Cen Qian is a fortune teller. He is terminally ill but does not panic at all and even takes a good nap first. However, when he wakes up, he finds that he appears in a supernatural copy.
The eyes of the skeleton next to him flashed with a faint green light. While other participants fled in panic, Cen Qian pinched the skeleton's fingers and gently broke them.
Skeleton:... Not a buddy?
Faced with even more horrified looks from other participants, Cen Qian pinched the skull's knuckles and said calmly: "I didn't bring any tarot cards or astrolabe, so I could only do the math with the bones."
Skeleton: I feel sorry for you.
The other participants only wanted a way out, so Cen Qian sat down on the spot and started setting up a stall: the clues to pass the customs clearance were clearly priced, so if you want to buy or sell, hurry up.
Other participants: Is this a horror copy or the RT-Mart downstairs? .
Ghost: No one provoked him again! !
The divination ability that can predict the future and touch the truth is obtained in exchange for his vitality.
Cen Qian knew that even if he could clear all the game copies, he would surely die from his worsening condition.
It doesn't matter.
Life or death, it all depends on God's will.
Life and death are empty, so what's so scary?
Am I dead or am I alive?
I die and I live.
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Thank you very much everyone! ! ＞＜
Purpose: proceed from reality, seek truth from facts, reject feudal superstition