On Wednesday evening, Sifa bought food for two days and pushed open the door of the house on Black Palm Street in "Fortuneteller" Cavan, and saw that today, wearing a classical black robe, the fortuneteller was looking for something. .

　　 "What are you doing?" Sifa put the food on the table and missed something like a refrigerator. If there is a refrigerator in this world, he would not have to venture out to buy food.

　　 "Lan Qi, my cat!"

　　Cavin said nervously: "I can't find it. I just go back to the bedroom to get something, and it's gone."

　　 "It may have gone outside, no, I have to look for it, in case it is lost..."

　　Sifa didn't even think about it, so he caught the fortuneteller who was about to run out: "Perhaps you forgot, someone outside is thinking of you. Besides, it's just a cat. If you lose it, you will lose it."

"Do not!"

　　Cavin said seriously: "It's not only a cat, it's the only family member I have!"

　　 Xifa froze, and then said: "Sorry, I don't know it is so important to you. But, are you not a fortuneteller? You can divination, your cat. No, Lan Qi..."

　　 "Look if it is dangerous and will come back. In short, if it is not necessary, it is better not to go out."

　　Cavin nodded and chose to follow the advice of the bodyguard. He took out a golden day pendant from his neckline and used the pendulum method for divination.

　　Western Law put food, bought newspapers and other things on the table.

　　 Soon he heard Cavinshu's sigh and asked, "What's the result?"

　　 Cavin smiled: "It will be back."

　　 Xifa spread out the newspaper, read it, and said, "That's good, besides, there will be no problem with your divination, right? It's not that Wednesday will be in danger, it's going to be night."

Calvin suddenly grabbed the newspaper in his hand, looked at the date, and then calmly nodded: "There is nothing wrong, I used the dream divination method. In the dream, I read this newspaper and remember the date of September 12th. , But I don’t know the exact time."

　　 "We can get inspiration from destiny, but we can never see the truth of destiny."

　　 The fortuneteller said something very savvy.

　　 Xifa stretched out his hands: "Then you don't have to grab my newspaper..."

　　 Suddenly, Xifa's inspiration was touched. He almost instinctively pounced on the fortune-teller, and as soon as he threw Cavan to the ground, he heard gunshots from outside the street, screams of exclamation, and the sound of broken windows!

　　 followed with a swish, and something was thrown in through the broken window. When Xifa was still on the ground, he had already seen that it turned out to be a bundle of explosives!

　　 Even the sound of cursing was not enough, Sifa pulled up Cavan and rushed into the next bedroom.

　　 The bundle of explosives fell to the ground, and the fuse just burned out. There was a flash of fire in the living room, followed by a loud bang, crimson gushing, and the flames slammed out of the windows, and the tongue of the fire fluttered before retracting.

　　 The living room of the fortune-teller has been in a mess. There are huge cracks in the walls, and countless gravels are shaking from the ceiling. The masonry house was faltered by the explosion.

　　 In the bedroom, Sifa pushed away the debris on them, dragging out the fortuneteller who was choked by the smoke and coughing.

　　 "Quickly, get out of here."

　　 Xifa is fortunate now that there is no grenade in this world, and a fuse is needed to detonate explosives. This somewhat bought him some time.

　　 Otherwise, he might be fine, and it would be difficult for Cavin to say.

　　 When he came to the window, Xifa had to get out of the window first. Suddenly there was a needle-like pain on the back of his hand, and then a scene emerged in his mind: When he got out of the window, he was shot in the alley by a gloomy man with yellowish soft hair.

　　Sifah still got through the window, and quickly moved to the left side of the alley. Sure enough, there was a man standing there, with his pale yellow soft hair lying on his forehead. He raised his pistol with a gloomy expression, sank his elbows, and fired calmly.

　　 bang bang bang—

　　 Three consecutive shots hit Xifa. But this Sifa quickly flattened and was torn by bullets like paper.

　　 Xifa, who appeared from another part of the alley, had already set aside ‘Blood Praise’, pointed at the man’s head, and shot!

The man with light yellow soft hair did not turn his head, his eyes suddenly darkened, the bullet that rushed to his head suddenly turned a corner and hit the wooden box next to it, leaving a teacup on the box. The gap.

　　 Xifa was startled, what kind of ability is this? He didn't think about it, and poured the bullets from the gun to the opponent one after another. Three or four bullets have been turned round and shot, and the man has bought time to hide behind a pile of debris.

　　 He shrank behind the pile of debris that served as a cover, took a breath, and said in a slightly strange accent; "Don't be nosy!"

　　 responded to him with several burning matchboxes, which fell into different corners of the alley, one of which was right in front of the man.

　　 Suddenly the flame in the box in front of him jumped high, and a figure jumped out of the flame. The man immediately caught a dirty, tattered doll next to him and threw it over.

　　 Xifa only found it inexplicable, but he turned his head to avoid it, and at the same time poured his spirituality into the "Twisted Ring", and instantly activated the "mental confusion".

　　 At the same time, he raised his hand and shot.

　　 The man who had already made evasive actions after throwing the doll out, after successfully turning a bullet and shooting it crookedly, he suddenly became clumsy.

He stepped back uncontrollably, trying to raise his gun to drive Xifa back, but threw the revolver to the ground. Just when he looked funny like a clown, Xifa was already approaching and took the remaining bullets closer. The distance, blasted towards the opponent.

　　 Only one bullet turned strangely this time, and the other two hit the opponent. The extraordinary abilities they carried, ‘cursing blood and fire’ and ‘mass of bleeding’ played a role. The man’s shoulder was burning with a **** flame, and his right hand was bleeding.

He raised his hand as if he wanted to exert a certain ability on Sifa~lightnovelpub.net~ but his arm was not lifted, his mind was in a mess, his concentration was unable to concentrate, and the large amount of blood loss made his whole body weak, so he could only watch Xifa took out another golden revolver and pointed it at himself.

boom!

　　 After the gunshot, there was a scribbled surface made of blood red and white on the wall.

　　 sniffed, and confirmed that the man was dead, Xifa breathed a sigh of relief. He hurriedly put away the revolver, and searched in the alley, collecting the warheads one by one, so as not to fall into the hands of officials, who would use divination or other means to obtain his own information.

Calvin climbed out of the window, looked at the man lying on the ground with a bullet hole on his eyebrows, and said with lingering fear: "Fortunately, I hired you, Mr. Bodyguard. Otherwise, the one lying on the ground now may be I am."

After all the warheads had been recovered, Sifa went into the house again, retrieved his belongings, and said, "Don’t be too busy to thank me. To psychic."

　　 The fortuneteller said immediately: "I know there is a place to go."

　　 At this time, there was a cat cry, and Cavan's blue cat jumped from the other side of the wall and came to him.

　　 picked it up, and Calvin rubbed it on top of its head: "Fate really didn't deceive me."

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