In the middle, Lu Gan tapped the table a few times, but Mr. Zi still didn't respond. It was obvious that he had gone down like Zhu Qingtang.

Suddenly, Lu Gan's face appeared in Mr. Zi's eyes.

puff.

Almost at the same moment, Mr. Corpse glared at his eyes and spit out a mouthful of blood. His face turned pale as snow.

"Ahem... It turns out that the world is endless, the great way is infinite, I only learn a little bit of fur!"

Mr. Zi wiped his lips and took a pill, his face gradually became rosy.

When Lu Gan heard this, his expression frightened and stopped talking nonsense. He asked directly: "Who is the murderer of the missing child case?"

"Young Master, wait a moment, and let me tell you a fortune."

Mr. Zi recovered his qi and blood, and took out nine round copper coins from his sleeves and placed them on the table.

These nine copper coins are very ordinary. The front is engraved with a round sky, the back is engraved with sun, moon, stars, and even some blue copper rust on it.

The next moment, Mr. Corpse took out a turtle shell the size of a palm from his sleeve, which was extremely simple and had some burnt marks.

He put the turtle shell upside down, picked up nine copper coins, and threw them in.

Then, close your eyes, pinch your fingers left and right, and look like a charlatan who tells fortunes.

"Slow down!"

At this moment, a voice came from behind. A young man in black, holding a white jade feather fan, walked slowly, took out a Qiankun bag and put it on the table, and smiled:

"Mr. Zi, I bought this divination from this night!"

Um?

Lu Gan's expression suddenly became cold.
Chapter completed!