Mr. Shui Jing immediately took out a diamond-shaped mirror from his pocket. The mirror had two sides, both of which could illuminate people.

It's just that the mirror surface is blurry, as if it's covered with a veil, and only the human figure can be slightly reflected in the mirror...

At this moment, Mr. Shui Jing was seen placing the rhombus mirror in front of him, blocking the sight of both parties.

"Next, I need you to stare at this mirror until your appearance is clearly reflected on it. Is it clear?"

Ren Jie curled his lips: "What kind of magic prop is this? I have to see how much a perverted old woman like you weighs today! Just watch."

So, Ren Jie stared at the mirror...

As for Mr. Shui Jing behind the mirror, his cloudy old eyes shone brightly, and his expression became solemn...

"The human heart is like a mirror. When the mind is confused, it is reflected; when the mind is calm, it is clear!"

"You know your fate when you look in the mirror? Open!"

At this moment, Mr. Shui Jing also stared at the back of the rhombus mirror.

The courtyard suddenly became quiet. If you look closely, you can see that the stinky chess basket, cockroach crawler, and others all had serious expressions...

If the fortune teller is really only a charlatan, how can he stay in the martial arts hall?

They knew exactly what this fortune telling meant.

At this moment, even Tao Yaoyao and Wen Muzhi became curious. What kind of new trick is this?

When he told us our fortunes, he didn't use a mirror. Jiang Jiuli only had an expectant look on her face. She had no doubts about Mr. Shui Jing.

As Ren Jie looked at the mirror, he really felt that his reflection on the mirror gradually became clearer as time went by.

But at this moment, Mr. Shui Jing was sweating constantly on his forehead and his body was shaking, but he was trying his best to keep the mirror surface stable.

The mirror surface behind the prism is chaotic, but when this chaotic picture falls in the eyes of Mr. Shui Jing, it is completely different...

I saw light and shadow flowing in her cloudy old eyes, countless images flashed by, and then two tears of blood flowed out. The deathly aura on her body became thicker, the veins on her forehead popped, and her expression became ferocious.

Jiang Jiuli swallowed: "Mr. Shui Jing? You..."

But before she could make a move, the stinky chess basket pressed her shoulders and shook her head seriously...

In a daze, Mr. Shui Jing felt that he was about to break through the dark fog in front of his eyes and see something important.

But a large mouthful of blood spurted out from her eyes, her eyes went black, and her orifices were bleeding.

Ren Jie:???

"I said...we can't act this realistically. I'm afraid that if you die and die opposite me, your orifices will bleed again? Can we come up with some new ideas?"

But Mr. Shui Jing stopped him sternly:

"do not move!"

Ren Jie was startled, she didn't sound like she was joking.

At this moment, Shui Jing finally saw the destiny under the black mist!

It was a place shrouded in endless demonic mist. The demonic energy was steaming, blocking out the moon and the sun, and darkness seemed to be the only color.

And in the center of the devil's prison, endless corpses covered the wilderness. On top of the corpses, there was a throne made of corpses.

Ren Jie sat on the throne, and the billowing demonic energy turned into his shawl. He held the throne with one hand, and held a bright red heart in the other hand, which was still beating.

The dark devil horns on his head soared into the sky, and a peerless devil dragon was stepping on his feet. A pair of devil eyes bloomed with scarlet light, and the billowing magic power bloomed, overwhelming the entire audience.

Like the immortal devil in the devil's prison, the absolute master, the devil who controls everything, looking at the endless darkness with contempt...

Under him, all the demons bowed their heads and knelt on the ground, trembling under the might of this brilliant demon.

Shui Jing was completely unable to withstand the pressure of this demonic power, and she began to tremble. She even felt that her body was about to be crushed.

But he still stared with his eyes wide open.

Behind the throne, there was also a dark figure whose face could not be seen clearly, covered by a hood and cloak. There was a crow standing on its shoulder, and there was only endless coldness in its scarlet eyes.

