Rebirth of the Super Calculator

Chapter 13 Departing for Beijing (2)
Yang Xin Lu fell into a drowsy sleep, feeling that someone was calling her beside her ear, and it didn't stop for a moment, it was really endless.

The nice voice seemed to be insisting on waking her up, and it was very patient.

Yang Xin was overwhelmed by the disturbance, and suddenly opened his eyes, seeing the darkness in front of him.

The voice next to her ear was still clamoring, well, she knew who it was.

Hmph, she was wondering how to find this great uncle so that she could avenge her kick, so he came to her door.

This time, she didn't need to remind her with a voice, she just looked over her head, and sure enough, that such a beautiful face was not exactly that uncle.

"Uncle Tai." Yang Xinlu suddenly smiled sweetly, and said softly, "Come down."

Sure enough, when he heard the word Taishu, that handsome face darkened, but he still floated down and floated in front of Yang Xinlu.

Yang Xinlu grabbed his sleeve, showing a face of a villain, and smiled sinisterly.

Immediately, a scream resounded throughout the underworld, making people afraid to listen to it, this is the voice of their prison master!haha.

"You, you," on that handsome face, the corners of his mouth twisted, gasping strangely.

Haha, Yang Xinlu only felt that the villain in her heart was laughing with her hands on her hips, who would have kicked herself off to return her sunglasses.

"Huh," a certain dog expressed that he was very angry, and the consequences would be serious.

Yang Xinlu touched his nose and tugged at his sleeve: "Uncle Tai, does it really hurt?"

"Hmph." A certain Tsundere turned her head away, not speaking.

"Oh." Yang Xinlu let go of her sleeve, pretending to be regretful and said, "Since Grand Uncle has nothing to do, I'll go back first."

"Wait, wait." A certain dog turned around and grabbed Yang Xinlu who was about to leave.

"You know, the calculation masters of all dynasties have to pay the price of knowing the destiny."A certain joke is a joke, but the business must not be sloppy at all.

"Knowing the price of destiny?" Yang Xin was puzzled, this, she really didn't know, she thought that being a fortune teller was a kind of ability bestowed by God.

"Well, yes, according to my investigation of the Anzong, your mother should be paying the price." A certain ghost, Tai Shu Yiqing's face was extremely serious.

"Then, do you know where my mother is now?" What Yang Xinlu wanted to know most was this.

A certain serious expression suddenly dropped, and said aggrievedly: "I don't know."

Yang Xinlu despised him in her heart, but she was too embarrassed to hit him too hard: "You are the prisoner of the underworld, don't you know?"

"I really don't know." A certain dog said aggrievedly, and then pulled Yang Xinlu's little hand to paint and paint: "My father is the biggest leader here, he is the palace master, and I am just the prison master."

"Okay," Yang Xinlu had an epiphany, and said, "So you're really just a warden."

"It's the prison master." A certain one justified.

"Is there any difference between the prison head and the prison master?" Yang Xinlu stroked his forehead.

"Yes, the head of the prison, it's not elegant, the head of the prison is even more elegant." A certain one said seriously.

"Where do you send me?" Yang Xinlu didn't want to talk nonsense anymore.

"But, I haven't finished yet." A certain one glanced at Yang Xinlu, his eyes shining brightly.

"What do you say."

"Well, I just said that there is a price to be paid for knowing the destiny. You are a fortune teller, and you have to pay the price if you know the destiny." A gleam flashed in a certain eye.

(End of this chapter)