expensive, but...anyway, you can earn points by spending money, forget it.

Li Yu paid the money and left. The old man stared at him for a long time, then shook his head slightly.

At this time, another old man came back from the public toilet, clutching his stomach. He stared at the old man in the stall and said, "What are you doing? Why are you sitting with me?"

It turns out that he is the real old fortune-teller.

The old man gave a dry laugh and quickly stood up: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm tired from walking, take a rest."

The old man who had just had a diarrhea coldly snorted: "Where is it good to rest? Rest here. I am a treasured place of geomantic omen. Are you so blessed? Sit back and sit here. You can't help yourself. It's going to be a serious illness."

The old man said humbly: "Yes, yes, thank you for your advice."

The fortune-telling old man looked at him up and down for a while: "Forget it, meeting is destiny. I think your Yintang will be black, and there will be blood and light disaster in the near future. Do you want me to give you a solution?"

The old man shook his head and coughed dryly: "It's not necessary..."

The fortune-telling old man stared, "What's the need?"

The fortune-telling old man took the dragon and the snake, and he has already painted a piece of Ping An Fu: "It's specially drawn for you. One hundred yuan. Bring it."

"Oh." The old man sat down obediently, feeling a little depressed: This hundred hasn't been warmed up yet, is it about to be handed over now?