While the detective hand was moving frequently, I raised my hand and looked at my watch. The hands just passed eleven o'clock.
Ye Xun's calculation is that Song Feihang died at midnight. From eleven o'clock to one o'clock in the morning, it is midnight. There is no specific time. Even if Song Feihang died at twelve fifty-nine, Ye Xun's calculation cannot be regarded as a mistake.
In other words, for two full hours, the detective must remain on full alert, which is a test for everyone.
The detective hand who had chosen the position made no sound, and the others did not move at all. Only the sound of Song Feihang shaking the bamboo tube rose and fell in the inn.
Within half an hour, I felt the clanging of copper plates begin to stir my nerves. The frequency of my heartbeat unknowingly began to rise and fall with the sound of copper coins, and my heart couldn't help but feel a slight pain.
I subconsciously pressed my hand on my heart, and turned my head to look in the direction of Ye Xun. The latter's face also looked a little pale: "Sein Feihang is in a trance, try not to look at him."
I've heard people say that trance is to enter a state of extreme concentration, which is what many masters call "the unity of heaven and man". It is completely unaffected by the outside world, and can even affect the surrounding aura, making people close to it uncomfortable. Stop consciously without disturbing the other person or following his rhythm.
Song Feihang's aura can directly affect more than ten meters away, which shows that he has fallen into an extreme concentration, but he is gradually unable to withstand the pressure brought by the crazy deduction, and his heart is beginning to be unable to bear the load.
If this continues, it won't take long for Song Feihang to die suddenly on the spot, and Ye Xun's calculation will be completely fulfilled.
Ren Tianqing couldn't help but said: "Commander, do you want to interrupt Song Feihang? If he continues like this... "
While Bai Yan was lowering his head and thinking, Yin Qingquan spoke first: "The state of trance can be encountered but cannot be sought. Many people have difficulty in trance throughout their lives. If you interrupt him now, you can certainly save the other party. However, it is also equivalent to Stopped a legend.”
Yin Qingquan's meaning is very obvious: if Song Feihang is predicting the future, the results he gets after entering the trance will definitely be extremely accurate; once he interrupts the opponent, the detective will lose the opportunity to open the cemetery of immortals and demons.
Now, what Bai Yan needs to consider is: Do you want a living Sein Feihang, or should you trade Sein Feihang's life for a fortune
Ren Tianqing couldn't help but said: "The fate of the secret is illusory. Is it worth sacrificing a brother to fight for the secret that has no basis?"
Yin Qingquan said in a deep voice: "If you want to find immortals and demons, you must first break the destiny. Commander Bai has already made a conclusion. Do you still want to question it?"
"I..." As soon as Ren Tianqing said a word, Juefa interrupted: "If we don't touch Song Feihang, he will definitely die before Chou Shi. Only by interrupting him can we break his fate. Isn't our ultimate goal just to destroy his life?" What?"
Yin Qingquan objected again: "Senior brother, I know what you mean very well. But you can't give up the long-term for the sake of immediate benefits!"
Juefa said in a dark voice: "If we can't solve the immediate problem, why talk about the long term?"
During the quarrel between the two people on the other side, I couldn't help but look at Ye Xun. The latter shook his head slightly and signaled to me: Don't do anything, just look at the other person quietly.
I turned around again, and out of the corner of my eye I caught sight of a detective hand closest to us.
The other party's face had become as pale as paper, and the cold sweat on his head was dripping like water. His legs were bending again and again as if they could not support the weight of his body.
His heart couldn't bear the frequency of copper coins.
When I turned my head to look at the other person, the man had already knelt down on the ground with a thump. He let out two whimpering sounds from his throat like a wild animal before dying, and then twitched and fell to the ground.
The companions around the man were about to go over to rescue him, but Yin Qingquan shouted: "No one moves, keep your position, even if the sky falls, don't move."
A few of the detective hands returned to their original positions. The sound of wind outside the inn suddenly increased a bit. The sound of yellow sand hitting the walls became more frequent. The flying sand was like a raging wave hitting the walls continuously. The whole inn was like a It was violently shaking in the wind and sand.
The sound of Song Feihang's copper coins also increased, as if he wanted to compete with the wind for supremacy. Although I couldn't see Song Feihang's movements, I could tell from the sound that his palms were flying up and down.
The sound of copper coins hitting the bamboo tube violently erupted again and again in the intervals of the wind. More and more detective hands began to be unable to hold on, showing expressions of pain. Some people could not help but let go of their weapons and cover their hearts. .
Juefa said sternly: "Yin Qingquan, look outside for yourself. Do you want our entire army to be annihilated?"
Yin Qingquan snorted coldly and did not answer. After Bai Yan fell silent, he said in a deep voice: "Interrupt him! I want to try, can my destiny be changed?"
Although it was Ren Tianqing's suggestion to interrupt Song Feihang, she did not move.
