Han Feiyu had been longing to see this fortune teller, but the man wasn't planning on leaving his house today.
Because he had just gotten up that morning and, as usual, consulted the oracle, only to find that setting up a stall was extremely unlucky, which made him feel like the sky had fallen.
Then, with a "let's give it a try" attitude and a disbelief in such things, he tried several different approaches.
To the south, there is great danger.
To the north, there is great danger.
To the west, there is great danger.
All four directions are extremely ominous. The specific reasons for the danger are unknown, but he will suffer if he goes out.
"What did I do to deserve this?!"
He had an urge to smash the copper coins in his hand onto the ground. Was his luck today a little too outrageous?
From the moment he embarked on this path until now, he has always told the truth when he does divination, without hiding anything.
They would even kindly advise people whose foreheads were dark and who might be in danger of bloodshed, considering it as accumulating good karma.
Among fortune tellers, he can definitely be considered a role model in the industry. What, is God trying to bully this honest man?
"I'm just baffled. What kind of danger could I possibly encounter just by going out?"
There's no problem if you stay home, but it's very dangerous if you go out.
The fortune teller thought to himself, "I can't possibly say that as soon as I go out, a meteorite will fall from the sky and kill me, can I?"
"Impossible, it shouldn't be like this. My danger couldn't be a natural disaster, so it must be a man-made one?"
"I've lived a life of good deeds and virtues, how could I possibly encounter such a thing?"
In a fit of anger, he... became angry.
Finally, he slammed his fist on the table and decided to stop setting up his stall for the next two days and instead take a good rest at home.
As it turned out, his decision was correct.
"Tsk... It's a pity. The passersby said that the fortune teller is not here, and they don't even know where he lives."
Han Feiyu felt it was a pity. He had come all this way, but the fortune teller wasn't here. Wasn't that a bit too much of a coincidence?
"He can't be avoiding me, can he? I'm a good person, I wouldn't do anything to him."
He shook his head and returned to the nearby study, where Old Han was still selecting books.
"Pack all of these up..."
The layout here is exactly the same as what Old Han told him. The books are placed on the outside so that storytellers can see them at a glance when buying books. They are all books related to the Three Great Schools, Six Great Sects, and Twelve Religions.
After all, they paid us, so we have to maintain a certain level of formality.
He glanced again at the books the clerk was packing up: the first was "The Record of a High Monk Subduing Demons," the second was "The Sword Immortal's Battle Against the Blood Protector of the Demonic Cult," and the third was "The Story Old Wang Had to Tell"...
"?"
wrong?
Is your third book really serious?
Old Han felt a gaze on him from behind, but he remained calm and continued to pay as if nothing had happened.
A storyteller must have strong mental fortitude; this is an essential element.
As long as he isn't embarrassed, it's everyone else who is.
Indeed, Han Feiyu covered his eyes in the end; he preferred not to see the scene.
"Surely, there can't actually be a storyteller in such a work who can manifest the power within himself?"
He couldn't understand it, but he was deeply shocked.
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