When Hanyuhara left, the depressed atmosphere in the room suddenly disappeared a lot, and he began to talk and laugh.

Duanmu Qingyu sat alone on the kitchen table, holding three copper coins in her hand, gently threw them on the table, making a crisp collision sound, and then steadily fell down.

Ji Qianming sat on the chair beside him and said curiously: "What are you?"

"Count the result of this war."

"How about it?"

"...I can't calculate it." Duanmu Qingyu shook her head helplessly, "I've calculated it for the third time, and the hexagrams are still in chaos. This war involves too much, and there are also mythical creatures. I can't calculate anything just by the three copper coins I brought."

Ji Qianming patted his shoulder and comforted him: "Metaphysics is not a prophecy. It is normal to have something that cannot be calculated. Don't take it to your heart."

Duanmu Qingyu rolled her eyes: "Why do you speak the same to my master?"

"Master? Do you still have a master? Isn't this the ability that Ye Wen brings?" Ji Qianming was a little surprised.

"Of course not." Duanmu Qingyu said, "The ability of "Xuanji" is very special and must be combined with metaphysical means to play a role. If you want to systematically learn various metaphysical means, it is definitely not enough to learn it yourself."

"When I was a six-year-old kid, my master, the previous owner of "Xuanji", found me. He calculated that I would become the next owner of "Xuanji", so he took me up the mountain to systematically learn metaphysics, mountain methods, physiognomy, Feng Shui... I studied in the mountain for ten years before I could achieve a small success." Duanmu Qingyu's eyes showed a hint of nostalgia.

Ji Qianming's mouth opened into an O-shaped shape. He always thought that Duanmu Qingyu's ability was brought by Ye Wen. Unexpectedly, he had really gone up the mountain to learn metaphysics, and he had studied it for ten years!

"Wait, what do you mean is that "Mystery" will not return to the World Tree to hibernate? Instead, it is like the Emperor's Pattern, inherited from generation to generation?" Ji Qianming suddenly thought of something and spoke in surprise.

"That's right... Although I don't know the reason, since the first owner of "Xuanji", it has never disappeared in the world. Every owner will always calculate the next successor before he dies, and then pass on what he has learned throughout his life to him. This process is indeed a bit like an imperial pattern, but it is different." Duanmu Qingyu said.

"Who is its first owner?"

Duanmu Qingyu paused, "Zhuge Kongming."

Hiss! Ji Qianming took a breath, Zhuge Liang? This is a god who is well-known to everyone in China! He is actually the ancestor of Duanmu Qingyu? Duanmu Qingyu is actually the descendant of Wolong?!

Duanmu Qingyu seemed to have seen through Ji Qianming's thoughts and showed a stinky expression.

Just as the two were having a hot chat, Isaac pushed Alex to the side of the two. The former opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something

"What's wrong?" Seeing Isaac who wanted to speak but stopped, Ji Qianming spoke in confusion.

"Isaac, give him the stuff," Alex said in a wheelchair.

Isaac took out a piece of folded wrinkled paper from his pocket, handed it to Ji Qianming, and said slowly:

"Because I was worried about those who went to the battlefield, I took some medicine half a day ago and drew a few paintings..." Isaac suddenly stopped talking, as if he didn't know how to explain the content on the painting.

Alex said to him: "This painting has something to do with you, to be precise, it has something to do with Gou Chen Mingjun who is leading you. In order not to cause a stir, I didn't want to show it in front of you, but considering that you are also in the painting, I decided to show it only to you."

Ji Qianming felt that these two people were a bit mysterious. As the drawing paper in his hand gradually unfolded, Ji Qianming's pupils suddenly contracted!

……This is!

Ji Qianming stood up suddenly, his face extremely ugly, and scared Duanmu Qingyu next to him.

"What's wrong? What's the picture?" Duanmu Qingyu took the painting in Ji Qianming's hand curiously, and froze in place.

In the painting, Fatty Cui's heart was opened with a big hole, and the blood stained the ground red. He knelt on the ground. What was strange was that there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he had seen something that comforted him.

Ji Qianming held the dead Mingjun from behind, tears soaked his clothes, his face full of sadness and anger, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent!

"This..." Duanmu Qingyu looked at the wrinkled painting in her hand, almost screamed, and then said in an extremely low voice: "Ji Qianming, calm down, otherwise when everyone knows it, the scene will definitely get out of control!"

Ji Qianming's chest was fluctuating violently. He finally controlled his emotions and sat down stiffly.

"I want to go out." Ji Qianming spoke firmly.

Duanmu Qingyu frowned slightly: "You know that doing so will not change anything, right?"

"I know." Ji Qianming nodded, a hint of sadness appeared on his face, "But I still have to go out, I can't watch him die."

Isaac and Alex looked at each other, and Alex slowly spoke, "We'll help you."

Ji Qianming was stunned and turned to look at Alex, whose face was full of seriousness.

"Since you appear in this painting, it means we must not stop you. Instead of making a sensation, it is better to help you leave quietly." Alex's mind was very clear.

Ji Qianming was silent for a while and spoke solemnly: "Thank you."

"I will pretend to faint in a while. You and Isaac will take me to the medical office and then leave quietly by yourself." Alex made a simple plan, Ji Qianming's eyes lit up and he nodded slightly.

...

Dark Church.

Under the deep, a green light gradually dimmed, and green light flowed faintly on the corpses of the two giant beasts below. Fenrier's eyeballs floated in the air, becoming a bridge to communicate the two.

The fool, the demon, and the world three stood at the top of the pit, and the white light spots in their hands were as bright as stars. The closed underground actually saw the flow of air, and it became bigger and stronger, blowing the three of them into slightly fluttering.

A few drops of cold sweat oozed out of the demon and the world's forehead, and their brows frowned slightly, as if they were a little tired. On the other hand, the fool's face was still as usual, with the white light spots on his fingertips dazzling.

Before I knew it, a trace of white fish appeared in the distant sky.

When the first sunrise landed on the earth, the fool, the demon, and the world suddenly opened their eyes, and the light spots in their hands exploded at the same time, turning into broken light and sprinkling into the deep and dark pit.

Boom boom boom boom boom boom...

The earth began to tremble, and the demon widened his eyes. He was about to ask something, and a huge roar came from the bottom of the deep pit, almost tearing his eardrums out of the way!

Roar roar roar roar roar!!!
Chapter completed!