Yin Qingquan had no intention of interrupting Song Feihang from the beginning, and naturally had no intention of taking action.
Only Juefa stood up. For him, interrupting Song Feihang and deciphering Ye Xun's inference was the most important thing. Other factors were not within the scope of his consideration.
Juefa stood up and walked behind Song Feihang, putting his hand on his shoulder: "Wake up, you are in trouble..."
Before Juefa finished speaking, he was knocked back two steps away by an invisible force coming from Song Feihang. When he finally regained his balance, the darkness surrounding Song Feihang seemed to be defeated by something.
When Song Feihang's figure appeared in my sight again, his hair had become white, his face was dry, and his voice sounded like a bellows: "You shouldn't stop me."
Juefa covered his injured wrist: "If you don't interrupt, you will die."
"If I can calculate the fate of immortals and demons, I will die without regrets." Song Feihang said: "Mr. Ye is indeed a master in the world. From the time I started the hexagram when I was a child, I knew that I would definitely die within an hour."
"If you keep me in the state of trance, I will run out of life and die in the middle of my life. If you interrupt my calculation, I can live for another quarter of an hour, that is, I will die in the middle of my life. This is my fate. , I can’t hide.”
While Song Feihang was talking, I instinctively glanced at my watch. It was exactly 11:45, and a quarter of an hour later it was exactly 12 o'clock, which was exactly midnight.
Song Feihang coughed several times before saying: "Mr. Ye, you can calculate 90% of the time without being in a trance, which is beyond my reach. Originally, I might have surpassed Mr. Ye after being in a trance, but it's a pity..."
Song Feihang changed the subject and said: "I had already reached the critical moment, but you suddenly interrupted me. I failed to calculate the final key! What you interrupted was not only my destiny, but also your own destiny."
Yin Qingquan's expression suddenly changed: "What did I say? You can't interrupt the calculation. What about now?"
"Fart!" Juefa roared angrily: "Can you believe those illusory things? Didn't Ye Xun say that Song Feihang would die on the lamp? Where is the lamp? Where is it?"
Song Feihang seemed to have not heard the quarrel between the two people and said to himself: "Mr. Ye's calculations about supernatural powers, I believe what he said. However, I don't know how I died on the lamp. After a while... In a little while everything will be revealed.”
Although Song Feihang's voice was weak, it suppressed the quarrel between the two people.
Song Feihang stretched out a hand and reluctantly patted the notes on the table: "I was just trying to deduce all the things that were going to happen before I died. At first, I wanted to deduce based on people, but I realized that I didn’t have time to calculate everyone’s fate. Moreover, calculating people has nothing to do with immortals and demons, so I changed to calculating by time.”
Seinfeld said: "After I calculated for seventy-two hours in a row, the hexagram reached the key point. Unfortunately..."
Song Feihang was still regretting that he had not calculated the last hexagram, but he could not fully express his regret, so he changed the topic: "If Mr. Ye's calculation comes true later, this notebook of mine can help you survive your seventies." Two hours. After seventy-two hours, if you have not found the cemetery or have not left Tianshakou, you can ask Mr. Ye to take action no matter what. Only Mr. Ye can save you."
Juefa snorted coldly and said, "Scaremongering."
"Haha..." Song Feihang said with a smile: "As a dying person, is there any point in being alarmist?"
Juefa was choked by the other party and couldn't say a word. He could only snort: "There are five minutes left. Where is the light?"
Ren Tianqing couldn't help but said: "Forget it, don't ask anymore, let Brother Song be quiet for a while."
Although Juefa looked ugly, he could not refute Ren Tianqing. After all, anyone wanted to enjoy the last peace before dying.
No one in the room spoke, but I glanced at Sein Feihang who was half leaning on the chair through the gap in the wall. I also wanted to see how a light appeared out of thin air in the room.
As time passed by rapidly, I felt a cold sweat in my hands.
Whether Ye Xun's calculation can succeed or not depends on these last few minutes.
Although I don't believe in ghosts, gods, or destiny, once Ye Xun's calculation is successful, we will have the upper hand, and then I can do my best. Otherwise, what we will face will be a different scene.
I was anxious when I saw Song Feihang take out his mobile phone from his pocket, put his hand on the screen and scroll through the pages.
Whose photo was he probably looking at
As soon as this idea flashed through my mind, I was suddenly shocked: the light was in the phone!
Just when I came to my senses, Song Feihang suddenly laughed and said, "So that's it, Mr. Ye is such a god!"
As soon as Song Feihang finished speaking, he spat out a mouthful of blood, fell on the table with his cell phone pressed, and died.
The four people in the room stood up at the same time. Bai Yan waved his hand and ordered: "No one moves, take out the phone."
After Ren Tianqing carefully moved the phone out from under the body, Bai Yan said with a gloomy expression, "Let's take a look!"