"To be honest, this place is really nice, it's just that the manager isn't very good at talking."
"Guest, you were just criticizing me, weren't you the one talking badly about others behind their backs?"
The fortune teller was slightly embarrassed when the shopkeeper appeared beside him with two bowls.
"By the way, sir, you seem to be in a hurry. Is something urgent that has happened?"
"It's nothing serious, but this is a matter of life and death, shopkeeper. I can actually tell fortunes."
I've calculated my fortune these past few days, and every day is extremely unlucky; it won't change no matter where I go.
This is really strange. Tell me, it can't be that my abilities are malfunctioning... Shopkeeper, what's wrong with you?"
He thought he could find someone to vent his frustrations from the past few days, but when he turned around, he saw something amiss.
Behind the shopkeeper, the waiters and cooks had gathered around at some point, all with the same expression and the same movements, just staring at him.
"What's wrong, sir? Why did you stop talking?"
At this moment, Han Feiyu deactivated the original manuscript reproduction on his body, returning to his original appearance, and looked at the fortune teller.
"Tick-tock..."
A drop of water fell to the ground; it was sweat. The fortune teller was already drenched in sweat at this moment.
"Friend, is the bad luck you mentioned because of me?"
Let me introduce myself first. I am a storyteller, the all-knowing scholar, yes, the one you know.
Seeing the unusual scene before him, the fortune teller, who followed news from the martial arts world, knew that he had probably encountered a storyteller.
Then Han Feiyu said that he was Bai Xiaosheng, and his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally died.
No wonder it's such a bad omen; the difference in their strength is too great, making escape difficult.
"No, Bai Xiaosheng, we have no grudges against each other, right? Why are you causing me trouble?"
"No, no, no, we have no grudges or hatred, so it's not really a question. You may have forgotten that I did a fortune telling for someone more than ten years ago."
Tell him that his forehead is dark because something unclean has entered his house, and suggest that he find it and get rid of it.
The only thing he sensed was something was wrong with his newborn child, so he abandoned the baby.
"Old sir, guess what happened to that child?"
The fortune teller had some recollection of that incident, because the dark aura emanating from the man gave off an unusual feeling.
It didn't seem like a typical ominous sign; he guessed that even if he had given them some pointers, that family might not escape disaster.
Did I not expect the actual situation to be like this?
Danger.
He felt a sense of danger above his head, and he felt terrible.
Fortune teller: Family members, will I survive today?
Regardless, he wanted to give it a shot, to see if Bai Xiaosheng would suddenly take pity on him.
"Hey, is it possible to reconcile?"
"Reconcile? Are you kidding me?"
He brandished the dagger in his hand; this weapon had been with Han Feiyu for a long time.
Today, he can finally vent his anger. He almost had to restart the game because of someone's words.
"Take a deep breath; the pain is only momentary."
Don't worry, my friend, although you will die today, your existence will continue.
I have a great idea, and I just happen to need fortune tellers like you to help me out.
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