Chapter 307 How did I die? Died of illness?

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On the way back, the soul Ning Fengsheng sat in the passenger seat and sighed.

Today she saw Nanchuan Shijue torturing Nanchuan Yexiao with perverted means again. His eyes were fierce and bloody, like a cruel demon.

But when facing "Ning Fengsheng", he became uncharacteristically gentle.

Two faces.

"parking."

As the car passed through the square, Nanchuan Shijue looked at the flower vendors pushing carts on the roadside.

Over the years, he has always had a habit of buying a bouquet for Ning Fengsheng whenever he passes by a flower shop...

"Ning Fengsheng, wait for me in the car." He smoothed the woman's hair, untied her suspenders, and finally moved the woman away from him.

The wounds on his body had long been squeezed open, and blood was soaked through his shirt...

Ning Fengsheng frowned. What was this man trying to do? If he was injured, he shouldn't be holding "Ning Fengsheng" everywhere!

Nanchuan Shijue was holding a bouquet of flowers. His black suit was ironed without a wrinkle, which made his shoulders broad and waist narrow. His handsome face showed innate dignity and indifference.

He seemed to be standing on an invisible stairway to a throne, and even the evening breeze swirled around the hem of his clothes.

"Sir, please stay." A hoarse voice came from the side. "Your destiny is extraordinary, with the appearance of a dragon and a phoenix - aren't you curious about your own destiny?"

Nanchuan Shijue glanced coldly.

An old man in a gray cloth gown had a simple wooden table in front of him, on which was spread a Bagua diagram and a few copper coins.

Nanchuan Shijue showed no interest at all and was about to bend down to get in the car——

"The gentleman has a heart disease, a failing heart. The doctor says he won't live more than a year." The voice followed.

"The young master's medical records are top secret. How did you sneak a peek?" Moss stopped.

"Tell me your fortune, and you must pay for it."

"Why don't you calculate for me how long I can live and when I will get rich." Moss curled his lips and said jokingly.

The old man looked Moss up and down and said, "Sir, you can live to 85..."

"Oh, I'm still so old!"

“You can get rich at 86.”

"..." Moss, "My descendants will burn it for me?"

The old man stroked his beard and smiled at each other: "If you don't compare your wealth with your master, you will already be a wealthy family."

Moss pondered it and realized that, with the Nanchuan Dynasty's wealth, his descendants wouldn't even dare burn paper money like this for him...

"Master, this fortune teller is quite interesting. How about telling your fortune? Just listen for fun." Moss wanted to hear what this fortune teller could say.

Nanchuan Shijue narrowed his eyes, a sarcastic arc appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I'll give you three minutes. Dare to talk nonsense - I will make you shut up forever."

The old man smiled indifferently and motioned him to stretch out his hand.

Nanchuan Shijue spread his palms on the table.

"Sir, you are a man of deep affection—those who are affectionate are usually from wealthy families."

Nanchuan Shijue's pupils shrank slightly, but he quickly regained his indifference: "Nonsense."

The fortune teller must have made a blind guess after seeing that he bought flowers.

"The gentleman has a son who is about three years old this year."

"Master, it's accurate, it's really accurate!"

"What a pity! You already had a daughter, but she died young due to lack of destiny. You really wanted a girl, but there is no hope in this life." The old man looked at him deeply.

Nanchuan Shijue was already feeling uneasy. He had received a sperm-killing injection, and this was top secret!

Moss's expression also became complicated. As far as the current situation was concerned, the old man had guessed everything correctly...

"Sir, can you live to be seventy-eight?"

"Nonsense!" Nanchuan Shijue sneered. The parts on his chest were almost scrapped!

"I predict the operation will go smoothly."

"Look, young master, the fortune teller said that your operation will be successful and you can live to be 78! Just go for the operation without worry!" Moss was excited, thinking that it was a good prophecy and he would treat it as true.

"The lines on your palms are like a river, and your wealth is overwhelming. Sir, you can have whatever you want in this life. You are born above the clouds, with the vast mountains and rivers at your feet—"

"That's enough. I've heard enough flattery. Tell me something I don't know."

"The emotional line is broken in three sections. You have someone in your heart, but you can't get the love you want. She has been sleeping for four years. Is that right or not?"

Nanchuan Shijue's expression changed again, and he frowned and asked, "Who sent you to fool me? You investigated me thoroughly?!"

"Heaven's secret."

"Since you're so good at calculating, tell me when she'll wake up?" Nanchuan Shijue leaned forward suddenly, his hands resting on the table, his eyes burning with an almost crazy desire. "Tell me!"

"Within ten days, your beloved will wake up."

Nanchuan Shijue sneered, "Ten days? Do you know how many top doctors in the world have examined her? They were all helpless. You said she would wake up in ten days?"

As expected, the words of a charlatan are just for listening.

How could he take it seriously?

"Before she wakes up, sir, you will have a great disaster. Once you get through this disaster, everything will go smoothly. If you can't get through it..." He said meaningfully, "You will not live to be seventy-eight, but will die at the age of twenty-eight."

Nanchuan Shijue's expression froze.

"How dare you!" Moss shouted, "My young master is exactly 28 years old this year. Are you cursing him to death?"

The old man pondered: "The bloody disaster will happen in these few days."

Nanchuan Shijue suddenly laughed, and that smile was creepy: "How did I die? Did I die of illness?"

It will take another year for the heart to fail completely, how could it be so soon?

The old man shook his head.

"If I die, what about her?" His heart tightened, and the first thing he worried about was that she would not be having a good life!

"She'll go with you."

Nanchuan Shijue Biao was furious. He grabbed the old man by the collar, lifted him up, and threw him onto the gossip stall.

Copper coins and bamboo sticks were scattered all over the ground.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Nanchuan Shijue's voice was fierce. One moment he said he'd live to 78, and the next moment he said he'd die at 28? He just said she'd wake up in ten days, and now he's saying she'll die with him?!

Unlucky thing! You can joke about anything, but it can’t be anything related to Ning Fengsheng—

He must be out of his mind to waste his time listening to a liar's nonsense!

The old man was dizzy from the fall and managed to squeeze out a few words with difficulty: "Sir...please be careful these days..."

Nanchuan Shijue straightened his collar and looked down at the old man on the ground condescendingly: "Listen, old man. If she doesn't wake up in ten days, I will smash your mess."

The old man struggled to sit up, looked at his back and murmured: "The one who killed you...was not someone else, but you..."

Ning Fengsheng was floating behind Nanchuan Shijue, and when he heard the old man's words, he felt like he was struck by lightning.

What's the meaning?

When she turned around to look at the old man, she saw him smiling and nodding at her: "The fate is determined, you can go with him without worry."

Ning Fengsheng was shocked again. Could the old man see her?

Before she could ask anything else, Nanchuan Shijue got in the car and drove away. She was pulled over by the gravitational force and could only leave involuntarily, getting farther and farther away from the old man...