The little Taoist priest looked at Zhuge Ye, then asked about his birthday, hobbies, and the color of his underwear. Then he took out the tortoise divination, shook out a few copper plates, and finally counted for a long time with his fingers.

After a long time, the little Taoist finally spoke: "This fortune... is a sign of great evil, a bloody disaster."

"Bah, bah, bah!" Zhuge Ye spat wildly: "That's not true at all! Jiang Gou, let's go!"

"Don't worry, I haven't calculated it yet." Jiang Che said.

Zhuge Ye sat aside angrily.

After a long while, the little Taoist priest shook his head and sighed: "You, prepare your funeral arrangements in advance..."

Jiang Che's mouth twitched: "If you can speak, just say more."

The little Taoist smiled and said: "The secret cannot be revealed, but I can give you two a few words."

Jiang Che: "What?"

The little Taoist priest said: "I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross the Yangtze River."

Jiang Che: "What about the second sentence?"
Chapter completed!