Xiao Yu's disappearance puts Xie Yin Deng into a deadlock in searching for Li An Shun's whereabouts.

She inquired in many ways, but still couldn't find any clues, so in the end she could only shelve the matter for the time being.

Ever since Xie Yindeng started setting up a fortune-telling stall, her life in Xuanyang Sect went faster and smoother, and less than half a month passed in the blink of an eye.

Because her calculations are accurate, she never makes mistakes, and her fees are not high, there is an endless stream of people who come to her for fortune telling.

With all this coming and going, the land at the foot of Roundabout Peak was trampled until not a single blade of grass grew.

Seeing that the time was ripe, Xie Yindeng began to make a rule, telling fortunes only three times a day, with different contents and different costs. The starting price also changed from ten yuan of low-grade spiritual stones to one thousand yuan of low-grade spiritual stones.

When the news first spread, her fortune-telling stall returned to its original state of neglect, but soon, someone couldn't restrain their desires and came to the door with large and small bags of spiritual stones.

They were all vying for the three credits.

On this day, as soon as Xie Yindeng walked Shi Shi to the foot of the roundabout peak, he saw many people guarding the stalls, some were in groups, and some were alone.

After she appeared, all those people swarmed up and chattered non-stop.

"Thank you, senior sister, I have three thousand low-grade spiritual stones. I want to calculate when I can break through the golden elixir!"

"Three thousand low-grade spiritual stones are nothing. I have a hundred medium-grade spiritual stones. Thank you, junior sister, please help me do the math!"

"Thank you, junior sister, for helping me! I'll give you all my spirit stones!"

Xie Yindeng was surrounded by them, his ears were buzzing, and he couldn't hear anything clearly due to the noise. He could only see their mouths opening and closing continuously.

She frowned and coughed slightly. The disciples surrounding her fell silent for an instant and looked at each other in confusion.

Xie Yindeng pulled Shishi who was pushed aside by them, walked to the stall with a cold face, took out three copper coins and put them on it, "Old rule, I will tell fortunes for anyone who wants to tell something that impresses me."

"Brothers and sisters, who comes first?"

As she spoke, she sank into her chair, her eyes constantly searching the crowd.

There were indeed many people coming, but there was no one she wanted to see.

This was not the first time that Fifteen had encountered this kind of situation, but he still couldn't resist the enthusiasm of these people. He lay down at Xie Yindeng's feet with an uncomfortable look on his face, frantically rubbing his ears that were about to go deaf with his front paws.

"Old Xie, I'm not telling you, you set up this fortune-telling stall. In addition to telling them trivial things, you just want to calculate who and so-and-so will break through and when so-and-so will get married!"

"What's the point of doing this? Just for that little spiritual stone? If you knew that just completing a word spirit task would be worth hundreds of thousands of low-grade spiritual stones. Why are you wasting your time!"

The more Fifteen thought about it, the less he understood, and the eyes he looked at Xie Yindeng showed compassion like caring for a mentally retarded person.

Xie Yindeng glanced at it lightly, then turned to look at the young junior brother who had the courage to be the first person, "After all, you are not a human being, you are just a wild donkey. Don't make blind guesses about a woman's thoughts."

"Even if you guess, you can't guess it right with your IQ."

"Xie Yindeng, you...hum!"

Shi Fifteen was so choked by her words that he snorted loudly and ignored her.

With a smile on his face, Xie Yindeng looked at the young junior brother who had just finished talking about how he wanted to calculate his marriage, and slowly shook his head, "The next one."

"Thank you, senior sister, I want to calculate the life span."

"Next person."

"Thank you, junior sister, I want to..."

"Next person!"

…

After a dozen cold calls in succession, many disciples began to retreat, looking at Xie Yin Deng with a mix of respect and resentment.

What on earth does this mean to completely impress her?!

Until a tall man in purple clothes appeared, Xie Yindeng almost said "next one" instead of "it's you".

She looked up at the man, her eyes falling calmly on his face.

The man's facial features are regular, neither handsome nor ugly. He has a regular appearance, but after a few more glances, you will find him pleasing to the eye.

He is tall, has smooth muscle lines, and is neatly dressed. At first glance, he looks like a self-disciplined person who loves to be clean.

Xie Yindeng raised his hand to signal the man to sit down, holding three copper coins in his hand: "Junior Brother Yan, why don't you say it again, what do you want to do?"

The man in purple is Yan Sui.

He glanced around and saw that everyone else had left voluntarily, leaving space for them, and then he spoke slowly: "I said, I want to count my death."

Xie Yindeng nodded thoughtfully, then turned his gaze back to Shi Shi who was standing aside. He saw it staring at him dumbfounded, as if asking her if she had known that Yan Sui would come to tell fortunes.

The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and she was in a happy mood. The reason why she set up the stall was to lay the foundation for her future task of talking about spirits.

Therefore, Yan Sui came to his door automatically and asked her to tell his fortune.

In this way, she doesn't have to work hard to get close to the target of the mission, nor does she need to rack her brains to think about how to predict so as not to make the other party suspicious.

This was not the first time she saw Yan Sui, but every time she saw him, she always had a very complicated emotion in her heart. It was neither goodwill nor fear, but a sense of disgust for no reason.

Xie Yindeng has two missions today.

The first one is to predict to Yan Sui that he will not survive the seventh day of the next month, which is twenty days later.

The second one was to predict to Shen Huan that he would have insomnia at night.

These two tasks are actually not difficult, but they are not simple either.

Yan Sui saw that Xie Yindeng was silent for a long time, and a dark color suddenly flashed between his eyebrows, and then disappeared again, "Senior Sister Xie can't figure it out even after taking so long. Isn't it because I'm terminally ill and I'm not going to die soon?"

I have never been terminally ill.

It is true that life is short but it is true.

Xie Yindeng didn't want to hide anything, and said bluntly: "Junior Brother Yan is right or wrong, but if you regret it, I can stop it right now."

Yan Sui's expression froze, his brows furrowed, and he looked at Xie Yin Deng with questioning and a little anger in his eyes.

He was silent for a moment and shook his head heavily: "Thank you, Senior Sister, for clarifying my doubts."

Xie Yindeng twitched his lips: "Junior Brother Yan's death date is the seventh day of next month. The fortune-telling fee is 10,000 low-grade spiritual stones."

The seventh day of next month...

Isn’t this the day he wants to take action!

Yan Sui's eyes darkened, his face changed slightly, he stared straight at Xie Yin Deng, and said in a deep voice: "Senior Sister Xie, have you ever made a mistake in your fortune telling?"

Compared with him, Xie Yindeng is as slender as a beautiful dodder flower, weak and helpless, unable to withstand the torment of wind and rain.

But, if you look at her bright eyes.

You will find that this is a calm and smart girl.

He is completely different from the arrogant, domineering and arrogant Xie Yin Deng before.

Yan Sui thought so.

Xie Yindeng crawled out of the chair and stood on tiptoes in front of Yan Sui. His warm breath fell directly on his face, "Junior brother Yan, you asked this after you finished your calculations. Don't you want to refuse to pay?"

Yan Sui stepped back without a trace, looking at the girl with fair skin in front of him that seemed to be glowing. He felt inexplicably hot and turned his head to avoid her sight: "Sister Xie, don't worry, I will give you the reward. I'm just curious, what does Senior Sister rely on?"

What, can you calculate everything and never make mistakes?"

This man is really difficult to deal with.

Xie Yindeng sat back with a frown on his face and said coldly: "It's nothing, it's just talent."


Chapter completed!