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Chapter 112: Local Heavy Damage, Wang Ye Talks

"Oh, I'll wipe it!"

Zhang Chulan's face suddenly turned red due to the local severe damage. He covered his buttocks and couldn't help but swear.

"Hemorrhoids...Hemorrhoids burst..."

Zhang Chulan was lying on the ground with his butt sticking out. There was a faint trace of tears in the corners of his eyes. At the same time, his pants were gradually turning red.

Seeing Zhang Chulan like this, Wang Ye finally vented his anger. His mood became clearer. He waved his fist fiercely.

"Cool!!!"

Suddenly Wang turned his gaze to Qin Shiyue who was watching the show with great interest.

He now realized that living like Qin Shiyue was truly painful, and he would never put himself in a difficult position.

Any grudges were avenged right away! It was really refreshing.

In that case, wait until the game is over...

Seeing the change in Wang Ye's eyes, the corners of Qin Shiyue's mouth twitched. He was very familiar with that look.

This is to seek revenge on him. He was like this when he sought revenge on those monks.

"Cough cough!"

Qin Shiyue coughed lightly and waved his fist in Wang Ye's direction.

Wang Ye turned his head away immediately upon seeing this. He was unable to win... So what if he felt aggrieved? It was his own fault that he was not as skilled as the other person.

"I'm so tired! Senior Brother Fude, do you have any steamed buns or something? I want to eat steamed buns. I'm so hungry."

Wang Ye sat down on the ground, looked at the confused referee and spoke.

"What the hell! Big brother, you're in the middle of a competition, why do you want a bun???"

The referee was obviously stunned by Wang Ye's request, and then he couldn't help but complain.

"Are you tired? No one is a robot. We can't keep going all the time. Let's take a break. Let's take a break."

Wang Ye waved his hand with a tired look.

"Stop talking nonsense and compete quickly. There is no such thing as a halftime break!"

The referee roared.

He was really confused by Wang Ye's request. How could anything happen at the Luotian Grand Ceremony?

There's even a break for lunch at halftime! How about getting someone to give you a foot massage?

"Old Heavenly Master, you don't want me to tell our Grand Master that Wudang disciples don't get any food in Longhu Mountain, right?"

Wang Ye turned his head and looked at the old Taoist priest sitting in the seat of the Ten Lords and shouted.

"Really, Fude, don't bother with this little bastard. If he doesn't fill him up with steamed buns, he will go back and tell his old man about me. This little bastard is capable of doing such a thing."

The old Taoist priest waved his hands helplessly to the referee.

"Yes! Master."

After hearing this, the referee didn't know what to say. With a gloomy face, he asked someone to get some steamed buns for Wang Ye.

The portion is quite large, enough for three or four people.

Wang Ye took the steamed bun, sat down on the ground, picked up the bun and started eating it.

He would take a few bites of food from time to time, and soon one third of the steamed bun was finished by Wang Ye.

Wang Ye's face finally showed a relaxed expression, a look of satisfaction.

The audience were all dumbfounded. What was going on? Why did they start eating and drinking in the middle of a fight?

Zhang Chulan had also recovered from the local pain at this moment. He limped to his feet and looked at Wang Ye who was slowly chewing a steamed bun. For a moment, he didn't know what to say.

"Come sit down, I want to ask you some questions."

Wang Ye waved at Zhang Chulan while holding a steamed bun in his mouth.

Seeing this, Zhang Chulan did not dare to move, for fear that Wang Ye would kick him again. If he was hit again, his hemorrhoids would be completely cured.

"Come here quickly! Or I'll beat you to death!"

Wang Ye glared and shouted angrily.

Zhang Chulan gave a wry smile upon seeing this, then limped over to Wang Ye and sat down with his butt tilted.

"Originally, I didn't plan to fight you. I just wanted to ask you a question. But your thug is so good at playing. If I don't treat you well, it would be unfair to me for the whole night. So we are even, right?"

Wang Ye raised his head and looked at Zhang Chulan, as if to say, "Just try and see if you dare to say no?"

Zhang Chulan immediately raised his hands, showing a gesture of surrender, and then asked: "What are you doing here? Are you here just to ask me a question? Is that why you come to participate in this Luotian Grand Ceremony?"

"How should I put it? I guess so. It's hard to explain in a few words, but it's not wrong to say that I came here for you."

"Is it the source of Qi?"

After a long silence, Zhang Chulan asked with a complicated expression.

Up to now, except for Feng Baobao and others, the remaining 90% of the people who are interested in him are here for the Eight Wonders.

"No, I'm not interested in that stuff."

Wang Ye shook his head decisively and asked, "Zhang Chulan, do you know what divination is?"

"Um... this question is not particularly clear."

Zhang Chulan thought for a few seconds and then shook his head.

"Let me tell you a basic concept first. The past cannot be changed, but the future can be changed. In fact, even a sorcerer at the level of an ox cannot change the past. He can only predict several possible development directions of the future."

"Even so, it is still a method that is intolerable by heaven. Therefore, any divination will not benefit the sorcerer himself. As for how much damage it will cause, it depends on how much impact the information obtained can have on the changes in this world."

"For example, if I calculate the result of the next lottery, the damage to me will be minimal."

"Because that just changes the selection of some upstart in the world."

Qin Shiyue shouted decisively after hearing this: "Master Wang Ye, we can discuss this matter. Let's cooperate! How about two plus one equals five? I will help you heal your wounds! You tell your fortune! Damn, you are going to be rich!"

"Get lost!!! Stop interrupting!!!"

When Wang Ye heard what Qin Shiyue said, he immediately frowned and swore at Qin Shiyue.

Qin Shiyue smiled and waved his hand when he saw this. At this moment, Wang Ye's status in his heart rose sharply, almost approaching that of the Little God of Fire.

Suddenly Qin Shiyue seemed to realize something and turned his gaze to Zhuge Qing.

"Master Baozheng, is it really okay for you to be so greedy for money?"

Zhuge Qing understood Qin Shiyue's eyes in an instant. The corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily and he spoke helplessly.

"Take out the word 'me'. One of you relies on the blessings of your ancestors, and the other one is extremely wealthy. How can you two well-fed men know the hunger of a poor and hungry monk? Let's discuss it and place two bets for me."

Qin Shiyue looked at Zhuge Qing with extremely shining eyes and spoke with a smile.

"No, I don't have the ability of Taoist Wang Ye. You should go to him. Telling fortunes here will cost me half my life."

Zhuge Qing spread his hands and spoke with a helpless look.