Chapter 12 The future is stained with blood.
Ying Bu Ran was completely unaware of Zhao Qingxun's little tricks. The bouquet of flowers just now also ignited her enthusiasm. Now she completely abandoned her restraint and cheered with the people around her.
After all the floats had finished their performances, Ying Bu Ran still felt a little reluctant to leave.
This was her first time joining in such a carnival.
"How do you feel?" A hand gently rubbed her head, and a smiling voice came from very close behind her.
Ying Bu Ran nodded vigorously, his excitement still lingering. "It's fun! It's fun! Is it over now? I see the others are starting to disperse."
"The performance is over, but the celebration isn't. We can still explore the area." Zhao Qingxun explained, taking Ying Bu Ran's hand and leaving without mentioning the flowers. "Do you want to go and take a look? There are a lot of new and interesting things there."
Ying Bu Ran's attention was immediately diverted and she nodded happily: "Okay! Let's go!" She was originally a little tired, but now she immediately perked up.
The previous training was still very useful. Although her physical fitness was still not as good as those of the sword practitioners, it was enough for her to play for the whole night without getting tired.
Originally, Zhao Qingxun was holding Ying Bu Ran's hand and walking, but now it became Ying Bu Ran who was pulling Zhao Qingxun's hand and walking.
She had never seen these things before, and they were so dazzling that her eyes were almost dazzled.
Zhao Qingxun followed her around like a ruthless purchasing machine, buying anything that Ying Bu Ran showed interest in.
Not long after, another private performance began. Ying Buyan went to join in the fun, holding a candied haws in one hand and holding Zhao Qingxun in the other.
On the stage, several people were performing an opera, and the story seemed to be about the two predecessors commemorated in this celebration.
There weren't many people in the audience, so the two of them quickly found a seat. The show had just begun, so even though Ying Bu Ran was late, he could still understand it.
While eating candied haws, she watched the performance on the stage intently and cheered with the people around her from time to time.
During the intermission, Ying Bu Ran turned around to share his feelings with Zhao Qingxun, and happened to meet Zhao Qingxun's gaze.
It didn't seem like she had just looked over here. Judging from her posture, it seemed like she had been looking at her the whole time?
As if possessed by some mysterious force, Ying Bu Ran extended the candied haws in his hand a little closer and asked, "Want some?"
Zhao Qingxun nodded, "Eat." Then he leaned over and took a bite from Ying Bu Ran's hand. Then he sat back down with a normal expression. After finishing his meal, he smiled and said, "It's delicious, sour and sweet."
Ying Bu Ran also nodded. From Zhao Qingxun's perspective, he looked a little, well, cute and silly.
"Yes, I think it's delicious too. Ah, here we go again."
Ying Bu Ran said this, then immediately turned around, seemingly watching the performance seriously, but in fact his ears began to turn red.
She didn't dare look at Zhao Qingxun. He already had feelings for her, and this made his heart pound.
She had seen this kind of scene in the book given to her by Cheng Banxia. What was written on it was some small interaction between lovers?
She originally thought that this action was nothing, but her mind started to wander after being distracted by the book.
Did Zhao Qingxun mean that? Ying Bu Ran no longer had the heart to watch the show. He glanced at Zhao Qingxun secretly and found that she was looking at him with a smile.
With just this one glance, Ying Bu Ran felt his face getting a little hot. He didn't dare to think any further and continued to watch the show.
This play should be a beautified version of the legend, which is even better than the version of the two people's story with a good ending that Zhao Qingxun had told her before, in which the various sects joined together to launch the story.
If only this story were true, Ying Bu Ran's mind was full of this thought as the opera ended. She felt that the two people deserved a better ending.
After this was over, she realized another problem: "There don't seem to be many people here?"
Zhao Qingxun nodded and said, "Well, although it's called a memorial for them, in reality, only a few people come here for this purpose."
"Is that so?" Ying Bu Ran's eyes darkened, and without saying anything more, "The area has been cleared. Let's go."
After that, she suddenly lost interest in continuing to stroll, so Zhao Qingxun took her back. Unexpectedly, more and more people came, forcing them to separate.
No, to be precise, they were not squeezed apart. Ying Bu Ran vaguely remembered that someone seemed to have pulled him up before, and then he separated from Zhao Qingxun. When there were fewer people around him, they had already arrived in an unfamiliar place.
There is also a stall here. The stall owner is also wearing a mask. There is nothing on the stall except a flag with two big words written on it: Fortune Telling.
Seeing Ying Bu Ran observing her stall, the stall owner became noticeably more alert. Even through the mask, Ying Bu Ran seemed to see her excited smile: "Young man, would you like to have your fortune told?"
Ying Bu Ran: ...
This beginning seems like a scam.
"I'm not a liar. You can tell from looking at me here that liars can't get in. I'm from the Tianyan Sect, a legitimate one." The stall owner patted his chest and gave a thumbs up.
Since Zhao Qingxun couldn't be found anyway, Ying Bu Ran thought for a moment and asked, "How much? I don't have much money left."
