Supernatural rebirth: genius girl fortune teller

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However, the current hexagram has changed.

Yang Zimei re-arranged the divination with a heavy heart, and it still showed that he would spend the rest of his life in pain and be riddled with disasters. He might even have a catastrophe at the age of forty-five. If he couldn't survive it, his life might end there.

How can this be done?

If something happens to Song Xuan, what should Lin Qingmei do? What should his soon-to-be-born son do?

She must change this numerology.

People's numerology hexagrams are not static and will change as opportunities arise.

Seeing her like this, Song Xuan understood his general situation.

Instead, he calmed down.

Of course, there is also a mentality of breaking the can until the end.

"Give me the mirror. I'll continue to remove the wax and take a look. We've come this far anyway, so we can't give up." He said in a calm tone.

His apparent calmness made Yang Zimei's heart throb.

"It's fine--"

Song Xuan glanced at her and said, "Everything is just fate. If something happens to me, Qingmei and the child will be in your hands. I believe you can take good care of them, and I have nothing to worry about."

Seeing how he was explaining his funeral arrangements, Yang Zimei's heart became even more sad, "Mr. Song, I will definitely find a way to help you remove the radiation."

"Thank you, Xiaomei, I believe in you."

Song Xuan smiled slightly at her and lowered his head to remove the wax.

When the wax surface was removed, what was revealed was not the mirror surface that they imagined that could reflect the veins of human bones, but a portrait made of copper.

The painting is still the man in majestic armor who looks like Long Zhutian, but there is something different about this portrait, that is, this man is actually riding a ferocious-looking Pixiu.

The mirror still hung on his waist, and a beam of light seemed to shine on the mirror, shining on a prostrate skeleton in front of him.

Seeing this painting, Yang Zimei and Song Xuan were both startled.

"Xiao Mei, isn't this an osteoscope? Then how could I have been exposed to radiation?"

Song Xuan asked doubtfully.

"But why does this mirror reflect this skeleton? Does this picture mean that this skeleton was originally a human being whose bones were reflected in the mirror? Or is this a skeleton in the first place?"

Yang Zimei asked doubtfully.

"It's impossible to look at a skeleton inexplicably. It should mean that the mirror reflects the bones." Song Xuan looked at the mirror doubtfully, "Is it necessary to uncover another layer?"

"No more."

Yang Zimei stopped, "Mr. Song, we'd better go to the hospital first and use advanced medical equipment to check your radiation status, so we can get treatment as soon as possible."

"Xiao Mei, you should also check. After all, you are very close."

Yang Zimei shook his head, "I don't have to. Fortunately, Lan Yaya left early just now."

"Why?"

"My body structure may be different from that of ordinary people. Ordinary radiation should not have much impact on me."

Song Xuan didn't say much, but he was a little unwilling. He sacrificed his body to open the mirror, but he didn't find a mirror that could reflect the bones and veins.

"Xiao Mei, how about using this mirror to test how strong the radioactivity is?"

"Well, that's what I meant."

Yang Zimei nodded. She also wanted to know how harmful the mirror would be after it was dismantled.

Could the purpose of the man in the portrait holding this mirror be to use radiation to hurt people?

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