At eleven o'clock in the night, the lights were still on in the office on the 11th floor of Lin's Building. A petite figure was buried in a large pile of documents. The monotonous sound of keyboard tapping was particularly clear in this silent night.

OK! Finally done!

After pressing the last button, Qian Xiaomo stretched out, tidied the things on the table quickly, picked up the bag on one side, and walked quickly to the stairs.

As soon as Xiao Mo opened the door on the first floor, he was faced with a strange gust of wind.

The wind made Xiao Mo feel a bit chilly. It was almost midsummer, and the wind was really weird.

After tightening his collar, Xiao Mo stopped thinking about it and strode outside.

He raised his hand and looked at his watch. It was already 11:15. The company was not far from home. I thought I should be home by 11:30.

Looking at the few pedestrians on the street, Xiao Mo quickened his pace.

"Girl, please stay!" Xiao Mo, who was walking wildly, suddenly heard something and quickly stopped and looked around.

It turned out that at a corner not far ahead, a blind fortune teller was sitting there with a table beside him.

Through the dim street light, Xiao Mo also saw a pair of horizontal bars standing beside the table.

Write a letter to Immortal Lingbo!

I looked back around and saw that there was no one else around me except myself.

Just now, was he calling himself?

Frowning slightly, Xiao Mo planned to ignore this immortal, then raised his feet and started to walk again.

"Girl, please stay. Please listen to my words. The girl will suffer a bloody disaster today..."

When he heard about this bloody disaster, Xiao Mo rolled his eyes helplessly and muttered in his heart.

It's the bloody disaster again. Is there anything new? Why do these immortals say that someone has a bloody disaster when they see that person?

Scammers, there are really swindlers every year, and there are especially many of them this year.

Feeling like his eyelids were about to roll, Xiao Mo raised his feet again and planned to leave.

"Girl, what I said is true. Please listen to me." At some point, the old man walked up to Xiao Mo and looked at Xiao Mo with a worried look on his face.

"No, I'm in a hurry now, can you please get out of the way?" The good-tempered Xiao Mo did not feel angry because the old man blocked her way, but just said to the old man in a good voice.

"Girl, if you don't solve the problem, you will be in great trouble!" The old man threatened Xiao Mo in a strong voice and stood motionless in front of Xiao Mo.

Hey! I’ll open a dyeing workshop if I give you some color!

I found that this old man actually regarded his good temper as a blessing and actually stopped me.

"Touch"! Xiao Mo was about to take action. Just when he raised his right hand, he suddenly heard a muffled sound, followed by a pain in his head.

He reached out blankly and touched the top of his head. When he looked at it, he saw that it was all blood.

Xiao Mo just thought of the bloody disaster the old man mentioned, and then his vision went dark and he lost consciousness.
Chapter completed!