A single divination predicts life and death; the entire internet begs me to start a live stream.

The dial indicator on Luo Tiancheng's phone was jumping wildly.

In front.

left.

Riverbed.

Every direction is displayed as the south bank.

"All three are fake!"

Luo Tiancheng's expression changed.

The shadows of the three bridges kept getting closer.

The bridge surface is becoming increasingly narrow.

The guardrails on both sides slowly pressed down on the vehicle.

Suddenly, a series of loud slapping sounds came from under the bridge.

clap clap clap!

It looks like there are hundreds or thousands of hands.

They are splashing against the bridge surface underwater.

next second.

The vehicle chassis bulges upwards.

A pale handprint was imprinted through the steel plate.

The five fingers slowly closed together.

He grabbed Wang Tianhao's ankle.

Wang Tianhao looked down and saw it.

I almost jumped out of my seat.

"Master Chen!"

"There are hands growing inside the car!"

Chen Bufan suppressed it with a yellow talisman.

boom!

The life force surged through the chassis and into the bridge surface.

The pale handprint instantly shattered.

But the fake car ahead was already closing in at the same time.

The driver looked at the faceless convoy ahead.

The voice was strained.

"Which way?"

Chen Bufan kept his hand on the "Destiny Record".

A pale lifeline passes through the shadows of three overlapping bridges.

It continues to move straight ahead.

In reality...

There is only a guardrail on the right side ahead of the lifeline.

Outside the guardrail.

It was a pitch-black river surface.

"Follow the line."

Chen Bufan said.

The driver glanced to his right.

"There's a river over there!"

"Drive over there."

Chen Bufan's tone remained unchanged.

The driver gritted his teeth.

He jerked the steering wheel.

The van drove straight into the guardrail.

Wang Tianhao grabbed the front seat.

"Ah~ I haven't written my will yet!"

boom!

The vehicle crashed into the guardrail.

There was no metal collision.

No glass shattered.

The entire railing resembles a reflection in the water.

It was driven directly through by the car body.

There is no river behind the guardrail.

Instead, it's a gray lane that extends along the bridge structure.

The road is extremely narrow.

There are no lights on either side.

It's like it's always been hidden outside the bridge of reality.

The first police car followed closely behind the lifeline and rushed in.

The second vehicle also turned around.

All three vehicles simultaneously drove into the hidden lane.

Behind.

The three fake cars crashed together with a loud bang.

boom!

There was no fire.

Only a large patch of black water exploded from the bridge surface.

Countless pale arms stretched out from the water.

They instantly entangled the last police car.

The car suddenly stopped.

The rear wheels were forcibly dragged into the black water.

Lin Wanqing immediately grabbed the car door handle.

"accelerate!"

The engine roared wildly.

The vehicle was still reversing.

A sudden gust of wind swept across the bridge.

call--

The crosswind precisely cut off all the water reflections that were entangled in the wheels.

The police car crashed back into the lane.

Charge forward again.

Chen Bufan did not turn around, and slowly pressed down on the "Destiny Record" with his palm.

The pale life line then expands.

From a thin thread.

It became a streak of light piercing through the darkness.

The three fake bridges shook simultaneously.

Countless hands emerged from the river.

They desperately reached for that lifeline.

But it shattered the moment it came into contact with the white light.

Chen Bufan looked ahead.

"Roads can be changed."

"The bridge can be replaced."

"The life of a living person."

"It can't be changed."

The last word fell.

He suddenly clenched his five fingers together.

"break."

boom--

A pale white light instantly pierced through the entire bridge array.

The artificial bridge on the left broke in the middle and sank to the bottom of the river.

The overturned convoy on the right side turned into a large cloud of black mist.

The bridge directly ahead where the faceless convoy is located.

It was forcibly split in two.

The convoy burst through the crevice.

As we drove off the bridge, one streetlight after another behind us shattered.

boom!

boom!

boom!

The darkness followed closely behind the car until the last car had completely gone off the bridge, at which point it suddenly stopped.

In front.

Only an old road remains, leading to the wasteland.

The driver's hands were still gripping the steering wheel tightly.

My back was soaked with cold sweat.

Wang Tianhao lay sprawled on the seat.

It took several seconds before he looked up.

"Are you out?"

Wang Tianhao glanced at the "Destiny Record" on the passenger seat.

"It still has to be Master Chen!"

Luo Tiancheng turned his head away.

