There is no need to mention how to chop fortune tellers. Anyway, with the Hongyu Sword in hand, it is not even more difficult to cut watermelons.

Even so, everyone, including Fang Jue, couldn't help but vomit, but they all thought Fang Jue's decision was very correct. They all died like that ghost and could still use bone armor to hurt people. Who knows what special abilities does this weird person have?

Wu Junshan had vomited once, and his face was better than most people. After processing, he took the bag to Fang Jue and turned it over.

A lot of things came out.

A few ingots of gold and silver ingots, half a pot of clear water, two hard-faced cakes, a few jades that look very valuable at first glance, fire diamonds, and mutton fat rings.

The most are silver bills!

The denominations vary in size, both new and old, it seems that all the wealth that fortune tellers have saved over the years is here.

Wu Junshan pointed out the silver notes roughly, and it was more than 8,000 taels.

Not counting ingots and jade, it is probably tens of thousands of dollars.

These yard masters should not be on their belts. If they take a yard trip, they will not be as many as dozens of taels, but the fewest ones will only be as many as dozens of taels.

Fang Jue worked hard to teach, and he was only a little over two taels a month.

It's a huge sum of money,

You can obviously hear some saliva.

"I don't know how many passing business trips this person has harmed!"

Fang Jue sighed compassionately and said in a deep voice: "We will share these ill-gotten gains."

A slight silence.

Follow immediately.

"Yes, I listen to the Master."

“What Master said makes sense!”

"Hehe, that's good, that's good."

"Just that's what the Master said…"

After arriving all the way, Fang Jue didn't count. When he went out, there were only four of them alive. They all agreed.

The escort lived a life of exchanging life for money. This escape from death, so I can take the money with peace of mind. As for those who die, there will naturally be public funds for the escort agency.

If you have a good relationship on weekdays, you can send some to the other party’s house in private, that’s another matter.

Let's divide it, these five words are very popular.

"Brothers, I'll be the master. The Master will get 70% of this money and 30% left. You can share it evenly. I still have some savings, so I don't want it." Wu Junshan said.

Now, everyone is a friendship that is a life-long relationship. Fang Jue is the one who knows the most. Before anyone else can express any opinions, he waves his hand first.

"I'm not afraid of laughing at you brothers. I'm a pauper. I'll get more money, but having three or four thousand taels is enough. You guys will share the rest. But..."

He paused, his face slightly darkened, his smile was still calm, but his words were filled with an unquestionable tone: "I see you today, please don't talk about it everywhere, just keep it in your heart."

Wu Junshan immediately understood what Fang Jue meant. Today he showed many "means", especially the conversation between him and the fortune teller, which involved a lot and was very deep, and obviously did not want to reveal it.

Holding down the sword, his eyes became sharp, and he swept across everyone:

"All brothers who have lived a life, I won't say much nonsense. The Master has great kindness with us. Brothers should know the best or bad things in their hearts. Besides, who knows what the fortune teller is? If there are a fellow party member who says it, it will be of no benefit to anyone. Whoever wants to be itchy, don't blame me for being unkind."

The stadiumers are not stupid either.

Not to mention the "threat" of Wu Junshan, there is a more powerful Fang Jue who is above.

Just looking at the money, according to Fang Jue's division, each of them can get two thousand taels less, which is enough to wash their hands and live a peaceful life. But once they say it, the money will be divided by the escort agency, mainly for pensions, and only fools will say it.

So they all expressed that they would keep the secrets strictly and would not mention their own mother, and would be rotten in their stomachs for the rest of their lives.

Some people also said that after they went back, they said they met a powerful gangster...

Fang Jue smiled and said that he would not believe it. He should be able to keep the secret in his stomach for the rest of his life.

As for a few years, or even decades later, it is just an extra strange thing to brag after dinner.

Wu Junshan shared the money there, and collected a few gold and silver ingots and silver notes without blood. He put them in Fang Jue's package.

Fang Jue took the empty bag, tossed and turned around, and even removed the thread.

Still nothing was found.

Thinking of the movie novels I watched in my previous life, was it tattooed on fortune tellers? No, Wu Junshan’s “doing things” just now, and the ninja was disgusted by the side, but it didn’t.

"Transfer from word of mouth, without writing?"

I picked up the green banner left by the fortune teller and tossed and turned, but I still couldn't find anything.

With a thought, I picked up a knife and slashed it at the pole of the green banner.

With a click, the bamboo pole cracked.

One of them was stuffed with a roll of black stuff, like the skin of some kind of animal. When I took it out and opened it, I saw that it was covered with fine and dense words the size of rice grains.

The beginning is: There were demons in ancient times, using bones as armor.

...

...

In the endless gray world,

After experiencing the last uneasiness, the woman in white seemed to have understood more things, so she continued her journey.

She had been walking aimlessly for a long time,

The memories that were originally crushed returned to their minds, and the disappearing emotions and feelings gradually recovered.

She knew her origin, remembered the couple's appearance, remembered the cat at home, and thought of the familiar surname.

I thought of the mistakes by the river.

However, these seem to be no longer important to her. They are very far away, as far away as the story of another person. She is just a spectator, sighing and feeling, but not empathizing.

She knew that she was already a new life.

The only thing that made her feel throbbing was that little bit of Mars that fell from the sky.

That is a seed, from which new life emerges.

However, life is heavy, and growth comes at a price.

She regained her life and restored the emotions and feelings that life should have.

Hunger, cold, tired, lonely.

Without day and night and time, when she is tired of walking, she will curl up on the hard gravel ground and rest like a stray cat.

Sometimes, I would look up at the gloomy sky, where the Mars came from.

Hunger is an unforgettable trouble. After walking for so long, she was delighted to find that there were other lives on this land besides herself.

Can be eaten!

However, after a brief rejoicing and a completely failed hunting that almost died, she sadly realized that she was the lowest existence in the food chain on this land.

Food chain... She didn't know how she knew the word.

Another gust of wind blew, and she wrapped her thin and broken clothes tightly and looked around, wanting to find a larger stone that could slightly block the wind and cold, and make herself safer, so as not to become food for other lives.

Kakka...

In her eyes, a strange guy came "walking" in the wind and sand.

It is a broken skeleton, with scars all over the body, and there are two holes in the skull.

The most ridiculous thing is that the two legs are gone, and only two pieces of leg bones are poked on the ground, one high and one low, leaning against the two dry bone arms, one supporting and one supporting to "walking forward".

One arm, several fingers are missing.

The eyes were facing each other, and the ghost and the skeleton were obviously stunned for a moment, and at the same time, they felt that the other party could eat.

But the woman in white felt more: the other party had a very friendly aura, which reminded her of the spark.

"Are you cold?" the woman in white asked in a silly way.

The skeleton was stunned, very confused, but nodded vigorously.

This time, I almost pulled my head down, quickly raised my arm bones and straightened my head. However, without the support of my arm, my body tilted again and almost fell down.

The woman in white smiled, walked over, and picked up the skeleton with both hands, as if she was holding a child.

That familiar aura became even stronger.

"I'll carry you on my back," she said.

The skeleton did not nod any more, and the broken sternum slowly opened, tightly wrapped the woman in white from behind.

It looked like the woman in white was wearing a simple armor.

The wind was still blowing, the skeleton armor was very thin, and the woman was not very hot, but both sides seemed to feel a little warmer.

"What's your name?" The woman in white turned her face and asked the skull behind her ear.
To be continued...