Looking at the blood that filled his eyes and blocked all his sight,

Jing Chen was not too nervous. This was not the first time this happened.

In the past two months, especially in the last month, this has happened many times when I was focusing my attention and trying to peek into the future.

At first, Jing Chen thought it was a side effect of him using his ability to see the future too frequently and reaching the upper limit of using the ability within a period of time.

But later it was discovered that the appearance of this red light and bloody light was almost irregular, and had no correlation with the number of times he used his ability within a period of time.

Just sometimes, it appears suddenly.

After a pause, somewhat calmly,

Jing Chen slowly turned his head and looked around,

At this moment, the whole world was flooded with blood in his eyes,

It was like a viscous sea of ​​blood that flooded all the high-rise buildings and shops near and far.

Jing Chen could only vaguely see some outlines of the tall buildings in the distance in the blood light.

The nearby river water is also blood red, and its vague flowing outline is like blood mist floating in the blood.

After moving slightly, Jing Chen could even feel a trace of the viscosity that submerged the world's sea of ​​blood.

Jing Chen couldn't help but open his palms and feel the sticky sea of ​​blood.

It feels like reaching into someone's open chest, and the thick blood bursting from the heart wraps around the palm and flows past the palm.

It's like putting your hand into a stream, and the gurgling water caressing your palm, but the gurgling water is also sticky with blood.

Inexplicably, Jing Chen seemed to feel the surging vitality in this sea of ​​blood.

He didn't feel disgusted with the sticky sea of ​​blood in front of him, and even felt some affinity for it.

But he was somewhat resistant to the feeling of closeness he had, and frowned slightly.

This is like a person who has received a normal education and sees a mutilated corpse of a murdered person on the ground without realizing it.

But his knowledge told him that this kind of excitement and fanaticism was wrong, and he was suppressing and resisting his own excitement.

"……Grandmaster?"

Just when Jing Chen resisted and felt uncomfortable with his own feeling of closeness,

The blood in his eyes finally gradually faded away, and the nervous expression of Old Man Hong in front of the stall appeared in front of Jing Chen.

Old man Hong was sitting on a low stool, holding his knees with his hands, lowering his body forward and looking closely at Jing Chen. He was really nervous.

This capable young master looked at him without speaking for a long time, and then frowned.

He couldn't help but start to worry.

"It's okay. Just a moment."

Jing Chen paused and closed his open palm.

He looked at the nervous Old Man Hong again and focused his attention again.

Soon, this time, the sea of ​​blood did not appear again.

But a normal picture.

But looking at this scene, Jing Chen stopped moving again.

…

"Gululu..."

In the picture, there is a quiet kitchen.

The kitchen was lit with dim incandescent lamps, and porridge was being cooked in an aluminum pot on the gas stove.

The porridge was already boiling, bubbling, and the lid on the aluminum pot was kept open. The rice soup mixed with rice grains kept overflowing from the pot and poured onto the fire of the gas stove under the pot.

It made a sizzling sound, but no one paid attention.

The only person in the kitchen was lying on his back on the ground, and the spoon he was holding fell to the side.

The eyes were still open, but the pupils of the protruding eyeballs had completely dilated and lost their luster.

The back of his head, which was close to the wet ground, was dented, and blood was flowing continuously from the back of his head.

And as the blood gradually covered the ground, the blood on the face of the upturned person also gradually faded, turning pale.

"Dong...dong..."

Finally, the porridge was boiling on the stove and the lid of the pot was opened again.

The pot lid slid along the stove, fell to the ground, and hit the body on the ground next to the head.

The rice soup mixed with some rice grains gradually dripped down the stove and splashed on the corpse's hands.

The picture gradually began to disappear.

The corpse in the picture is exactly what the old fortune teller looks like.

…

"Master, what's wrong? When will I get rich?"

"I made a prediction yesterday and calculated that I will get rich this month. Ha..."

Mr. Hong, the fortune teller, spoke again, then looked at Jing Chen, frowned at him, smiled and couldn't stop laughing.

Looking at Jing Chen a little nervously and apprehensively,

"Grandmaster?"

"Um."

Jing Chen looked at the old man and frowned.

I'm already wondering if it will be bad for me to go out today.

I met three people who came to tell fortunes one after another, and ended up meeting three people who were about to die.

Is this normal?

Feeling the feeling of something in his closed right hand again, Jing Chen frowned even more.

"...What does your kitchen look like?"

"Ah? Just like normal."

"There's an old range hood and an aluminum pot you use to cook porridge?"

"Ah? Yes!"

Old Man Hong was stunned for a moment, then nodded excitedly and even enthusiastically.

"What do the tiles on the floor look like?"

Jing Chen asked again.

"ah?"

Old Man Hong was stunned again. He looked at his house every day, but when he suddenly asked what the tiles looked like, he really couldn't react.

"Yes...the kitchen is not tiled, just cement."

"Master, is there something wrong with my home's feng shui? Why don't you go take a look?"

Old Man Hong responded again and asked anxiously.

Jing Chen glanced at him,

"You live by yourself?"

"Yes, my wife died long ago, and my son and daughter-in-law are not here, so I live alone."

"Where to stay?"

"Although the location of Jinglin Community in Liu'an Lane, Beicheng is a bit remote, the environment is good. When you go out, you can see Beishan in Wang'an City. In the early years, my son asked me to buy a house, but I didn't even think about it.

move."

Old Man Hong was a little confused, but he still told Jing Chen truthfully.

"North Hill?"

"Huh? What's the matter, Master?"

Old Man Hong felt that something was wrong with the master's reaction, and he couldn't help but feel worried and nervous.

"...Don't go home these days. Pay attention to safety, find a place to live somewhere else, and stay for at least a month."

Jing Chen said another word to Old Man Hong, indicating that he could leave.

Old Man Hong sat on the stool and opened his mouth, but no words came out for a moment, he was a little stunned.

He understood what Jing Chen meant, and a really powerful gentleman suddenly said this to him...

His first reaction was not nervousness or fear, but confusion.
To be continued...