"I've already broken through most of the defenses; Chen Bufan is just here to finish the job and pick up the scraps."

Wang Tianhao nodded.

"Understood."

"You're responsible for taking the beating."

"Master Chen is responsible for winning."

After the convoy left.

The leader of the Sakuragawa Dance Troupe is still standing by the river.

She opened the black folding fan.

On the surface of the fan.

Eight overlapping human figures are drawn.

One of the members whispered something in Japanese.

"Should we notify Hengtai?"

The woman watched the car lights disappear into the distance.

"No need."

She closed the folding fan.

The reflection in the river changes accordingly.

There are thirteen performers on the shore.

In the water.

They were thirteen masked men dressed in black.

Each person had a short blade stuck in their back.

The reflection in the very center suddenly looked up.

Heading in the direction the live stream camera was leaving.

He made a throat-slitting gesture.

The folding fan was completely closed.

The water level has returned to normal.

Two kilometers away.

The old concrete plant finally appeared in the night.

Several gray-white cement silos stand side by side.

There are no lights.

No sound.

Like a row of huge tombstones standing in the wasteland.

The rust-corroding conveyor belt passes between the silos.

A night breeze blew.

The sheet metal rubbed against each other continuously.

squeak--

squeak--

It felt like something was slowly grinding its teeth inside.

The factory gate was half open.

Two Hengtai security vehicles were parked at the entrance.

The car doors were tightly closed.

There was no one in the driver's cab.

The car lights were all on.

The beam of light shone straight down onto the road.

It's like waiting for them to come to us on their own.

Liu Jianguo's yellow safety helmet suddenly jolted.

Below the brim of the hat.

A wisp of grayish-white life force slowly rose.

It points straight towards the old factory.

"Road closed."

Lin Wanqing immediately gave the order.

Police cars quickly dispersed from the perimeter.

The convoy continued to close in.

500 meters.

Four hundred meters.

Three hundred meters.

Just then.

The lifeline at the front of the car suddenly bent.

There were no signs.

It's as if it's being pinched in the middle by an invisible hand.

They forcibly dragged them to the wasteland on the right.

The driver slammed on the brakes.

"The location has changed!"

The old factory is still right in front of us.

Liu Jianguo's fate, however, was pointed three hundred meters away.

There was only waist-high weeds there.

"Turn around."

The vehicle had just entered the wasteland.

The lifeline swung again.

Swish!

This time.

They went straight over the roof of the car.

Pointing towards the rear of the factory area.

The driver hadn't had time to adjust.

The lifeline suddenly plummeted again.

puff!

The grayish-white aura seeped into the soil.

Pointing downwards.

The destination on the car navigation system changes simultaneously.

Due east.

southeast.

underground.

They returned to the factory area.

The numbers were flashing wildly.

All electronic devices are repeating the same message.

The route is being replanned.

The route is being replanned.

The route is being replanned.

The sound got faster and faster.

Finally, it almost all merged into a shrill, static sound.

Luo Tiancheng got out of the car.

The soles of my shoes had just touched the mud.

The ground trembled slightly.

It wasn't caused by the vehicle.

It's like a vast wasteland.

He moved an inch.

Luo Tiancheng immediately squatted down.

Place the phone flat on the muddy ground.

The compass spun wildly.

The rotation speed is getting faster and faster.

"It's not a person running."

Luo Tiancheng stared at the ground.

"It's the earth moving."

Wang Tianhao stood by the car door.

"Can the ground still move?"

Luo Tiancheng's palms were pressed against the muddy ground.

You can clearly feel the earth's energy beneath the old factory shifting layer by layer.

The soil from the east was hoisted to the south.

The water veins to the south were pulled underground.

The factory area is right in front of us.

In terms of feng shui orientation, it's like a chess piece that's been casually moved around.

In the east for a while.

In the south for a while.

next second.

They sank beneath their feet.

Luo Tiancheng raised his head.

"That old fox..."

"They treated the entire land like a compass."

The helmet in Chen Bufan's hand suddenly shook violently.

The gray-white lifeline was suddenly pulled out of the mud.

Walk through the wild grass.

Cross the factory wall.

finally.

It shoots straight toward the tallest cement silo.

Everyone looked up at the same time.

Top of the silo.

There was another person there without my noticing.

The man was sitting on the edge.

Her two legs hung limply.

The loose, old clothes he was wearing fluttered in the wind.

Her hair was long and messy.

It looks like it hasn't been washed for many days.

