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Chapter 67 Bloody Disaster

Zhao Jinhong's complexion changed, and in an instant, he stood up and shouted, "Speak clearly..."

"Master Zhao...Master Zhao..." At this moment, the sexy young lady's face was full of horror, her face turned pale with fright, and she quickly said: "Tonight, I will go to Bar Street with Mr. Zhao... At that time, it was a little earlier, and it happened that at the entrance of the bar street, I saw a fortune-telling boy who set up a stall... He said it was... 1000 yuan for a fortune-telling... At that time, Mr. Zhao had a whim... So he asked that person to do a fortune-telling The hexagram...the result...the man said...Mr. Zhao will be bloody tonight, what else... what...he can help Mr. Zhao solve it, he only needs Mr. Zhao to pay a suitable price..."

"At that time... Mr. Zhao and I thought we had met a charlatan... we didn't take it seriously... so we went into the bar..."

She explained what happened clearly.

After listening to it, Zhao Jinhong and the four elders all had expressions of surprise on their faces.

"Take her away." Zhao Jinhong waved his hand.

The man in the suit standing at the back stepped forward and led the lady away from the Zhao residence.

In the living room, only Zhao Jinhong and the four elders were left.

Elder Tan took a deep breath, with a solemn expression, and said, "If what this woman said is true, then... in this world, is there really someone who is capable of predicting things?"

Mr. Zhou smiled coldly and said: "Whether it is a prophet or not is still open to discussion. I'm afraid... I met Mr. Zhao's enemy. Maybe there is a conspiracy in it. Mr. Zhao suddenly became abnormal, maybe it was the fortune teller. Move your hand."

The strength of the four elders is no small matter.

However, although they are powerful, they do not understand this divination technique.

As the saying goes, there is a specialization in the art industry, and divination is a method of Taoism. Ordinary folk practitioners may specialize in the arts and supernatural powers, but they don't know much about fortune-telling and geomantic omen. few.Otherwise, how could the four elders not see such a big thing happening in the Feng Shui of the Zhao family?
Of course, for the four of them, they also have doubts, and they don't believe that there are such gods and men in this world.

After all, even their master Ning Yuanshan, who had reached the pinnacle of cultivation, did not understand these methods of divination and feng shui.

Among the Taoist sects, there are five arts in total, namely: mountain, medicine, fate, physiognomy, and divination.

The so-called "mountain" refers to the method of cultivation, which is divided into refining qi, congealing pills, talisman and so on.

And "medicine" is a method of treating human diseases and maintaining health. For example, traditional Chinese medicine that has been passed down in the East for thousands of years, as well as the "Thirteen Techniques of Zhuyou" and "Huangdi Neijing", etc., can all be classified into the category of "medicine".

Fate is to understand a person's good fortune, good fortune, etc. through deduction of numerology.

Physiognomy, including human appearance, family appearance, tomb appearance, etc., knowledge such as Fengshui geomancy and physiognomy, etc., all fall into this category.

The last category is "divination", which focuses on measuring one's aura and determining good or bad luck. Generally speaking, this type of method is somewhat similar to "fate", but it is different when subdivided.

Lin Zhe, as a member of the Taoist sect, learned from famous teachers, so naturally he has a little knowledge of all five types of dharma. Although the four elders are strong, they only stay on the "mountain" knowledge.

Mr. Qin said: "Mr. Zhao has a sudden abnormality. This matter... It seems that only the so-called fortune teller knows about it... Now, even the hospital can't do anything... Anyway, there is a very close relationship between that person and this matter... The big thing is, if you want Mr. Zhao right now, you can only invite the fortune teller and make a decision."

Zhao Jinhong looked majestic, snorted coldly, and said, "No matter what, I have to invite that person here. I want to see... who the hell is..."

"Master, don't worry, tonight, we will find the fortune teller. If he comes in a bad way, with the four of us around, we will definitely not let him escape unscathed."

The four elders looked resolute and said every word sonorously.

After discussing with each other, they ordered their subordinates to search for Lin Zhe's whereabouts.

Lin Zhe had set up a stall on the bar street all night. It would not be difficult to find Lin Zhe's whereabouts. What's more, Zhao Jinhong was so powerful that almost all the people in Zhao's mansion were mobilized with one order.

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On this side, Lin Zhe returned to the rental house from the bar street, put away his things, tidied up, lay down and went to sleep.

This time, I slept soundly.

In a daze, at midnight or four o'clock, there was a knock on the door outside.

Lin Zhe, who was sleeping, sat up. The room was pitch black, and he couldn't see his fingers.

Lin Zhe turned on the light, got out of bed, walked to the door, and opened it.

As soon as the door was opened, there were only two men in suits with serious faces standing outside.

Lin Zhe smiled and said, "Are you looking for me?"

The two men were about to speak, but when they heard Lin Zhe's question, they were taken aback and looked at each other.

"Are you the one who tells the fortune on Bar Street tonight?"

A man hesitated for a moment before asking.

Lin Zhe nodded and said, "That's right, it's me."

"I'm visiting late at night. Excuse me. My boss is here to invite you, sir, to come with us." The man in the suit said politely.

After hearing this, Lin Zhe seemed to think of something, and said with a smile, "What's your boss's name?"

"My surname is Zhao."

"Okay, I'll go with you."

Lin Zhe tidied up, and then went downstairs with two men in suits.

As the morning approached, it was pitch black, and the streets were empty, except for a Bentley car parked.

The car sped away and headed straight towards Zhao's residence.

Along the way, Lin Zhe sat quietly without saying anything.

The atmosphere was a little dull for a while.

The man in the suit sitting beside him seemed to look him up and asked, "What's your name, sir?"

"Lin Daoqing."

Lin Zhe said lightly.

He knew that the sudden arrival of two strangers this time must be related to what happened tonight.

When he was away from home, Lin Zhe didn't want to report his family's name, so he said his Taoist name. Of course, he believed that with the so-called Boss Zhao's ability, it would not be difficult to find out his identity.

"Mr. Lin, you will arrive at the gate in a while. Get out of the car and go in by yourself... The boss is waiting for you inside..." The man in the suit said cautiously.

"it is good."

After a while, they came to the gate of Zhao Mansion.

Looking inside, it was pitch black, except for the bright lights in the hall.

Under the night, the entire Zhao Mansion was unusually quiet, and there seemed to be no one in sight.

The open big iron door was cold, as if waiting for Lin Zhe's arrival.

The man in the suit got out of the car, opened the car door for Lin Zhe respectfully, made a "please" gesture, and said, "Mr. Lin, please..."

(End of this chapter)