"Then Mrs. Wang, you don't know where your son is?"
As soon as these words came out, whether it was Li Wudi or Ning Ruoxue, who was trying to save the possessed Yan Shen, they all felt an extremely subtle atmosphere rising in the hall.
Wang Yuanwai and others originally focused a little on Yin Hao, who was playing the flute, but when they heard Li Wudi say this, their eyes soon turned to Li Wudi and Mrs. Wang.
After falling into silence for several breaths, Mrs. Wang covered her mouth and said with a sweet smile: "Little friend Wu is really concerned..."
"But that's right. Today's banquet was originally designed for this, and my son is actually here."
When she said this, Mrs. Wang specifically glanced at Yuan Wang behind her, as if she was asking for instructions.
Wang Yuanwai had a smile on his face and did not give any indication, but the two of them looked at each other and knew it tacitly.
Li Wudi, Ning Ruoxue and others were a little confused when they saw this scene, but in the next moment, they all understood.
Mrs. Wang seemed a little shy about her next move, and her face turned red.
He whispered: "I only look at the distinguished guests who come from afar, and don't dislike the slave family because of this."
Having said that, with everyone looking dumbfounded, Mrs. Wang's delicate hands slowly pulled up the red gauze in front of her.
Her skin was as fair as a blow, and as red as a peach blossom.
The slender waist is even more visible, and the slightly bulging belly tells everyone everything.
The so-called blessed child is actually still in the mother's womb! ?
And looking at the abdomen that is not bloated, it is still far from being pregnant in ten months.
At this time, Yan Shen, who was suppressed by everyone, gradually came back to his senses. A trace of clarity flashed in his eyes, and the trick of Mrs. Wang to bewitch people was broken.
He shook his head. Although he was unconscious just now, the consciousness deep in his soul still knew what he was doing. Then he thanked Ning Ruoxue and others and felt deeply guilty.
"Who are those people..." Yan Shen looked at the young figure facing the front.
I couldn't help but sweat for Li Wudi in my heart.
Fang Sang shook the white feather cattail leaf fan in his hand, looked around but couldn't see anything, and then, as if he had made some kind of determination, he put the cattail leaf fan in his hand around him.
After that, a bamboo tube was taken out from nowhere, and there were more than a dozen bamboo sticks in it.
If Li Wudi were here, he would definitely know that this was the fortune teller he had told him when he met the fortune teller Fang Sang in Lingtian County.
It was also because of this that he realized in time that he had been deceived by Du Wang.
"It's a pity that the little benefactor without a flute has not returned the lot. It may be a blessing in disguise, but it is also possible that he will fall into a place of eternal doom. It all depends on God's will..." Fang Sang shook his hand, and there was a burst of crispness. The sound of loud bamboo tubes.
Yan Shen, Ning Ruoxue and others noticed Fang Sang's behavior.
Yan Shen said: "Junior brother Fang Sang, what are you doing?"
At such a critical moment, is it possible to still believe in so-called fortune telling? That kind of thing would work in the mortal world to deceive some urban residents, but using it here would seem a bit inappropriate, right?
Obviously, Yan Shen thought that Fang Sang was going to start his old profession in the mortal world, telling fortunes.
But it's okay, since the situation is like this anyway, I can feel more at ease if I have a good prediction.
But Ning Ruoxue obviously knew something deeper. She looked at Fang Sang shaking the bamboo stick.
Her face was also more solemn, and she knew that the next hexagram calculated by Fang Sang might also determine some endings.
Snap, snap, snap.
The sound of tapping bamboo sticks kept ringing, but for a long time I didn't see any bamboo sticks falling out.
Yan Shen didn't know what it meant, and thought it was because Fang Sang couldn't get enough practice in his old profession.
Ning Ruoxue looked thoughtful, thinking of what Fang Sang said just now, and said: "Junior Brother Fang Sang, this bamboo tube has not been calculated yet, does it have something to do with Junior Brother Li Wudi?"
Fang Sang, the Taoist fortune teller, looked at the bamboo tube in his hand, his expression gradually becoming heavier.
He said: "I have never missed a calculation, and I will never miss a calculation..."
Ning Ruoxue nodded, obviously she also knew something about Fang Sang.
"According to Junior Brother Fang Sang, has it been calculated?"
What Fang Sang calculated was their bad luck this time.
"Yes, it's been calculated..." Fang Sang said.
But no one saw any sign that the bamboo stick was about to fall out of his bamboo tube.
Ning Ruoxue thought of something and said, "Junior Brother Fang Sang, what kind of lottery did Li Wudi take before?"
Fang Sang looked forward, in the direction of Li Wudi, and everyone followed his gaze.
"So, senior sister, we are really in big trouble this time."
In his hoarse voice, he did not say what lottery Li Wudi had taken before.
Move the time to before half the incense stick.
When Li Wudi saw Mrs. Wang's exposed fetal body, although he was extremely shocked, his face remained calm.
He said calmly: "Then I would really like to congratulate Yuan Wai Wang and Mrs. Wang..."
After Mrs. Wang opened the clothes on her belly, from Li Wudi's soul feeling, he also felt at close range that there was a group of extremely tenacious vitality in Mrs. Wang's body.
That must be the so-called son of the Wang family.
But it was really contrary to the norm. It was obvious that she was only three months pregnant, but the life force in her body was no less than that of anyone present.
If you want to know, Ning Ruoxue is a monk who has reached the Dzogchen realm of Bigu Realm.
It was also at this time that Li Wudi suddenly noticed something moving in the Zimu Qiankun bag around his waist.
With the strength of his soul power now, he is able to do two things at once, so when talking and laughing with Mrs. Wang, he can also clearly understand what is making the sound in the Qiankun Bag.
It was a bamboo stick with a line of small words engraved on it, glowing slightly.
Only then did Li Wudi remember that this fortune-telling fortune-telling fortune-telling fortune-telling fortune-telling fortune-teller Fang Sang had forgotten to return in Lingtian County, wasn't it?
He reached out and took the lot in his hand.
It was also after Li Wudi took out the lot that Fang Sang also felt something. "What the little donor Wudi drew at that time was a lot drawn under one stick, which is very bad."
He whispered softly, "Innate talent, secret!"
Two fingers filled with golden aura slowly wiped his eyes. In an instant, Fang Sang's eyes burst out with a dazzling golden light.
It seems that he can see through everything and pierce through false ghosts and gods.
An invisible aura of the avenue emanated from him, and for a moment, Mrs. Wang, Wang Yuanwai, Huang Laotuo and others, who were originally attracted by Li Wudi, also looked at Ning Ruoxue.
His eyes focused on the fortune teller Fang Sang.
Fang Sang looked around. In his eyes, everything around him began to remove the false and retain the true, leaving the true and discarding the false.
No, this place is so weird that even I can't break it!
After a few breaths, Fang Sang's eyes began to become bloodshot, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
Especially when the three people outside the king looked at each other, it seemed as if they were being targeted by an existence with a very strong aura, and they were still compressing their secrets.
Finally, Fang Sang relied on his last remaining strength to reveal the true identities of the three people.
Breathing heavily, he knelt on one knee. If Ning Ruoxue hadn't been supporting him, he might have fallen down.
His tone was urgent, with a hint of panic, and he said: "Senior sister, there are not only dark people here, but also ghosts, demons, and demons."