A pair of old cloth shoes covered in mud lay at my feet.

He was carrying a wine jug in one hand.

The other hand.

He was holding an old compass with worn edges.

looks.

He doesn't seem like a feng shui master.

More like someone who's drunk.

A down-on-his-luck old man casually climbs onto a construction site to sleep.

Wang Tianhao narrowed his eyes.

"Is there a homeless person up there?"

No one answered.

The figure had its head down.

The wine jug was gently shaken in his hand.

There was very little left inside.

He tilted his head back and took a sip.

A drop of wine fell down the spout of the jug.

Falling from a height of tens of meters.

Snapped.

A drop of wine fell onto the top of the silo.

The muddy ground beneath Luo Tiancheng's feet.

But at the same time, a wet stain appeared.

The smell of alcohol dissipated.

The entire wasteland suddenly fell silent.

The wind stopped.

The grass stopped moving.

Even the scraping sound of the metal sheets on the conveyor belt disappeared at that moment.

next second.

All vehicles were turned off simultaneously.

The car lights went out.

The phone screen is black.

The walkie-talkie connection was interrupted.

The live stream screen was instantly filled with static.

The world seemed to consist only of that disheveled figure atop the silo.

And the old compass that was slowly turning in his hand.

Luo Tiancheng froze on the spot, his mouth agape but no sound came out.

The other party did not perform any hand seals or chant any incantations.

He didn't even stand up.

Only one drop of alcohol is needed.

It suppressed the earth's energy within a radius of several hundred meters.

Luo Tiancheng gritted his teeth.

Infuse your life force into your palm.

But the force had just landed.

A muffled tremor came from deep within the soil.

Boom!

It's like someone is underground.

He struck the huge drumhead.

The life force in Luo Tiancheng's palm was instantly shattered.

My entire arm went numb suddenly, the wound burst open, and blood seeped out along the bandage.

He took half a step back.

The figure on the silo didn't look at him.

He simply picked up the compass casually.

The plate is facing up.

It paused for a moment.

Then.

Slowly flipping over.

Snapped.

The compass is upside down.

At the same second.

Luo Tiancheng's phone, which was on the ground, suddenly bounced up.

It flipped in mid-air.

The screen is facing down.

It was pressed heavily into the mud.

Navigation for all vehicles was restored simultaneously.

The old concrete plant on the map is starting to move.

It's not the positioning cursor that's drifting.

It shows the outline of the entire factory area.

It is slowly sliding eastward on the map.

One hundred meters.

Two hundred meters.

Three hundred meters.

Streetlights.

River channel.

wasteland.

Even the surrounding roads were rearranged.

The actual factory area is clearly right in front of us.

Navigation is now available.

They are now 300 meters away from the old factory.

The lifeline in the yellow booklet was also forcibly twisted off at this moment.

Originally intended for the silo.

next second.

It turned straight eastward.

It's as if someone is separated by an entire world.

Pinch this life line with two fingers.

Just a casual flick.

Chen Bufan looked up.

Top of the silo.

The figure finally lowered its face.

The facial features are still not clearly visible.

All you can see is the back of the messy hair.

A pair of eyes so calm they were almost indifferent.

I couldn't sense any murderous intent.

But he seemed somewhat smug.

Luo Tiancheng stared intently at him.

Blood had soaked through the cuffs.

"Old fox."

"He's actually acting like a garbage collector."

The figure on the silo did not respond.

He simply picked up the wine jug again.

It swayed.

It's confirmed to be empty.

He then casually placed the wine pot aside.

Just this one action.

A muffled sound came from the depths of the wasteland once again.

boom--

The ground beneath their feet suddenly shifted sideways.

It's not an illusion.

That huge rock by the roadside.

It slid from the left side of the vehicle to the right side.

The cordon was dragged out for dozens of meters.

Hengtai security vehicles in the distance.

It also looks like a piece of paper that has been cut out.

The car and the ground together.

Let's move eastward together.

Wang Tianhao held onto the car door.

"He just now..."

"Did you move the factory?"

Luo Tiancheng stared at the factory area that had been misaligned on the map.

Silence for two seconds.

"It's not a factory relocation."

"He moved us."

Wipe away the blood that had spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"The factory is still there."

"But we'll never get there."

Top of the silo.

The disheveled figure lowered its head again.

The compass slowly rotated in my palm.

The positioning of the old concrete plant.

The movement resumed.