At dusk the next day, Luo Shen and his uncles entered the gate of Kaixin Cemetery.

Wanqi Linmu called his uncle yesterday and wanted to ask them to help find out the news about the last Emperor Jun fire. The person who answered the phone was his uncle Wen Baiyu, who told him not to worry and he would help check out the news.

Early the next morning, the two uncles flew over directly. However, they did not come to see Wanqi Linmu immediately, but went to inquire about the news first.

Unexpectedly, by such a coincidence, Luo Shen was also inquiring about the news. The three of them met and later returned to Happy Cemetery together.

Wanqi Linmu came out and said, "Is there any news?"

Luo Shen nodded and said, "There is indeed news, but it's not certain yet."

"What do you mean by not sure yet?" Wanqi Linmu asked.

Wanqi Jinghou crossed his arms and said: "The news was revealed half a month ago. I have a friend in the antique city. He came to collect some porcelain pieces in the antique city here half a month ago. He has heard about Di Jun.

The fire thing..."

Uncle Wan Qi Jinghou made many friends when he was on the street in his early years. Even though he usually had a cold face, he helped a lot of people.

Among the two uncles' friends, one is in the literary and entertainment business, and he is also polite. He has a small shop in Panjiayuan. The business is not very big, but the reputation is very good. Others call him Boss Yu.

Boss Yu came here half a month ago to collect some broken porcelain pieces, so he went shopping in the antique market and happened to come across the antique market.

"Going to the market?" Wanqi Linmu's eyelids twitched: "Is there still a market to go to in the antique market?"

Seeing that he didn't understand, Luo explained: "Although it is called a market, it is actually a kind of 'night market'. There are many people in this industry who cannot see the light, and it is common to stay up and down at night. After a long period of evolution, every first day of the Lunar New Year

When the twelfth lunar month is full, the antique city here will hold a night market, and people on the road are called going to the market."

Wanqi Linmu nodded, that's it.

Uncle Wanqi Jinghou said: "Boss Yu heard something about Dijun's fire when he was going to the market. He said that a fortune teller was talking about it, but no one else took it seriously."

The legend of Emperor's Fire has existed since ancient times. Many local masters know about Emperor's Fire. It is said that this kind of thing can bring people back to life and even live forever. The things people in this world dream of are nothing more than two things, wealth and immortality. If there is such a thing,

People will definitely flock to you.

However, people on the road just listen to it, because Emperor Jun's fire is just a legend and can only live in legends. It has not been found for thousands of years.

"A fortune teller?" Wanqi Linmu said: "Since he knows, let's go quickly to the antique city."

Wen Baiyu said: "Don't worry, that fortune teller only comes out to set up stalls at night markets. You can't find anyone there now."

Wanqi Linmu looked at the time and said, "Today is the fifteenth day, so let's go there tonight."

Everyone decided on the time and asked Yu Chou, who was a stall owner in the antique city.

Although I am just a stall owner of a bedding shop...

Yu Qiu thought for a while and said: "It seems... there really is such a fortune-telling stall. It doesn't appear often, and sometimes it doesn't appear at night markets. It is said that he is a gloomy old man who always speaks in a weird way and has a very weird temper.

, one time you go out to the stall is only counted as one piece."

Wanqi Linmu said: "Where does this fortune teller come from?"

Yu Chou shook his head and said, "I don't know, no one knows. He is alone, talks very sinisterly, and wears a big coat and a big cloak. No one can see his face."

There is nothing special to gain, I can only wait until it gets dark at night.

As soon as it got dark, Wanqi Linmu could no longer sit still. Everyone planned to go to the antique city first to see if they could find out any other news.

After dark, many shops in the Antique City are closed, and the entire antique street becomes depressed. The weather was still 30 degrees two days ago, and today it is a bit colder. Not only that, but also a light rain.

Everyone walking on the streets of the Antique City felt a little eerie.

Wanqi Linmu asked: "When will the night market be held?"

Luo Shen said: "It's almost time. Everyone will come out near midnight."

Everyone walked around the street twice. Slowly, after the street became extremely deserted, the crowd began to lurk, and sporadic people began to come out to set up their own stalls, and the number of people gradually increased.

"There really is a night market." Wanqi Linmu sighed.

People in the night market didn't light up their lights, as if they couldn't see the light. Everyone set up their stalls in the dark, and soon both sides of the street were filled with stalls. It was crowded with people, and it was quite lively, but it was dark. If you were not careful, you might have knocked down the stalls.

I don't know if the antiques on those stalls are real or fake, but Wanqi Linmu is sure that if he accidentally kicks the stall, those antiques will definitely become real...

Wanqi Linmu looked around and said, "Where is the fortune-telling stall? Isn't there a fortune-telling stall today?"

As he was talking, he heard an eerie voice from the alley in the corner. It was hoarse as if it was sifting chaff. The voice was so rough that it seemed like it could be used as sandpaper to polish everyone's hearing.

"Young man...do you tell your fortune?"

