Chapter 814

They only believe in themselves who have lost their heads and shed their blood on the battlefield.

I'm afraid the rules of knocking at the door of Tianshu pavilion are also pretended, and they are so mysterious.

In fact, it's all the tricks of the magicians.

I think so, but he still stepped out.

Standing in front of the door, he reached out and knocked three times hesitantly.

Without any movement, Han Yu reached out and pushed the door open.

The door was slowly pushed open, and the light inside was dim. The sunlight shot in through the crack of the door, and the dust floated gently in the air.

He looked up and looked around. There was a gold nanmu horizontal table in the bottom.

Many rich families can't even afford the coffin of Phoebe. A shopkeeper's desk here is Phoebe.

The planks on the ground have very complicated lines, so it looks very complicated. He raised his head gently, and there was a head on it. Han Yu even had a palpitation when she was looking at him.

Because it's so realistic.

Huge heads, even beards. That pair of eyes inlaid with some kind of gem is emitting faint red light. One blink seems to be able to turn the eyeballs.

But he soon discovered the strangeness here.

It's so quiet.

Dreary as hell.

Han Yu took a deep breath

There was no response.

He tentatively stepped in, taking a slow step and saying, "is anyone there?"

This slightly gloomy environment really made him a little nervous, as if every step forward seemed to fall into some strange trap.

He turned his head and looked at it, always under the illusion that the door would close itself.

When Han Yu turned his head again, a shadow stood in front of him, which almost didn't give him a fright.

He took a sharp step back and looked carefully to find that it was just a man with a black cloak.

"You..."

"My guest, what do you want to count?" The man stood behind the table, his cloak covering his body tightly, and he lowered his head slightly. From Han Yu's point of view, he could only see his chin.

A little too white.

The sound is also light, people can't help but think of the deep mountain hot spring, warm and moist, but the surface is floating with cool air, there is a kind of extreme contrast beauty.

"I I'm here to buy something. "

"We don't sell things here."

"Not for sale?" Han Yu scratched her head, "but I don't know where to buy this thing."

The man nodded and asked, "what is it?"

"This one." Han Yu immediately took out a neatly folded rice paper from her sleeve and handed it to her.

The man reached for it, and his hand came out of his cloak. The bones on the back of his hand were very bright, and his fingers were long and white, like the unhealthy white people who had never been out of the house all the year round.

The man only took a look and said, "who asked you to buy this?"

Han Yu's eyebrows wrinkled and immediately felt that something was wrong. "Why, is there something wrong with what you want?"

The man folded the paper and handed it back to Han Yu. "No, it's just that these things are used for divination. Do you know a diviner, my guest?"

What kind of diviner.

Han Yu was disdainful.

It's just the tricksters who cheat and abduct.

But in front of others, Han Yu will not say so.

"It's just that someone at home looks interesting and wants to buy something to relieve the boredom. There's no divination."