Han He looked at the woman with some anger and said, "Didn't you say you can do whatever you want? Now, Guanhai is being controlled by others? Wang Jingzhe has nothing, but we sent hostages over. Don't tell me that this is the result of your calculations, play with us?"

The woman frowned and said calmly: "The result we want is that Wang Jingzhe will surrender. You don't have to worry about the process. I can tell you, the result is very clear, and he can't solve it at all. As for Han Guanhai, you don't have to worry about it now. Others are not dead. Just wait quietly, Wang Jingzhe is almost finished."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure!"

At this time, Wang Jingzhe was still lying on the coffin. He had not moved for a long time. His eyes were on Wang Xianzhi's head. He was hurt, and he forced himself to lift his mind and ask his tongue to wake him up.

"People died yesterday. According to the rules here, we have to put them in the ancestral grave today..."

Wang Jingzhe remembered what the old man said before, and saw that although the gravel in the coffin had a pungent smell and corpse spots appeared in some places, the death time was not long, and it would not last more than three days at most. However, Wang Jingzhe had never contacted Wang Xianzhi in the past few days.

His heart was beating, and suddenly his knees bent and he knelt down next to the coffin. Then he kowtowed heavily. When he straightened his waist, he whispered: "Dad, you have been working for me for more than 20 years and wanting me to live safely and soundly. Who would have thought that you would not wait until that day, the revenge of your son's father is irreconcilable. No matter whether I can defeat that divine punishment, no matter what the price I pay, I have to avenge you. I may disappoint you, but I will not kill the person who harmed you thousands of times. I, Wang Jingzhe, be a son of man, and have no face to meet the ancestors of the Wang family. Dad, you should leave first."

After Wang Jingzhe finished speaking, he kowtowed on the ground and said disrespectful. Then he reached out to take out a piece of flesh and blood from the coffin and placed it on the ground. Then he cut his finger and dripped a drop of blood on it. Wang Jingzhe slowly closed his eyes and began to calculate when Wang Xianzhi died, where he died, and who was killed.

Logically speaking, the diviners do not count the direct bloodline of their own. A fortune teller can at most feel when his life is approaching. This is the limit. Once he can count himself and his relatives, he will have to pay a huge price. Otherwise, the fortune teller can calculate the emperor for his family. Isn’t this the same as pressing a cheating device?

But the knife credit man also has a set of algorithms that can calculate his relatives, but the price is not small, so no matter whether it is Wang Xianzhi, Wang Jingzhe or Wang Dongzhi, he will not dare to use it easily unless it is absolutely necessary.

This situation is already a must for Wang Jingzhe. No matter what the price he pays, he has to find out the person who killed Wang Xianzhi.

At the beginning of Wang Jingzhe's calculation, his face turned pale, his forehead was covered with sweat, and then his whole body was wet. He forced himself to grit his teeth and still calculated down, but suddenly a scene that he absolutely unexpectedly appeared. That is, Wang Jingzhe only deduced that Wang Xianzhi was Chaoge, but he couldn't push it any further down, as if something was blocking his fortune.

Now, Wang Jingzhe couldn't help but feel angry. He had already planned to do anything to do anything, so he forced himself to push it again. As time passed by, there was still no progress, but he began to tremble unstoppably. He had consumed almost half of his essence, qi and blood.

"Puff!" Wang Jingzhe couldn't help it, and opened his mouth and spit out an old blood, and then murmured: "What, why can't I push it anymore? Who is the other party? Could it be that the cause of my father's death be blocked?"

What you have to say is that in terms of IQ and reaction, Wang Jingzhe must be much worse than Xiaocao. He is more stubborn than a straightforward person. After Wang Jingzhe always believed that Wang Xianzhi was killed by someone, this idea and thought was always in his mind, and he did not make any changes at all. He still calculated and deduced it down.

It's like there is a kind of person in the world who never turns back after hitting the south wall and insists on pushing the wall. He belongs to this kind of person, but sadly, the wall cannot be pushed at all.

Because, even Wang Xianzhi is not dead, what can he calculate?

At this time, it is very slow, but the pace of development is actually very fast.

Han He was used to being surprised outside the cemetery. When he saw Wang Jingzhe beside the coffin, crying, dazed and then bleeding blood, he really didn't understand what this person was doing, so he asked the woman next to him.

The woman said lightly: "Their fortune tellers have a rule, that is, they cannot be considered as relatives who are related by blood, otherwise the cost will be more than worth the cost. Wang Jingzhe made this taboo. If it counts endlessly, wouldn't he be in trouble?"

"How do you know he can count?"

The other party sneered and explained: "If you know your father is dead, don't you want to find the murderer?"

Han He said in surprise: "You killed Wang Jingzhe's father? Wouldn't that be a great retribution?"

The woman shook her head and said, "I don't even know who his father is. What should I use to kill? I have never seen him. I know where his father is? Even if I know, it may not be possible to kill him or not."

"Then, Wang Jingzhe, what, why..." Han He was dumbfounded for a while, and soon reacted: "Is it fake?"

The woman suddenly breathed a sigh of relief very rarely. She murmured: "I'm just waiting for him to calculate. Such a psychedelic array is to make him have this illusion. Fortunately, Wang Jingzhe did not disappoint me. He still didn't understand that everything was fake."
Chapter completed!