Chapter 86 Lan Fei’S Divination And Prophecy Poetry 【Subscription】
"The Dark Continent is waiting for me?"
Hearing this, Lan Fei's pupils shrank suddenly.
This old guy, no wonder his whereabouts are weird, and his emotional thoughts have always been in the Dark Continent.
That's right, Maha Zoldyck's strength has already surpassed the scope of human beings. Even the president of Netero, who is known as the strongest in the world, can barely survive in his hands. Only the Dark Continent can bring him new challenges up.
"Dark Continent!!"
"There will be a day like that."
Lan Fei's eyes burst out with unprecedented firmness.
Whoosh!!
After a while, Lan Fei's figure flickered and disappeared in front of the ancient building.
Half an hour later, the underground auction venue.
outside the building.
A lot of gangsters gathered, all of them were vicious, holding hot "033" weapons in their hands.
Not far away, there are five corpses lying there, they are members of Phantom Troupe, and Chrollo's corpse is among them.
"Is he the leader of Phantom Troupe?"
"Just a kid."
"How dare you look down on us gangsters."
"Hey, don't mess with their bodies, we will take pictures of them and post them on the Internet; also, send someone to extract their DNA, tooth molds, fingerprints, etc., thoroughly find out their true identities, and send their parents , Brothers, relatives, lovers, all killed."
Among the gangsters, a high-level leader stared at the five corpses in front of him, with a fierce and fierce look in his eyes.
"Five corpses?"
Not far away, Kurapika came over, staring at Chrollo's body, the head of the Eternal Shadow Brigade just died like this?"
As a mortal enemy, Kurapika still hopes to kill all the members of Phantom Troupe with his own hands, but now, seeing Chrollo's body lying here, he can't help but feel a little disappointed.
He even doubted whether the corpse was real.
But when he went to the VIP restaurant with Lan Fei, he met Chrollo. After repeated confirmation, Kurapika got the final result, and the corpse was real.
"Is this the way to avenge the genocide?"
Kurapika was taken aback, completely lost.
What is he going to do next?
For a long time, he has taken Phantom Troupe as his goal, and vowed to destroy Phantom Troupe and avenge his tribe. Now that the leader of Phantom Troupe, Chrollo, is dead, it means that Phantom Troupe no longer exists.
"Kurapika!!!"
At this moment, Lan Fei's voice came from afar.
"Lan Fei....."
Kurapika came back to his senses in an instant, he turned and looked at Lan Fei who was walking, he couldn't help clenching his hands, showing a disappointed and unwilling expression: "Chrollo is dead, but he didn't die in my hands..."
"Is this... the corpse of a member of the Phantom Troupe?"
Lan Fei was stunned, then stared at Chrollo's corpse, memories flashed in his mind: "Fake! These corpses are fake!"
"fake?"
Kurapika was stunned, hope lit up again on his disappointed face: "Lan Fei, are you sure?"
"Well, it's just an illusion created by Phantom Troupe."
Lan Fei nodded, "With Chrollo's strength, how could he die so easily?"
"But... what happened to these five corpses?"
asked Kurapika.
"Among the Phantom Troupe, there is one who has the ability to create replicas, and these corpses are copied by him.
Lan Fei explained.
"However, the underground auction has already started and has not been attacked."
Kurapika still couldn't believe it.
"Those auction items are also fake, and they are also replicas made by that person. The real ones have been looted by them."
Lan Fei shook his head and continued: "And, Old Man Tian is dead..."
"what??"
Hearing such a heavy news from Lan Fei, Kurapika was shocked again, "Impossible! Didn't you go to prevent them from assassinating the tenth old man? Moreover, when the auction started, the tenth old man also appeared in the video transmission."
"The ten old man's body has been controlled by Qi Ya's big brother Il fans. When I arrived, they were already dead."
"However, this may be the best ending. At least, the gang will not be in chaos. Everyone still thinks that the tenth old man is still alive."
"You don't need to tell Lightnosla about this, after all, the order of the gang is quite good now.
Lan Fei exhorted.
"Then you know the people of Phantom Troupe, where are they now?"
Kurapika took a deep breath, and the unprecedented killing intent burst out again in his eyes.
"Don't worry, Gon is still in their hands, I won't let them go."
"Kurapika, take me to meet Sister Nion, I want to ask her to take it for us."
Lan Fei looked at Kurapika.
"Ask Miss Nyon for a fortune-telling?"
Kurapika nodded, "You also believe in this kind of stuff?"
"Her divination ability is 100% accurate."
"I wonder if Gon's life will be in danger once we go to the Phantom Troupe base to find them.
"After all, Gon is in their hands. I can't guarantee that Gon will not be killed by them when I make a move."
Lan Fei took a deep breath.
If it is predicted that Gon's life is in danger, then Lan Fei can only find another way to avoid this catastrophe.
Once Gon has something wrong, how will he explain it to Mito Aunt?
"That's right, let her take it for me by the way."
Kurapika nodded, "By the way, since the tenth old man is dead, wouldn't Ms. Nyong be able to divination it? Even if I don't say it, Lightnosla will know about it in the future."
"That's a matter of the future, and, when the time comes, won't he have a chance to take the position of the tenth old man?"
"This is his lifelong 1.3 pursuit!"
"Now that the tenth old man is dead, his status should be the highest. Even if the body is controlled by Il fans, Il fans are not interested in the gangsters, so naturally they will not intervene in the gang's infighting."
Lan Fei shrugged.
"Ok!"
"Then it's up to you, go back and find Miss Nyong for divination, and rescue Gon as soon as possible.
Kurapika nodded, turned and got into a black Mercedes.
"What will my prophetic poem be like?"
"As a time traveler, is Nyon's divination ability effective for me?"
Lan Fei thought secretly, and then got into the passenger seat of the black Mercedes.
boom!!!
Soon, there was a roar, and the black Mercedes-Benz drove slowly towards the Nosla family's manor.