MTL - I Wasn’t Born Lucky-Chapter 203

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When Xiao Li and Wen Wenwen and others parted ways, Wang Huai did not follow.

It is impossible for the reincarnates to take Xu Jiaheng to find a house, so he actively asked Ying to stay in the house to take care of Xu Jiaheng.

At that time, the little boy hesitated for a long time, and he was lying on the sofa, almost lost.

There was a problem with his mother. This was enough for him. He thought that he could find support, but even these outsiders died...

Does this mean that they have no ability to stop the ghost at all?

The corner of his eye drifted upstairs unconsciously. That was the place where Tsuruta died. Wang Huai was squatting inside, unwilling to let any corner look for anything.

Xu Jiaheng asked him, and Wang Huai’s explanation was “I want to find clues to see if he killed Hetian”. He looked at the other party’s search action, feeling a little strange, and looked at the seeping corpse on the bed. Hidden back to the living room.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, if you just believe these people so rashly, is it also a bit too rash?

Xu Jiaheng bit her finger, bit the dead skin off, picked up the phone, started contacting her neighbor and the same table, decided to tell her what happened recently and listen to her thoughts.

He typed and felt that all the breakfast he had eaten when he couldn't eat in the morning had been digested. A burst of stomach cramps surged towards him, and he quickly took the phone to the toilet.

After Xu Jiaheng went to the pit, Wang Huai walked down the stairs. He flipped up the sofa first, then touched the furniture in front of him inch by inch, and finally stopped near the TV.

He touched a protruding object, and with a little force, he removed it from the cabinet and put it in his pocket.

Immediately Wang Huai went back upstairs, he adjusted his suit, took his task book from He Tian, ​​and put the prop on it.

Unlike Sherlock, who doesn't like to use props, Wang Huai is very familiar with props in the mall. He guessed that Hetian might have used some kind of props, which caused the dead end to be triggered in advance, so he always took the opportunity to look for such things.

As soon as he saw the camera, he knew what it was doing.

After the scrapped task book came into contact with the camera, a screen appeared. Wang Huai stared at the screen for a while, then closed the task book heavily.

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Xiao Li on the other side said a whole paragraph in one breath, and intimately gave the Xu mother in front of him a period of time to think about the story he told.

In fact, he didn't talk about it to Xu's mother in front of him, but more talk about it to the "ghost behind the scenes."

Unfortunately, he did not see each other in sight.

Xiao Li tried to intensify his efforts to taunt: "I suggest you update your lexicon or retake the Chinese language course."

The mother Xu on the opposite side seemed to be stunned. She couldn't believe that she stood in place like her ears, and when she took a closer look, her eyes had a tendency to cross-eyed.

After a long time, she managed to find her voice: "I don't understand what you are talking about."

Xiao Li: "...All right, then I won't bother."

Xiao Li waited for a while. He didn't wait for the black figure to appear. Looking at the Xu mother in front of him, there was no secret to squeeze out. He looked at the windows of the neighbors on both sides, raised his hand and made a "goodbye" gesture.

...Looks like a polite guest.

Although this guest almost gave the hostess a meal.

He walked easily. Although Xu's mother looked angry, she didn't mean to catch up to intercept Xiao Li.

She just stood in place, looking at the boy's back with the two faces protruding from the neighbor's window.

****

Xiao Li walked in the town without a destination. He would take which way he saw.

He integrated the clues so far in his mind, wrapped his fingers around the doll's hair, walking and stopping along the road.

Frankly speaking, if you don't regard this as a copy world, this exotic town is still a tourist attraction worth visiting.

European-style brick buildings stand next to each other in the gray fog, with a misty and rainy temperament.

It would be better if there weren't the weird eyes of the shopkeepers along the road looking at the strangers.

Xiao Li contentedly continued forward in those gazes until he turned into a small road.

It was a narrow street compared to other roads, and most of the merchants along the way locked their doors, and only a small shop at the bottom of the alley was lit.

The door of this store is ajar, and there is a feather curtain hanging on the door. The feathers and beads are worn together, and they are blown by the wind from time to time and beaten alternately.

When Xiao Li got closer, he realized that the light was actually a candlelight at the door. The candle had already burned for a half, and the wax dripped down the body of the candle and condensed into lumps.

Close to the door curtain, there is a black table with a cloth covering something in the middle.

There was a woman sitting behind the table. Her hair was decorated with small white flowers, woven with her hair, covered with a layer of black gauze. Her face was as white as jade, but her fingers were covered with old wrinkles, which looked like eight. Old teenage woman.

She looked at Xiao Li from a distance through the curtain: "Outsiders, come in, meeting is fate, I can fortune what you want for you."

Xiao Li: "What is fortune-telling?"

He looked back indifferently, and saw that the road from which he came first had disappeared, replaced by a wall that blocked the escape route.

The fortuneteller tore off the black cloth on the table, revealing a crystal ball.

This crystal ball is round and shiny, reflecting her beautiful face.

"Everything." The fortuneteller put his hands on the crystal ball, "Your fortune, love and future."

