"With your overly refined manner, there's no way he'll talk. I beat him up like this and he didn't utter a single word. He'll be even less likely to give a damn about you."

"You heard what he said, right? Don't even think about getting a word in edgewise from me. Don't want to know anything. I'm not going to tell you anything."

"You can all just wait here to die."

The man struggled to open one eye, but in reality, that eye was so swollen that it was barely open, just a slit.

"Actually, I have another skill that I've never told anyone."

"My family has a family tradition of fortune telling!"

The man sneered, as if he wanted to spit a mouthful of blood onto Ouyang Zhenyu's face, but Ouyang Zhenyu calmly dodged it.

"Face reading?"

Playing tricks!

"Why didn't the method you used to hit me work? If you want to try something else, I'll tell you. Don't expect to get a single word out of me."

On the fifth day of the lunar new year, I was just about to persuade Ouyang Zhenyu to go and rest somewhere else.

What kind of fortune telling?

This stuff can't be believed. Even their ancient family, which has been around for hundreds of years, knows that this feudal superstition is not to be trusted.

Of course, those so-called feng shui masters are all talk and no action.

To be honest, I don't really have any real skills.

That's just a bunch of old folks in the village sitting together, cheering each other on, and bragging to each other.

Anyone who believes this stuff is a fool.

Just then, Ouyang Zhenyu spoke again.

"Your surname is Ma, and you are the third child in your family. Everyone calls you Ma Laosan (Third Brother Ma)."

The calmness in his tone had a strange calming effect, and everyone was able to listen to him attentively.