The Demon in Her Womb

It was three days after I got better, but no one answered when I called Xiaowei, and later, the phone that called Xiaowei even turned off.

Only then did I realize the seriousness of the problem, Xiao Wei was missing.

After I greeted Hou Kangping, I went through the discharge procedures and prepared to go to the dojo.

When I first came out of the hospital, I happened to see a man standing on the side of the road with a pair of fortune teller pendants.

When I was in the dojo, the Daoist was taken aback when he heard the eight characters of my birthday. There must be something tricky in it. Since there is such a person in front of me, it's better to have a blind cat and a dead mouse.

The fortune teller was wearing round sunglasses, and there were some bronzes on the table, nothing that looked flashy.

The signboard also only wrote two big characters for fortune telling, but it didn't write anything like Ban Xian'er.

Sitting across from the entrance of the hospital made me a little curious. Many people watched around the fortune teller, but according to current technology, most people don't believe that this fortune telling is true.

So many people come here to watch the fortune tellers in front, and most of them come to watch the excitement.

I pushed the person in front of me "please let me."

Before I spoke, the fortune-teller asked me "Are you here to tell the fortune?"

I was stunned for a while. I didn't get back to my senses for a long time. I said that I was a god, so I asked the fortune teller "How do you know? Did you figure it out?"

At this time, a person next to him suddenly clutched his stomach and laughed, "Are you stupid? There are so many people around here and you just squeeze forward by yourself. You are not here to tell the fortune, are you here to smash the scene?"

Passersby burst into laughter as soon as the man finished speaking.

However, at this time, I didn’t have the mind to care about these things with him. I did the wrong thing and sat in front of the fortune teller. "Sir, I was born at 12 o'clock on December 12, 1995. My name is..."

Before I finished speaking, the fortune teller waved his hand at me: "You don't need to say your name. Is your birthday really on this day?"

I nodded. "Yes, but I wonder what day is this?"

As if he hadn't heard me speak, the fortune teller took out a broken bowl and put a few coins into the bowl.

The bowl was terribly black, and the oil in it had accumulated a thick layer.

The nails of the fortune teller are all black.

Many people laughed at the side, "Sir, since you are so good at fortune-telling, why didn't you tell yourself a fortune-telling? If you are so embarrassed, have you suffered retribution?"

The fortune-teller didn’t say anything. He took my hand and pulled a dagger from my body, and pulled it vigorously on my fingertips. After a while, a tingling pain came from my fingertips. .

I originally wanted to withdraw my hand, but the fortune-teller’s hand was like a pliers. It fixed me firmly. "You just said that your birthday was at 12 o'clock on December 12, 1995. Then follow the fortune telling As far as the Guaxiang is concerned, the day of your birth is the day of full yin, do you know this?"

I shook my head, not understanding what the fortune teller's full yin meant.

He still raised his head and glanced at me, then covered the bottom of the bowl with one hand and shook the bowl vigorously with the other.

The copper coin rattled in the bowl for a long time before he let go and put the coin in the bowl.

"Sir, let me ask you one more question."

I looked at the fortune teller suspiciously, "Please tell me if you have any questions."

He nodded at me, "How much capacity do you have in your heart?"

I don't know why he asked me these irrelevant things, but I told him the truth.

The fortune-teller said again, "I'm not a good one. Since you have told me that you can bear it, let's see how your hexagram is."

As he spoke, he took away the holding bowl, and the three copper coins inside were all split in half.

Although I don’t understand hexagrams, all the copper coins are shattered. This is definitely not a good thing. Sure enough, the fortune teller shook his head at me. "Sir, I can’t solve your situation here. You should go to an expert. ."

I was stunned for a moment, "What do you mean by this?"

He raised his hand and pinched the three copper coins on the table in his hand, and squeezed it vigorously in front of me. The three coins instantly turned into powder. "You have also seen that, although I am considered bad and not lucky, no one has ever been able to smash all three bronze coins. No one can calculate your fate. I am just a fortune teller. You are so bad. Fate, I can't count it and I can't help you, please be smart."

The people standing aside watching the excitement also looked at me with shock.

I was originally a believer. Now that I told this fortune teller, my heart sank to the bottom. I tremblingly asked the fortune teller, "Then, is there anything you can save my life?"

As soon as I finished asking, he waved his hand at me. "Well, today’s hexagram seems to be no longer in divination. You should go back soon. By the way, there is a dojo not far from here with many masters. These people are not worldly people. Whether they will help you depends on your own destiny."

The dojo he was talking about should be the one I was looking for a few days ago. I thanked him and turned and walked away.

Unexpectedly, when I just turned around, he stopped me again, "Young man, I am destined with you, and I will meet you later. This thing is given to you. One day I might be able to save my life!"

While he was talking, he pulled a red thread from his body and tied it to my wrist, which disappeared from my sight.

I didn't bother to care whether this thing worked or not. What I want to do now is to quickly find the Taoist priest in the dojo and seek his help.

When I arrived at the dojo, the door was still tightly locked.

I knocked on the door, and the Dao Tong before that looked at me with an unhappy expression, "You are the last person? Didn't my master help you? Why are you still here?"

I scratched my head. The little Dao boy was too rude. Just when I didn’t know what to say, suddenly the Dao Master’s voice "Who is it?"

The boy glanced at me impatiently, went back to the house and gave a report, and then said coldly to me, "Master let you in."

As I have seen before, this Taoist priest will always sit in that room and study the scriptures in his hands.

He raised his head and looked at me. "Huh? Boy, why don't you look good?"

Since I drove away sister Xiaowei’s soul last time, I admired this Taoist priest very much, so I knelt on the ground and knocked a few heads at the Taoist priest. "Dao Master, please help me again, I always I feel that there is a scam, as if someone is deliberately giving me another circle. I can't solve many puzzles, and..."

The Taoist shook his hand at me, "Just say anything, don't hesitate."

I nodded at the Taoist priest, "Moreover, I have been confused by ghosts lately."

The Taoist master put away the scriptures, walked up to me and took a look, then sighed, "Okay, but if I give you some secret methods, I'm afraid it will only last for a short time. Instead, the Taoist leader will help people to send Buddha to the end Send it to the west, Yuan Mie, you go and call your senior sister."

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