"One spirit stone is just a token of our appreciation. We have plenty of money. Come, let us help you take a look." The stall owner rubbed his hands, looking very excited.
Ying Bu Ran placed a spirit stone on the table and sat down. Perhaps he could calculate where Zhao Qingxun was, or when he could meet him?
She didn't know the way back to the clan, which was a bit troublesome.
The stall owner first took out three copper coins and asked Ying Bu Ran to think about what she wanted to predict, and then asked her to throw them out. She threw them six times in total before stopping.
"Let me see, well... you will meet soon, just wait here for a while." The stall owner quickly came to the conclusion and said.
Although he didn't know whether it was true or not, this result did make Ying Bu Ran feel more at ease. Besides, Zhao Qingxun was very strong, so there shouldn't be any problems, right?
The stall owner didn't look very satisfied. Seeing that Ying Bu Ran was planning to wait, she took the opportunity to offer, "Young man, buy one get one free. Want to order more? I see you have amazing talents. You might achieve great things in the future."
Ying Bu Ran thought that there was nothing to do here anyway, so he asked, "Is it also tossing copper coins?"
The stall owner shook his head and took out two pieces of talisman paper. "No, no, no, for this, let's do something more professional. Stick this talisman paper on your forehead, then silently pray to see the future, and leave the rest to me."
Ying Bu Ran took the talisman paper with a half-believing and half-doubting attitude. He was a little hesitant to believe it this time and asked doubtfully, "Really? Is this reliable?"
Knowing she wouldn't believe him, the stall owner prepared himself by taking out his disciple card and waving it in front of Ying Bu Ran. "No one dares to forge a Tianyan Sect disciple card. We have all the secrets of the world. If anyone dares to forge an identity, we can sense it directly."
“…Then let’s give it a try?” Ying Bu Ran looked at the talisman paper in his hand curiously, and finally closed his eyes and stuck it on his forehead.
On this side, the stall owner also closed his eyes and pasted the talisman, while at the same time he began to make hand gestures and circulate his spiritual power.
Slowly, Ying Bu Ran really saw the picture with his eyes closed, but it was not a good picture.
She saw herself with her hands and feet chained, kneeling on an altar, surrounded by a circle of people wearing white cloaks and blood-red masks.
Thunder struck, and the pain at that moment seemed to come from the future to the present, instantly expelling her from her previous state. The pain seemed to linger deep in her soul.
It was as if she had experienced it before.
"What was that just now?" Ying Bu Ran was a little terrified. The feeling of death was too real, and for a moment she couldn't tell whether she was alive or dead.
The stall owner put the mask back on. At that moment, Ying Bu Ran noticed that her expression was very solemn, which made Ying Bu Ran's heart sink to the bottom.
"That's your future. You will die in a year." The stall owner said solemnly. It was not easy for her to face the future of death directly.
Ying Bu Ran didn't speak immediately. After a while, he asked, "Is there any way to circumvent it?"
The stall owner shook his head, and after a moment's hesitation, he still wanted to remind her: "No, but if I insist, there is one, that is, I want to leave... meet Sect Master Luo."
Before she finished speaking, she suddenly stopped and bowed to the other side.
Ying Bu Ran followed her gaze and saw Luo Wangqing. He also bowed quickly and said, "Greetings, Master."
Luo Wangqing responded calmly, then said to Ying Bu Ran, "Something has happened at the celebration. Don't move around here. It's safe here for now. Are you a disciple of the Tianyan Sect?"
The stall owner was suddenly called and nodded a little nervously.
Fortunately, Luo Wangqing didn't say much, but just said: "Be careful in the future, the secret must not be leaked." After that, she left.
The stall owner sighed after seeing Luo Wangqing leave. "Oh, I was scared to death. How did Sect Master Luo know what I was going to say?"
"So, can you still say what you didn't finish before?" Ying Bu Ran asked, "If not, then don't say it."
The stall owner scratched his head: "I don't know where the degree is..."
"Then you'd better not tell me." Ying Bu Ran said, although she felt a little regretful, after all, this might be the only chance to know how to avoid death, but this was her business and she couldn't implicate others.
The stall owner looked at Ying Bu Ran. The little girl's eyes were full of determination, so he said, "Then I won't say anything. But I can still say a few words around the edge."
“Remember, don’t stay where you are.”
After saying this, neither of them mentioned what had just happened. Ying Bu Ran had been told by Luo Wang Qing that she would stay here and wait for Luo Wang Qing Qing or Zhao Qing Xun to come find her. The stall owner, feeling that Luo Wang Qing had saved his life, spontaneously stayed here to protect Ying Bu Ran.
The two of them can take care of each other here.
The number of people began to visibly decrease, and there was a sense of panic. At first, the two of them huddled together, chatting casually, until one of them collapsed in front of them.
"Someone fell down!" Ying Bu Ran stood up and was about to go over to take a look.
The stall owner followed closely behind, originally wanting to help, but after seeing the man's condition, he suddenly pulled Ying Bu Ran behind him and said, "Don't come near!"
"That's the mark of God's wrath!"
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