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The next day.

When Bo Gucheng got up, his mind was a little sore.

He glanced at the bed where he was lying in his clothes, the documents halfway through the table, and the window that was blown open by the wind...

When did he fall asleep last night? Why didn’t he have any impression of it?

I vaguely remember that I was quite angry last night and was so angry that I wanted to get angry, but when I woke up, I felt a headache, and the depression in my heart disappeared.

When did you become so broad-minded?

Hearing his voice as he got up, Chen Long came in with his tablet computer outside the door to report the task.

After saying a few words, he was interrupted by Bo Gucheng: "Did I do anything special last night?"

It would be fine if you didn't mention it, but Chen Long was almost crying: "Master, we were too ruthless when you practiced last night. My waist was almost broken - you knocked it over with your shoulder and almost broke it in half."

Is this special enough?

Bo Gucheng pondered: "There is nothing else?"

Chen Long: "You knocked us down... and then came back to sleep in disgust. There was nothing else."

Brothers aren't special enough?

Bo Gucheng pinched his eyebrows and said, "Stop reporting."

"Master, after finding out last time that your second brother Bo Huanxi was related to Qingcheng's corpse burial, don't you suspect that there is someone behind his idiot?"

"We kept staring at him and finally found a clue."

"He is a playboy who believes in fortune telling and often throws money to a group of warlocks."

Bo Gucheng sneered: "What's his fortune?"

Chen Long was a little embarrassed: "When will he inherit the property of Bo family... and, when will you...hehe, die. It was circulated in the imperial capital circle before that your death on your 25th birthday was the first news he released. That's why those blind fortune tellers are really nonsense..."

Bo Gucheng looked unpredictable, as if he heard others say that he had a short life, and he had long been accustomed to it: "Are you wasting my time with this kind of unnutritional intelligence?"

"No, Master, listen to me, the point is that Bo Huanxi's most superstitious fortune teller also often goes to and from the Nangong family!"

“So what?”

It’s okay for Chen Long to not mention Nangong Mo. As soon as he mentioned it, Bo Gucheng remembered why he got angry last night, “I love fortune telling so much, why don’t he calculate when he dies.”

It saves the thing from shaking in front of Miss Zuer.

"Master Bo, I didn't think that Nangong Mo and Bo Huanxi were superstitious about fortune tellers. What's wrong with them? At most, they didn't have good scientific and cultural levels. If you want to predict, you should find players like Zuer, who are highly intelligent and academically overbearing, right? What are the skills of those fortune tellers? His most famous achievement recently seems to be selling a piece of talisman paper to the vice president to get what he wants. As a result, the vice president was diagnosed with a terminal illness and short life for ten years hahahahahaha really worked..."

Just when Chen Long was talking, he was getting farther and farther and farther on the road of reporting and gossip, and Bo Gucheng almost got impatient to knock him out.

He finally got to the point.

"...Master, the point is that this master has been appearing in Qingcheng Mountain recently. Qingcheng Mountain, but the brothers died tragically where the corpse was buried. We thought Bo Huanxi was not the murderer, because if he killed someone, there was no need to bury the corpse into a six-pointed star formation, but it would be different if it was a fortune teller. I heard that this fortune teller is the most proficient in fortune telling, but Feng Shui Ge..."

The so-called Feng Shui geomantics, in layman's terms, means choosing the Feng Shui direction of the grave.

Most people would never imagine setting up magic circles in the cemetery.

But it is not certain that people specialize in feng shui of graves.

The details of coincidence are connected step by step, and some truths seem to be only one step away.

"What's this person's name?" Bo Gucheng's eyes turned deeper.

"Wu Ming, Master Wu Ming."

"Bo Huanxi, Nangong Mo, Wu Ming..." Bo Gucheng's voice turned cold, his tone turned sharply, and he suddenly asked unexpectedly-

"Where is she?"
Chapter completed!