The next moment, Ren Jie stood up on the throne. As he stood up, the demonic energy surged wildly in the demon prison, and all the demons roared...

In the endless magic mist, terrifying auras awakened, and their scarlet eyes lit up one after another, like the blood moon.

Ren Jie stood up and stepped down from the throne, his face full of coldness, and he walked in the dark devil's prison with a sinister smile.

Behind him, the great terror in the magic mist walks with him, turning into a background to follow closely behind him. Behind him, demons dance wildly, and all the gods are hidden!

At this moment, he is the lord of all demons, the unparalleled king of darkness!

And the direction he was traveling was exactly the east, the direction of the human race... Daxia.

Ren Jie, who was walking at night in the Demon Prison, seemed to have noticed something, squinting and looking forward...

Shui Jing's pupils shrank sharply. In her eyes, everything disappeared, and only those cold demon eyes remained in the world!

"Pfft"

A large mouthful of blood spurted out from the water mirror, and the prism shattered on the spot and fell to the ground.

Shui Jing also staggered back two steps and sat down on the ground, her face extremely pale, and her eyes turned into two blood holes, and her eyeballs exploded.

Ren Jie's eyes were full of horror:

"Okay, okay, I know you can tell fortunes, right?"

"In order to prove that you can tell fortunes, is it okay if your eyeballs explode? Do you want to try this hard?"

Are you blind? I can’t learn from this backlash?

But the rest of the group looked at Mr. Shui Jing solemnly:

"What did you figure out?"

I saw Mr. Shui Jing coughing blood and getting up from the ground tremblingly, his face full of surprise and uncertainty.

"you…"

Before he could say anything, he just said one word. Mr. Shui Jing lay on the ground and coughed violently, coughing out black blood, which was mixed with rotten internal organs.

Abscesses began to appear on the surface of her skin, and her flesh and blood rotted away. The rich air of death was even visible to the naked eye, and the air of life was extremely weak, as if it would burst away at any time.

The cockroach crawler said anxiously: "The fortune teller is finally going to die? Come on, come on! The pimp, you are ready, don't worry, we will give you a ride!"

"Why don't you tell me what you calculated before you die?"

However, before Mr. Shui Jing could reply, a jet-black thunder tainted with an ominous aura fell from the sky in broad daylight, striking Mr. Shui Jing directly.

Ren Jie's scalp was numb and the hairs all over his body stood on end.

Although this thing is not as terrifying as Mei Qian's natural disaster, it still gives people a feeling of extreme danger, and they instinctively want to avoid it and don't want to be contaminated in the slightest.

The stinky chess basket suddenly moved out of the way, guarding Tao Yaoyao, Ren Jie and others behind him, showing no intention of going up to help.

I saw Mr. Shui Jing, who had been burping just a moment ago, turned red in the face, grabbed the walking stick, and hurriedly dodged to one side as light as a swallow.

She was so nimble that she didn't look like an old lady, and she managed to avoid the strike of the dark thunder.

But the black thunder kept falling, chasing the water mirror and striking hard!

Mr. Shui Jing was as nimble as a monkey, jumping up and down in the martial arts hall, flying over eaves and walking over walls, dodging lightning strikes, and constantly vomiting blood.

"I know! I know! I was wrong! Isn't it okay if I don't say anything? I don't say a word?"

"I'm convinced, really convinced, am I?"

Under Mr. Shui Jing's constant begging for mercy, finally no thunder fell from the sky.

The yard is full of traces of lightning strikes.

I saw Mr. Shui Jing lying in the yard, panting violently, coughing up blood from time to time, and it seemed that he could swallow the remaining breath at any time...

Ren Jie swallowed, with a look of shock on his face: "No... I'm not going to die? If I die, I can be responsible for helping with the cremation. I'm also very professional at mourning graves!"
Chapter completed!