This mouthful of blood spattered on the ancient hexagram diagram. The subordinate's eyes widened. He saw with his own eyes that after the blood came into contact with the hexagram diagram, it gradually became lighter and then slowly disappeared, as if water was splashed on the dried hexagram diagram.
On the desert, you could still see a clear trace at first, but in the blink of an eye it completely disappeared, as if it had never appeared.
I just don't know if it's an illusion, but the ancient hexagram diagram seems to be a little older.
The back of the turtle shell placed in the middle of the hexagram was also stained with traces of bright red.
Only then did the subordinate realize that the turtle shell was densely covered with bright red traces, as if every time it was used, it would leave an indelible mark until the entire turtle shell was completely covered with bright red bloodshot traces.
covered.
Now, although there is still some blank space in the turtle shell, there is not much left.
At this moment, Guan Zhongyi, who had no idea how much his actions had shocked his subordinates, was panting and looking at the hexagrams in front of him.
He stared at the hexagram with his eyes wide open for a long time, then suddenly burst into laughter.
"Big bad news! Big bad news!"
The subordinate was numb.
He said carefully: "Guan, Mr. Guan..."
Although he didn't understand what Guan Zhongyi was doing, he still understood what divination and divination were about and what the great misfortune meant.
"Divination is just a lie, sir, don't worry too much about it."
These words made this subordinate feel very unsure of himself.
Just by looking at Guan Zhongyi's posture, he knew that this question was definitely not a charlatan with a chess piece on the side of the road and claimed to be an iron-spoken magician.
Guan Zhongyi chuckled and said: "Fake? That hexagram just cost me three years of life! You think it's fake!?"
The subordinate's eyes widened with disbelief written all over his face.
If he hadn't known that Guan Zhongyi was the number one strategist under King Wen, a die-hard confidant with almost half-immortal skills, he wouldn't have believed what he said.
But Guan Zhongyi's identity made him understand that Guan Zhongyi could not lie to him.
Three-year lifespan···
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His subordinates thought Guan Zhongyi was crazy.
Looking at Guan Zhongyi again, the subordinate's eyes widened even more.
He watched helplessly as Guan Zhongyi's original black hair turned into a wisp of snow-white hair.
Guan Zhongyi seemed to notice it. He raised his hand and wiped it, and a handful of white hair broke off in the palm of his hand.
But Guan Zhongyi obviously didn't take this to heart.
"Go! Immediately send people to squat around the Imperial Palace and the East Palace. As long as anyone goes out, heading towards the Yulin Guards Camp on the outskirts of Beijing, they will be killed without mercy!"
The subordinate heard Guan Zhongyi's almost crazy murderous intention, and he said with fear: "Mr. Guan, if it's the Jin Yiwei..."
"Kill too!"
Guan Zhongyi raised his blood-red eyes and stared at him, saying: "I don't care much about the evil hexagram. No matter how much it costs, even if all King Wen's trump cards in the capital are overturned, I will win!"
This subordinate did not dare to do anything more, and immediately said: "I will do it immediately!"
After watching his subordinates leave, Guan Zhongyi seemed to be drained of all his strength. He put one hand on the table to support his body. He murmured to himself in a low voice: "I don't accept it, I don't accept it. Man can conquer the sky, even half the sky."
Son, I will not admit defeat!"
"If there is a way, there must be a way!"
Taking a bronze mirror, Guan Zhongyi looked at himself in the mirror and murmured: "I want to see where the evil lies... These eyes will only obscure my Taoist heart..."
Chapter completed!