As instructed, Zhang Yang walked along the sparsely populated streets, as almost all the people had flocked to a large hall in the middle of the resettlement housing.

The hall was quite noisy at this time.

"Hey, do you think there aren't enough people in the resettlement housing? If you want to find an architecture expert, someone with such a special identity, do you know what the best way is?"

Duan Yu found Zhang Yang's confidence somewhat laughable, because it was comparable to finding a target in a vast sea of ​​people.

"Hmm, what method? Tell me." Zhang Yang didn't expect him to say that, so he stopped and asked, still not quite understanding the tone of his voice.

Beside her, Jiang Yan blinked repeatedly; only her eyes were visible, as the blanket was covering her up.

Clearly, he was also very curious about it.

"Cough cough cough..." Seeing Jiang Yan's expression, Duan Yu coughed lightly a few times and continued, "Naturally, we must rely on the strength of the masses, and of course, we must also remember the truth that 'a great reward will surely bring forth brave men.'"

Seeing that the two were still in a daze, Duan Yu sighed deeply, then took out half a bag of crystals from his pocket and squatted down by the roadside.

"You're not going to hawk this on the street, are you? This kind of thing is incredibly rare, are you going to sit here and sell it off like this?" Zhang Yang felt like he understood Duan Yu's words.

“I’m not as stupid as you think. My idea is, Ayan, take these brochures and walk around the street a couple of times. Throw one out every five steps. If you see someone, just hand it to them. If they refuse, don’t worry about it.”

Jiang Yan accepted it, nodding as he asked, "We came together, where did you get this?"

He was referring, of course, to those flyers.

Nowadays, what factory would risk producing such things? Besides, even if they did, you couldn't get your hands on them so quickly.

"This was given to us by Miss Jiang. She said it was prepared long ago so we could use it if necessary," Duan Yu said without hesitation.

Seeing that it was Jiang Ruan who gave it to him, Jiang Yan didn't say anything more. He took a stack of bills and was about to give half to Zhang Yang when Duan Yu stopped him.

"Ah Yan, go ahead, he has other plans."

Jiang Yan shrugged and left.

Duan Yu sat on the side of the street, just like the old-fashioned street vendors, with a banner hanging up and a cloth spread out before he sat down.

Under Zhang Yang's astonished gaze, he cleared his throat slightly and shouted, "Fortune telling! Fortune telling! Don't miss this opportunity! Missing it means you don't care about fortune or misfortune, and that's a matter of life and death!"

Duan Yu had never experienced anything like this before, and the novelty made the experience even more interesting after the first person came.

Before Zhang Yang could even complain about his lack of professionalism, he saw someone hurrying over and immediately fell silent.

"Hey brother, what do you want to know? Everything from marriage and fortune to misfortune can be predicted, all you need is a single crystal. And of course, the first time is free!"

The man hesitated for a moment, then checked his pocket and found he happened to have a few, but those were for future housing use.

In their culture, crystals are equivalent to money; they are very important.

So when they heard it was free for the first time, their eyes lit up, "Really?"

Duan Yu pointed the brush stick in his hand to a line of words on the banner: "Honest and fair to all, young and old, absolutely fair." The eight characters were particularly eye-catching.

The man immediately began, “When will I die? These days, everyone is in a state of panic, worried that they might be next. So I’m asking, will I be next?”

Under the man's expectant gaze, Duan Yu raised an eyebrow at Zhang Yang, signaling him to take action and give this man a reading.

Zhang Yang finally understood what Duan Yu meant by "he has other plans"—it was all about fortune-telling.

Fortunately, he really knew how, so he sat down and stared at the newcomer. He saw that the man's forehead was completely black, and not only that, his earlobes, earlobes, and cheeks were also withered and black, which was a very bad omen.

This is the most serious type in physiognomy, indicating that this person will not live much longer, and may not even live past tonight.

Zhang Yang had figured it out, but he didn't know how to say it. His grandfather hadn't taught him much, but he always told him that heavenly secrets should not be revealed. But now, would telling him the result be considered revealing heavenly secrets?

He was really hesitant.

"Young Taoist priest, what's going on? You look terrible. Am I really going to be the next one to die?"

The man's tone was sorrowful, tinged with resentment.

“I… this… um…” Zhang Yang hesitated.

"Hey, what's wrong with you? Just say what you want to say, stop this 'I want to say something but I can't' thing. Nobody has that much patience." Duan Yu's words suddenly made him realize something. That's right, no one has the patience. Just say it. There's no secret to it.

"You might get into trouble tonight. I can't predict the exact time, but I've calculated that you won't see the sun tomorrow."

Zhang Yang's bluntness stunned Duan Yu. "Is this guy really capable or just bluffing?"

Seeing that the man seemed somewhat disbelieving and even appeared quite terrified, she clearly had a conflicted mindset of disbelief yet being forced to believe.

Zhang Yang continued, "If your forehead is yellow and extends to your hairline, and white hair suddenly appears, you will surely die within ten days. Coincidentally, your earlobes, earlobes, and cheeks are also tinged with a withered black, which shortens the timeframe. Ten days is impossible; you only have a few hours left."

After Zhang Yang finished speaking in one breath, the man was so frightened that he fell to the ground, feeling lost and confused.

After a long while, she hurriedly got up and grabbed Zhang Yang's clothes, her voice pleading, "Taoist Master, help me! I have elderly parents and young children to support. I can't die. If I die, they definitely won't survive. I... I can't die!"

The man's voice was loud, and soon attracted a lot of people, including Xiao's father and Xiao Xiang.

But they just watched without taking any action. Judging from their expressions, they probably didn't recognize Duan Yu and Zhang Yang in their disguises.

"Get up first, what are you doing?" The publicity effect was amazing. The two were delighted to see so many people gathering around, but they didn't expect those two to come.

"Who is this person? I've never seen him before. He's wrapped up so tightly, as if he's afraid others will find out. Could he be a bad guy among the crowd?"

One of the onlookers said, and others chimed in, "Yeah, I was just wondering too. Fortune telling? What kind of time is this? How can there still be such charlatans? It's ridiculous!"

"Exactly, science is everything. Why haven't those superstitions been eradicated yet? If you ask me, we should drag them out and tell the fortunes of the zombies to see when we humans will wipe them out."

...

The dissent grew louder, but Duan Yu and his companion ignored it until someone remarked, "Hey, isn't this the architecture expert? He's actually kneeling here begging a charlatan. Is he alright? Has he gone mad?"

"Oh yeah, yeah, now that you mention it, I saw it too. Isn't that the person in the promotional material?"