Xiao Li pointed to the path: "I take the liberty to ask, if I don't agree, will I not be able to get out?"

The fortuneteller covered his lips with his fingertips and laughed, "What do you mean?"

Xiao Li: "..."

The one who wanted to fortune telling for him-or predicted that it was cold.

The fortuneteller looked at him greedily, not like a human being, like a walking **** food.

Since he couldn't leave, Xiao Li simply walked in, pulled the chair away, and sat opposite the fortuneteller.

Almost when Xiao Li was seated, the fortune-teller couldn't wait to lean forward, licking his lips back and forth with the tip of his tongue like a snake's letter when speaking: "Naturally, the fortune-telling will not be free. I need to charge something."

"what?"

"Your youth." The fortuneteller's eyes became more sticky, "Your face, your flesh."

Xiao Li: "This is why your face can maintain youth?"

I didn't feel it from a long distance before, but now I look closer. The fortune-teller with a face like an eighteen-year-old girl is covered with wrinkles and spots from the neck down, unlike the skin on the face.

After being so unrelentingly unmasking the mask, the fortuneteller glared at him, and he couldn't wait to sit back to his original position, his palm was about to touch the crystal ball in front of him: "Go ahead?"

"Wait a minute." Xiao Li took out a small yellow book, spread it on the table, and said casually, "I forgot to introduce myself. I am also an amateur fortuneteller."

Fortuneteller:? ? ?

Peer? !

Xiao Li: "I, um, reluctantly rely on a divination tool for divination, but I prefer to call it a prophecy."

The fortuneteller reduced her original look, and she looked at Xiao Li carefully: "Props?"

Xiao Li: "Yes, so I want to make a deal with you."

Without giving the fortuneteller a chance to interrupt, Xiao Li continued: "Why don't we do divination with each other. If who predicts is more accurate, you can take away my youth if you win. You need to give me a clue if I win."

He still looks like a teenager. His dark hair has grown a bit and hasn't been cut, just scattered between his eyebrows. However, because he has too many ghosts on his body, he has a sense of distance in the eyes of ordinary people. The illusion of a person clearly reflected in his eyes, but not in his eyes.

Such a person claims to be a fortuneteller, and there is still some credibility to say it.

The fortuneteller hesitated for a moment, but the attractiveness of living flesh and blood was so strong that she couldn't help licking her mouth: "...Yes, you come first."

She decides the next step at her discretion.

"Okay." Xiao Li didn't shirk, he picked up the pen and wrote a line on the yellow notebook.

The next moment, behind him, in this room, a coffin suddenly appeared.

A slit was opened in the front of the coffin. From the perspective of the fortuneteller, it was vaguely visible that there was an old man lying inside, with a mirror in his arms.

This is the coffin of Uropoulos, whose name was engraved by Xiao Li, and it has since been forcibly connected.

Xiao Li walked over and tapped the coffin board with his knuckles: "Thank you, please borrow the mirror."

The Mirror of Prophecy, no matter how you think, is no worse than a random fortune-teller in the copy.

The coffin ghost originally was staying in its own world, lying comfortably in the coffin, waiting for the next unlucky ghost to arrive, but Xiao Li's knock directly knocked its three souls out of sight.

This voice... so familiar? !

When Xiao Li said the second word, the coffin ghost opened his eyes.

When he said the whole sentence, the coffin ghost sat up like a ghost, tightly holding the mirror of Uropoulos in his arms, and shook his head.

If Ye Zeqing is there, you can read an emotion: [You are dreaming, God knows if you want to come back? 】

Xiao Li didn't want to arrive and didn't insist. He turned around and pointed to the fortuneteller and said, "Then come and make a prediction for her. What do you want to predict?"

Looking at the coffin and the old man in it, the fortune-teller felt a sense of misfortune in his heart.

This mirror and coffin have even detached themselves from ghosts, with the smell of some gods, this is a divine tool.

The coffin ghost looked in the direction that Xiao Li pointed, and looked at the crystal ball in front of the fortuneteller. It could sense the ghostly energy and power of the other party. As the custodian of the artifact, its intelligence was extremely high. Want to understand the current development situation.

The old man pushed the coffin board in front of him, glanced at Xiao Li, his expression was solemn, and he brushed his hand on the mirror.

I saw the mirror in its hand shimmering, and two big characters were formed on it:

[Run away! ! ! 】

For fear that this kind of fortune-teller would not understand it, there were three exclamation marks in it.

——This is the greatest tenderness it gives to the younger generation. It has tried its best.

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@Talk to Sherlock BOT.

Is this Sherlock? He didn't say he was Sherlock! He didn't say! He called himself an amateur fortuneteller, when did Sherlock become a fortuneteller!

A cell phone snatched from a passerby from an angry fortune-teller.

Comment: [Today's headlines, Sherlock has joined the divination industry, and other industries are cheering! 】

[Shocked, in order to prevent Sherlock from being caught in the fortune-telling world, an old man actually did such a thing! ! 】

[Good kind old man, tears in tears]

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