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Thousands of kilometers away from the Luohai Sea, the Hawaiian Islands in the Pacific Ocean have already come to night.

Waikiki, a street crowded with small local shops, in an inconspicuous seafood shop—

The old man Sox, who was sitting quietly in the shop, suddenly moved, and his hands covered with wrinkles and dark spots found a thin stack of tarot cards.

These are very ordinary 22 big Akannas, with the back of the card with ordinary dark blue patterns.

The Tarot divination of the Great Akarna Sect has always used only 22 Great Akarna cards, but now the mainstream Tarot divination is no longer like this.

Several Tarot sects known to the old man Sox have already begun to use a total of 56 small Akan cards mixed with the big Akan cards for divination. The tarot card formation they used is becoming more and more complex, and it often requires more than a dozen cards to form. The accuracy is a matter of opinion.

"My old friends, where are you all?"

Old Man Sox said softly, his rough wrinkled hands suddenly shone with a faint purple light, spreading to the 22 tarot cards, one after another, floating.

With the support of spiritual power, these cards can also be suspended, but they do not have their own independent will and will never fly and rotate vigorously.

Sox sighed softly: "Dead things are dead things after all. But you have the same name and meaning, so you should point out their belongings for me!"

The old man's old hand was a little weaker, and the 22 cards suddenly moved their positions. [World] [Stars] [Temporary] [Fool] [Lovers] [Herdes] suddenly overlapped and fell to the ground, while other cards were scattered around.

The turbid eyes moved in surprise, and Sox suddenly showed a look of joy. He bent down with some difficulty and picked up the card stack led by [World], and said tremblingly: "You are all together, this is...recognizing your master..."

"[World] is the most powerful card... your choice will not be wrong!" Sox murmured to himself, his voice gradually became excited: "You have chosen the next master, no wonder I can no longer sense your existence..."

"No matter who that is, I have a student!" murmured to himself with joy, and the old man with a hunched body slowly walked out of the door of the shop.

The downtown area of ​​Waikiki is also lively at night, but in the hearts of locals, the concept of leisure is always more deeply rooted in people's hearts than the concept of work, so most of the shops on this small street closed early.

However, next to the dry seafood store owned by the old man, a traditional printed fabric store is still open. The male owner in his thirties is busy sorting out the store's goods while there are not many tourists.

He saw that the old man Sox had walked out of the store for the first time, and stopped in surprise and walked over: "Sox! Are you ready to collect the store today?"

Sox nodded slowly. His skin was covered with deep wrinkles, and his movements were as slow and dull as common in the old man.

"Is that so? You're very early today! Let me help me get the seafood outside?" Richard, the owner of the fabric shop, is a very enthusiastic local. He has dark skin and tall figure. He reveals two rows of white teeth when he smiles.

Sox came to Hawaii a few years ago. No one on the street knew the origin of the old man. He just quietly set up a small store, entered a lot of dry seafood, and sat quietly in the store every day.
Chapter completed!