First Summoner

Chapter 879 9 Fragments

After hearing Shen Yan's question, Qing Wu showed a complicated expression on his face, and then shook his head silently.

When Shen Yan saw Qingwu's reaction, her heart sank. She understood that this meant Qingwu had not yet awakened that crucial memory.

Her eyes fell on the ground, and her thoughts gradually drifted away.

Shen Yan recalled everything he had experienced along the way.

Sometimes, she could feel as if there was an invisible hand behind her pushing her forward, but every time she reached an important moment, she felt as if she was lost in a fog, unable to find the right direction.

At this moment, she couldn't help but feel a little confused.

Suddenly, Qingwu picked up the pen again and began to write carefully on the paper.

——Your Majesty, I came to your side this time to tell you something important. Before, I had specially predicted for you, and the hexagram showed that your current luck is quietly changing. Moreover, even if you did not take the initiative to explore the long-lost Shen family, they will eventually return to your side.

Shen Yan read the contents on the paper word by word, and her originally slightly confused eyes suddenly became deep.

"really?"

Qingwu nodded affirmatively.

Shen Yan's heart felt a little more at ease.

"Thank you, Qingwu."

Qingwu couldn't help but smile shyly when he heard that, but soon his smile froze slightly because he remembered the marriage he had calculated for Zhuge Youlin not long ago.

Although they love each other, it would be very difficult for them to be together.

Qing Wu thought for a moment and decided not to tell Shen Yan about this, so as to prevent her from being troubled by their marriage.

Suddenly, Shen Yan asked seriously, "Qing Wu, can you help me calculate where the remaining soul fragments of Feng Xingyao are?"

When Qingwu heard this, he couldn't help but shudder.

Because he knew that if he helped Shen Yan to calculate this hexagram, he would definitely suffer a terrible backlash, but if he refused Shen Yan...

No, he couldn't refuse Shen Yan.

Everything Shen Yan thinks, does, and acts represents the future development direction of the Tianzhou Dynasty.

Therefore, he had to help Shen Yan.

Even if it comes at a great cost.

Qingwu met her gaze and nodded in agreement.

Then, under the moonlight, he took out his divination tools.

He muttered words.

And Shen Yan was waiting on the side.

It was not until more than two quarters of an hour later that the hexagram finally appeared!

Shen Yan looked carefully. Although she knew nothing about the hexagram, she could still vaguely make out several bright spots, distributed in different directions in an orderly manner.

Qingwu, who had been staring at the hexagram intently, couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly after seeing the hexagram clearly.

Just as he was about to pick up the pen to write down the detailed results of this divination to Shen Yan, suddenly, the sounds of insects and wind that he had been able to hear disappeared without a trace, and it seemed as if he was the only one left in the whole world.

At the same time, Qingwu felt something strange in his ears, as if some warm liquid was slowly flowing out.

"Qingwu?" Shen Yan was shocked when she saw Qingwu's abnormal reaction, and couldn't help but call him softly tentatively.

But at this moment Qingwu felt like he was in a completely enclosed space and could not hear any sound from the outside world.

He subconsciously reached out to touch it, and when his fingers touched the sticky and wet feeling, he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Seeing this, Shen Yan quickly walked up to Qingwu.

With the help of the bright moonlight, she was shocked to find that Qingwu's ears had actually begun to bleed, and bright red blood was dripping down his earlobes.

Shen Yan's face froze slightly.

She immediately gathered her spiritual power to heal Qingwu's wounds and stop the blood from oozing from his ears.

Qingwu's body suddenly began to tremble violently. His face turned alarmingly pale and he couldn't even hold the pen and paper in his hand, which fell to the ground.

"Qingwu!"

"Puff——" Qingwu suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Shen Yan hurriedly supported him, but when she got closer, she found that Qingwu's body was emitting coldness.

Seeing that Qingwu's complexion was getting worse, she didn't care about anything else and quickly took out a life-saving healing pill from the storage space and fed it to him.

Soon, when she was about to help Qingwu back to the tent and let Yueyue and Senior Brother Fu check on him——

Qingwu suddenly grabbed Shen Yan's wrist.

Shen Yan turned to look at him in astonishment, only to see him shaking his head with a pale face.

After he broke free from Shen Yan's hold, he wanted to bend over to pick up his fortune-telling tools, paper and pen, but he lost his strength and fell limply to his knees on the ground.

"Qingwu!" Shen Yan called out urgently, and she quickly came to his side.

At this moment, Qingwu had already picked up the paper and pen, and then began to write on the paper tremblingly.

A handsome young man in a green Taoist robe was kneeling on the ground, his body hunched, his face extremely pale, and blood stained the corners of his lips.

Seeing this, Shen Yan's eyes flashed with guilt. She half-knelt beside Qing Wu and whispered, "I'm sorry."

She knew that he would suffer backlash for telling fortunes for Feng Xingyao.

But she let him go.

Qingwu couldn't hear her voice, nor could he hear the "I'm sorry" she said.

Shen Yan slowly raised her right hand and gently placed her palm on Qing Wu's back. Then, a strong and warm spiritual power continuously flowed out from her palm and entered Qing Wu's body at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Make him as comfortable as possible.

After a while, Qingwu finally handed the analysis of the hexagram to Shen Yan.

Shen Yan first helped him up, and then looked at the contents on the paper.

I saw that the paper was covered with dense handwriting, which detailed the distribution of soul fragments.

——If I am not mistaken in my divination, there are nine soul fragments in total.

——Among them, there are five soul fragments in the north of the prehistoric world, which should be the place where the gods of the prehistoric world fell.

——As for the other four soul fragments, one is in the eastern area of ​​the inner circle, two soul fragments are in the southern area and the central area of ​​the central circle respectively, and the remaining soul fragment is displayed in this area.

Shen Yan's breathing stagnated slightly, and her fair, slender fingers unconsciously pinched the piece of paper in her hand. The edge of the paper was slightly wrinkled because of her excessive force.

Shen Yan was grateful and was about to say thank you, but she quickly realized that Qing Wu could not hear her voice now.

So, she immediately took out a pen and paper and wrote a response.

——Thank you, Qingwu. You helped me a lot.

When Qingwu saw her response, he smiled with satisfaction and shook his head, indicating that you're welcome.

Shen Yan asked again: How do you feel now? Also, when will your body be able to fully recover from the effects of the backlash?

After reading it, Qingwu also replied on the paper:

——I am fine, just a little tired. It may take half a month at the fastest or several months at the slowest.