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Chapter 231 Aren't you a prophet in Changsheng Building?(2/2)

"Da, da..."

The third step approached the counter.

The next second, a pale and green hand, smeared with scarlet kodan, slowly stretched out from the darkness and placed something on the counter.

After the copper bell rang briefly, the glass door was closed again, blocking out the sinister wind carrying the rotten smell.

The expanded wick slowly returned to its original shape, suppressed by the darkness to extremely low visibility, and gradually recovered, illuminating the huge store.

The scene, which was already extremely weird, became even more eerie and ominous after the customers left.

The third Hades coin left on the counter was a strange scarlet color with a pale death hole printed on it, making it particularly dazzling.

"..."

Unexpectedly, on the third level of difficulty, there would be three cards in a row.

Now, even Orange Candy, who has always been calm, has a serious expression on his face.

"Look, Captain, it worked!" Wu Ya's slightly surprised voice sounded from the side. Orange Tang followed his fingers and saw that the snow-white glutinous rice flour on the ground seemed to be corroded, leaving a series of dark footprints, towards

The store extends deep into the store.

However, as time goes by, the glutinous rice flour seems to be slowly becoming lighter and disappearing like an illusion.

"It should only last for 30 seconds at most, hurry! I need to locate the customer before it disappears."

Wu Ya said anxiously.

The team members nodded one after another and immediately separated to take action.

Orange Tang was halfway through his pace when he suddenly thought of something. He turned his head and looked at Mu Sen who had said nothing from beginning to end:

"Hey, speaking of which, what's the result of the divination?"

"..."

Musen didn't answer. He just sat there with his legs crossed, his face pale, staring at the scattered wooden signs in front of him, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

exist……

These nine cards, without exception, point to the worst outcome.

If it is a normal dead end, forcefully breaking the card holes will reverse the death situation.

However, when they met, it was a double-death situation, exactly the same as the result he had just divined for Dark Fire.

Faced with such a terrifying situation, if the people in the game want to reverse their fortunes and forcibly change their fate, in addition to the holes of the cards, they need to break two more cards.

You know, the accuracy of divination is not that simple to define. Every time a card is missing, his perception of future destiny will drop significantly.

Below six, the entire deck will be completely scrapped.

Musen gritted his teeth, his eyes were trembling slightly, his back was soaked with cold sweat, and his breathing was rapid and disordered.

He will never accept this!!

Suddenly, a slender and gentle voice sounded from the side.

"Why, don't you like the result too much?"

"?!"

Musen was startled, subconsciously raised his head and looked in the direction where the sound came from.

I don’t know since when, the “prophet” who had been unconscious all this time actually opened his eyes.

Wen Jianyan leaned against the counter and sat on the ground with a relaxed posture. His fair side face was illuminated by the oil lamp and smeared with a light golden color. He raised his eyes with a harmless smile on his lips.

Asked eloquently:

"Not a prophet?"
Chapter completed!
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