Everyone looked sideways at the small alley. The narrow alley was not actually a road at all, it was just a gap between two houses. There were actually people setting up stalls there!

A large gray-yellow cloak covered his face. There was no cover or sign, only a broken table, and the gray-yellow figure sat behind the table.

The voice of Yin Jue came from the narrow and blocked gap: "Are you telling your fortune?"

Wanqi Linmu looked at the fortune teller and said, "Fortunate."

He walked over and sat directly on the small stool in front of the broken table. The small stool was not flat, one leg was a bit short, and he sat crookedly.

Everyone also walked over and stared at the fortune teller.

But it's too dark here, and the night market doesn't light up the lights. The fortune teller chose such a gloomy corner, and it was almost impossible to see his fingers. Coupled with his big cloak, he couldn't see anything at all.

Wanqi Linmu said: "How to calculate?"

The fortune teller lowered his head and covered his face with his cloak, covering his face so tightly that even the tips of his fingers were not exposed. He laughed "Xixian——" and began to polish everyone's hearing again, saying: "Young man, you guys

You want to find Dijun’s fire seed, right?”

Wanqi Linmu glanced at Luo Shen sideways, and Luo Shen said calmly: "It seems that sir has come specifically to tell our fortunes today."

As he spoke, he looked around calmly.

The fortune teller smiled sinisterly and said: "You are my destined people, so naturally I will make a fortune for you."

"Oh?" Luo Shen smiled faintly and said, "Since we are destined to be your husband's, why don't you, your husband, dare to show your true colors to others?"

The fortune teller said: "The old man looks ugly, I'm afraid it scares everyone."

Luo Shen chuckled and said, "Sir, you misunderstood. What I'm talking about is not about appearance..."

As he said this, he suddenly got angry and suddenly grabbed the fortune teller sitting on the chair with a "pop!" sound and lifted his shoulders.

The fortune teller's body was shaken, and he clearly moved before he had time to dodge. Suddenly, with a "swish!" sound, his limbs were loose, and even his head hung down, motionless, like a hanged ghost, being pinched by Luo Shen.

"The nape of fate".

Wanqi Linmu stood up warily, not knowing what was going on, and took a closer look...

"dummy?"

It turns out that the fortune teller who had been sitting in front of Wanqi Linmu just now turned out to be a dummy!

Blockhead.

As soon as the cloak was taken off, it turned out to be a wooden man. Both the face and the limbs were carved lifelike, and the face was even colored, but no matter how lifelike it was, it was still a wooden man and could not act as a living person.

Such a wooden man actually kept talking to Wanqi Linmu, and even made body movements during the conversation.

Luo Shen raised his hand, and Wanqi Linmu saw that there was a very thin line in his palm, connecting the wooden man, but it had been cut off by Luo Shen.

It turns out that when Luo Shen looked around just now, he actually discovered the clues about the "fortune teller".

After all, Luo Shen is also a puppet player. When the fortune teller played with a puppet in front of him, Luo Shen naturally noticed it and cut off the puppet strings. The limbs of the wooden man naturally became loose and motionless.

Luo Shen grabbed the wooden man and said with a smile: "Sir, why don't you come out and see me?"

"Box-box-box-"

The weird laughter was like a saw, "buzzing" in everyone's ears. Wanqi Linmu wanted to reach out and pick out his throat, but he always felt that there was something blocked in Mr. Ming's throat, like something was stuck.

It was like chicken feathers, and when he smiled, he kept spitting out phlegm. The phlegm was blowing back and forth in his throat like an accordion.

Tread-tap...tap...

A figure walked out of the small building next to it.

The small building next to it was closed for business. The figure opened the door of the small building and walked out slowly. It turned out that the real fortune teller was hiding in the small building next to him.

The wooden man is sitting in the narrow passage next to the small building. The small building has a window facing the narrow passage. Although the window is not open, a corner of the window is broken. It seems that the fortune teller uses this broken corner to pull the thread and control the wooden man.

, pretending to be a ghost in front of everyone.

The fortune teller and the wooden man wore exactly the same clothes, with the same broad cloak covering their heads. They could not see anything, not even a pair of eyes.

Wanqi Linmu frowned slightly, and the fortune teller had already walked over and sat on the small stool behind the table. "Whoa!" He opened his palm and the silk thread was like a magnet, instantly sticking to the wooden man.

Click——

Click!

Click!

The wooden man started to move, and his joints made a stiff friction sound. Luo Shen was not embarrassed and immediately let go of his hand, letting the wooden man return to the fortune teller.

Swish——

When the wooden man flew back, the cloak on his body shattered in an instant, as if he had changed his clothes in a second. Under the cloak, there was actually a decent black suit, and white gloves on his hands, covering the bulges on the wooden man's wrists.

The wooden man's face was finally revealed in front of everyone. His skin was very white, as white as wall tiles, his features were strong, his outline was deep, and he had a pair of black eyes that could even move.
To be continued...