'Zero is going to perform a divination for the Little Octopus?'
At the round table, the candlelight was dim. After the talisman devoured the silver coin, a dark green smoke quickly swept through the entire Divine Hall Illusion Realm.
The Cat Clan youth sat at the round table, his figure blurry.
The white mask on his face gave off a somewhat ghostly air. On the table before him, ancient red characters gradually appeared, like blood and ink, before being quickly devoured by the green mist.
Divining the past.
Divining the future.
The Little Octopus sat on its chair. It watched the talisman, and just before the dark green mist swept over, it wrapped several tentacles around Yu Zhizhi's body.
It was a little uneasy.
Zero stared at the results of the divination, motionless for a long time.
GURGLE GURGLE GURGLE...
