Chapter 559 Bloody Disaster
In the past, Wu Chong didn't understand why those great monks always liked to say this, but now it was him, and he suddenly felt that his words were so smooth!
He should be destined to me!
Thinking of this, his eyes lit up when he looked at several young people. Just when I wanted to test the power of the interlayer, they came to my door. Isn't this fate?
Several young people took a few steps back when he saw them.
This fortune-telling look makes people's hearts tremble.
"Bold, do you know who we are!?" The young man who was the first to scold Wu Chong couldn't help but bring up the background behind him in an attempt to scare this madman. It wasn't that he was cowardly, but that when he wanted to attack this fortune teller just now, he actually felt a sense of fear in his heart.
He himself didn't understand how this feeling came about. In short, it just felt a bit ridiculous.
Also, I'm afraid this liar really has some skills.
"Several donors, I see that you are not in good luck today. If you go out for a walk, you may suffer a bloody disaster!" Wu Chong smiled and twirled his beard, looking like an expert from this world.
It's just that he thinks he is superior.
In the eyes of several young people, this old guy looked quite evil at first sight, and his smile rivaled that of Butcher Li from the east end of the city.
They all carry an evil spirit.
"This is nonsense. Who dares to harm us in this Tucheng land?"
Ding Youcai grabbed several other companions and walked to the front to face this strange fortune teller and scolded him righteously and sternly.
"Seeing that you are so old and this is your first offense, I will let you go. If you dare to hang out in front of us next time, I will lock you up to see the official!"
A few people said some harsh words and walked around it.
I originally wanted to seek justice, but after talking to the other party for a few words, I inexplicably lost interest. On the contrary, the 'bloody disaster' has been lingering in their hearts, making them lose interest in going out for an outing.
"Blood disaster?"
Wu Chong stood there, watching the disappearing figures of a group of young people.
"How will it happen?"
For some reason, when he talked about the bloody disaster, the connection emanating from the interlayer aura became more intense. Combined with Wu Chong's 'Yuanfa' skill, the connections between several young people and him turned dark red. I don't know what it means.
For the next time, Wu Chong hid his figure.
He began to follow these young people, especially the young man named Ding Youcai who was speaking. The color of the thread on his head was the most conspicuous.
If there is a bloody disaster, this guy will definitely bear the brunt.
Because of Wu Chong's interruption, several young people did not go for an outing, but went to a theater instead.
When a few people came over, the theater had just finished setting up the stage.
Seeing the big client coming, the host of the theater was also very enthusiastic. After quickly tidying up the stage, the performance of the first play began. The servants in the garden also took the opportunity to serve good tea. The tea fee was their main income, and the drama was just a means to attract customers.
A few people sat on the deck chairs and chatted.
They talked about poems, songs and beauties, and then talked about family and country affairs.
Hearing this, Master Wu yawned profusely.
He couldn't appreciate opera performances to begin with, and the content of the chat was so boring, which made him even more sleepy. If the threads on these young people hadn't been broken, he would have gone home.
"Do you remember the fortune teller you met on the street before?"
After chatting for a while, Ding Youcai talked about the previous encounter on the street.
"Of course I remember."
Several others also responded.
Wu Chong left a very deep impression on them.
"That fortune teller is a bit evil. I originally wanted to take him to see an official." The young man who was the first to scold Wu Chong also spoke. This man is the young master of the Yan family in Tucheng. The family is the largest salt merchant in Tucheng. He is also the most violent person on weekdays. He is famous for not being able to tolerate sand in his eyes.
"But then for some reason, after seeing his eyes, I actually felt a sense of fear, and the idea of reporting to the officer suddenly disappeared."
Thinking of Wu Chong's eyes before, the young master of the Yan family said with lingering fear.
"Do you think this person is really capable?"
Ding Youcai couldn't help but said.
He said so much because he was worried about the 'bloody disaster'.
For people like them, when it comes to things like this kind of strange power and chaos, they usually have the attitude of 'I would rather believe that it exists than believe that it doesn't exist'. Now that Wu Chong said this, several people felt a little scared. . This is also the main reason why they go to the theater to listen to music.
"Brother Ding, why should we be afraid? With a few of us together, even if there is a real 'bloody disaster', we will give him a discount!"
Another young man drank some apricot wine and became bolder. When he heard what Ding Youcai said, he slammed the table and shouted loudly.
"that is!"
Others followed suit.
While this group of people were discussing enthusiastically how to deal with the 'bloody disaster', Wu Chong, who was sitting behind them and had distorted his own existence, suddenly raised his head.
He saw a slight change in the threads connecting him to these young people.
The red air lines seemed to come alive, and began to stir into ball-shaped line segments. Several of the spherical line segments surged and connected to the edge of the theater stage, the beams above the room, and some bottles and cans used for performances outside.
Fire oil!
Wu Chong's eyes narrowed, and he could clearly see the contents of the bottles with a glance. Normally, these things are delivered to the backyard. Because these young people came early today, the class leader temporarily placed them under the side stage. Normally, there would be no impact.
But
Wu Chong glanced at his feet, and saw the largest red spherical air ball rolling, as if cueing him to step on it.
This is something that normal people cannot see.
The power belonging to the interlayer is also a new ability that appears after the 10th level of Yuanfa.
"The source of the bloody disaster is actually me?!"
Master Wu was immediately happy.
After wandering around for a long time, I determined that the source of the bloody disaster turned out to be myself!
He glanced at the surging red airflow, and inside, he saw an obscure steel wire. If he steps down, the wire will instantly stir up the performance on the other side of the stage, causing a huge fire.
These young people will be injured by the fire, and two of them will even die here.
"This is nothing but a bad fate! It's not bad fate."
Master Wu was immediately dissatisfied with the result of Yuanfa. So he bypassed the red air mass, preparing not to touch this 'condition' to see if the result would change.
The moment Wu Chong raised his feet and moved away.
The surging red Qi lines really dimmed, and the silk threads originally connected to the bodies of several young people also dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Destiny can be changed!
Wu Chong got the result he wanted instantly.
"Haha, Brother Sun is right. How can a good man like me be fooled by a liar who pretends to be a ghost?"
Several young people drank some wine and gradually relaxed while talking.
Two of them couldn't help but mock Wu Chong's appearance as a fortune teller, saying that he was extremely vulgar and that he was not a good person at first glance.
"We still have to deal with the bloody disaster. It is not good to change our fate against the will of heaven."
After listening to what these people said, Master Wu walked to the corner and hid, picked up a black mask from the side and put it on his face, then rolled up his sleeves and walked towards the young man who smiled the most arrogantly.