Fortune Teller Master

The driver felt a little confused. He looked around and suddenly rushed towards the weakest person with a knife…

Zhang Simiao was being blocked by Lin Qingyin. She watched the driver rushing over with a knife. Her heart almost jumped out in nervousness. But then, she saw the driver stopped when he was only a few meters away and waved the knife around him. Suddenly, he ran to his car and stabbed it viciously.

After stabbing several times in a row, the head of the sharp knife was a little bent. The driver lowered his head and pulled out a baseball bat under the seat of the car. Because his movement was too big, a thick hemp rope was pulled out.

Seeing the things that the driver had hidden under the seat, Zhang Simiao’s body trembled in fright. She looked at Lin Qingyin, but Lin Qingyin seemed to be enjoying it, and she looked like looking forward to it.

The driver took the baseball bat and smashed his car. He smashed the car windows into pieces and smashed the car body until many pits appeared.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Simiao couldn’t react in time: “Is he crazy?” But when she recalled the driver’s various actions along the way, he did not seem to be someone with a mental disorder.

Fatty Wang watched the car being smashed and was about to be scrapped by the driver. In the end, he couldn’t help but ask: “Little Master, what formation can make someone crazy like this?”

“He is not crazy. If he went mad, won’t he be able to escape legal sanctions?” Lin Qingyin said lightly: “This is just a fantasy formation!”

Although Fatty Wang often saw Lin Qingyin use stones to make formations that can repel mosquitoes and adjust the temperature. This was the first time he saw Lin Qingyin created an illusion formation.

Fatty Wang said excitedly: “Little Master, can you teach me this formation?!”

Lin Qingyin took a glance at him: “Okay, but first of all you have to be able to place all 38 stones in the corresponding positions within a minute. Each position can’t be separated than a millimeter.”

Fatty Wang suddenly withered: “It’s too difficult. I’d better practice setting up the formation that can adjust the temperature. But Little Master, your eyesight and wrist power are too accurate. Sometimes I take the ruler to measure mine, but still, it’s not accurate enough.”

Lin Qingyin stood on tiptoe and patted him on the shoulder: “It’s okay, practice makes perfect.”

Fatty Wang suddenly became confident. Lin Qingyin had been practicing since she was six or seven years old. It took her ten years. It would be good if he also masters this ability in ten years.

Lin Qingyin pursed her lips and smiled when he watched Fatty Wang’s blood boiling. She didn’t shutter his hope. She simply took out her mobile phone and looked at the time, then said to Fatty Wang: “It’s almost done. Call the police. He has to be sentenced for several years.”

Fatty Wang took out his mobile phone and thought for a while: “It’s hard to say with this kind of attempted crime. I read in the news that some people were indecent, but have only been detained for a few days.”

Lin Qingyin rubbed her chin: “If he won’t be severely punished, isn’t it too cheap for him?”

“It’s too cheap for him.” Fatty Wang pointed to the knife, the baseball bat, and the rope on the ground, then said: “This is obviously a premeditated crime. Little Master, can you tell me what excites him?”