Fortune telling is a general term and is a folk method of predicting numerology.

It originally refers to the process of deducing calculations based on the hexagrams recorded in the Book of Changes, supplemented by props (oracle bones, copper coins, yarrow, etc.).

Used for divination of good and bad luck.

Later, it was extended to refer to divination in general, such as fortune telling, bone touching, four-pillar fortune-telling, and six-pillar Feng Shui prediction.

Fortune telling among ordinary people is mostly a kind of reasoning, based on existing information, such as the fortune teller's temperament, family and conduct.

In the world of cultivation, because there is indeed spiritual energy and the existence of gods, fortune-telling also means directly using spiritual energy to peer into numerology, or using the power of divine ancestors to peer into numerology.

It is a pity that Chen Mo is already in the Age of Ending Dharma, so he naturally has no spiritual energy to use, and as a demon cultivator, he naturally has no divine ancestors to rely on.

It's not that demon cultivators don't have ancestors who become gods and ancestors, but demon cultivators become gods and ancestors. Chen Mo doesn't dare to get involved with them. Who knows if there are any great demons who want to seize their bodies and be reborn?

Plan to live forever.

But without a backer and aura, there is no way to tell fortunes.

All things actually have spirituality, but some have sufficient spirituality and some have weak spirituality. Things with sufficient spirituality naturally know how to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune.

Chen Mo knelt down, put down the camouflage backpack and pistol in his hands, then took off the backpack on his back and took out a knife and a small bowl.

He lightly cut his finger and put half a bowl of blood into the bowl.

Seeing that the blood was almost drained, Thousand Heartworms instantly healed Chen Mo's wound.

Although there is no spiritual energy in the Age of Ending Dharma, as a human being and a cultivator, Chen Mo's own blood is naturally full of spiritual energy.

Chen Mo stood up with a small bowl filled with his own blood and muttered something.

As Chen Mo chanted the mantra, the blood in the small bowl began to surge, and bubbles appeared like boiling.

This is a sign that the spirituality in the blood has been activated.

Chen Mo waited for a moment, and when he saw that the spirituality in the blood was activated to its peak, he turned over the hand holding the small bowl and poured out the bowl of blood.

The small bowl of blood was poured on the ground and started to squirm like a living thing.

Climb towards the door that is decorated with scary decorations and has "Mist" written on it.

But after all, spirituality is limited. After climbing two steps, the blood could no longer maintain its shape and spread out, flowing everywhere.

But even though the blood was flowing everywhere, most of it was flowing towards the door with the word "Mist" written on it.

In this way, bad luck will manifest itself.

Although there was some surprise that the unattractive door would be more dangerous, it was not unacceptable to Chen Mo. After all, there are many things in this world where people pretend to be pigs and eat tigers.

Now that the bad luck has been determined, there is nothing to hesitate about.

Chen Mo put the bowl back into his backpack, then picked up the camouflage bag and opened the door that represented the fog.

The moment the door was opened, Chen Mo felt as if he was in a trance, and he had already arrived in a room.

Looking around, I didn't see a single person in the room.

This is a wooden room with a large fireplace. Chen Mo has only seen this kind of fireplace in European and American movies. In reality, he has never seen this kind of house in China. In addition to certain tourist areas in China,

You probably won't see this kind of house anywhere else.

So there is a high probability that he came to the European and American generation area.

There is a picture hanging above the fireplace, which should be a family portrait. A pair of blond young people are supporting two white-haired old people. There is a little girl beside the old people's legs. It seems that the family is enjoying themselves.

Look.

This made Chen Mo even more certain that this should be a house somewhere in Europe and the United States.

This made him even more alert, because many places in Europe and the United States prohibit firearms, and Chen Mo didn't want to get shot in the head because of his carelessness.

I carefully searched the house. It was not a big house, with two floors in total.

During the search, Chen Mo even deliberately made some noise, hoping to lure the snake out of its hole and attract the attention of the owner of the house, but there was no one in the whole house. After searching around, Chen Mo came to the hall again.

I sat on the sofa and thought about it.

It shouldn't be.

According to what the strong white man said, there must be someone in the house you enter.

Unless the scope of activities this time is not just this one house.

Thinking of this, Chen Mo stood up.

Walk towards the door.

"Crack!"

With a hard push, the door was opened directly.

Chen Mo looked outside the door and found that the door was shrouded in thick fog.

The fog was so dense that visibility dropped to less than two meters.

Looking at the thick fog, Chen Mo frowned. The fog with such visibility was really suitable for a sneak attack.

Just when Chen Mo was thinking this.

"Buzz buzz!"

Suddenly a voice came from the fog.

The sound was like a mosquito flapping its wings on a summer night, only it was many times louder than an ordinary mosquito.

The sound quickly moved from far to near.

It’s for yourself!

Realizing this, Chen Mo immediately closed the door forcefully.

"Snapped!"

The moment Chen Mo closed the door, the thing in the mist also jumped out and hit the door directly, making an astonishing sound.

The wooden door directly cracked several gaps under the impact.

Through these cracks, Chen Mo also saw what was about to attack him suddenly.

This is a huge bug, almost as big as an adult's head. The bug's wings are somewhat similar to those of a mosquito, so it can make a sound similar to that of a mosquito.

Moreover, it does not have a mouthpart as long as a mosquito, instead it has double jaws like an ant. It does not look like a vegetarian.

After this thing hit the door, it immediately started to open the cracks in an attempt to squeeze into the room where Chen Mo was.

"What the hell."

After Chen Mo cursed secretly, he cut his finger and summoned Thousand Filaria, which stretched towards the crack in the door.

Originally, he wanted to just raise the gun and shoot, but then he thought about it and realized that the sound of the gunfire was too loud and attracted too much attention.

No one knows what other ghosts are in this fog. If shooting attracts other things in the fog, it will be difficult to deal with.

The use of milliliariae is not free, at least every time it is used, the user will inevitably be injured.

Chen Mo's Thousand Filaria has the power of a bull, and it is no problem to strangle this big insect.

Chen Mo looked at the corpse of the insect, took a breath and stepped forward to check it out.

Huh!

Something's wrong!

After taking this breath, Chen Mo's face suddenly showed an ecstatic smile.

It's aura!

It’s actually spiritual energy!

There was obviously no spiritual energy in the room just now. Where did this spiritual energy come from?

It's fog!
Chapter completed!