Now, there is something even more important.
"Fortune teller, that old acquaintance I've never met before, fortune teller, I'm here to have tea with you."
Yes, he still hasn't forgotten that back then, because of a fortune teller who was always busy and liked to tell the truth, his life almost ended before it even began.
He's not one to hold grudges; he simply wanted to pay a visit and invite this expert to join his family of original manuscripts.
"This time, I'm fully prepared. I refuse to believe I can't find you."
"I couldn't find you before I became the greatest storyteller, and I still can't find you now that I've become the greatest storyteller. What's the point of being a storyteller if I've been doing this for nothing?"
In the same familiar city, in the same familiar room, Han Feiyu, who had been longing to see the fortune teller, felt completely unwell.
"No, God, are you kidding me?"
When he woke up, he wanted to go out and set up his stall as usual, so he first had his fortune told.
As a result, his world collapsed.
Very bad omen.
The outcome was familiar, similar to what happened a few years ago. We didn't know where the danger came from, only that it was extremely dangerous.
At first, he thought it would be similar to the last time, with bad luck coming from all directions, but as long as he stayed at home and didn't go anywhere, he would be safe.
The result of the divination left him speechless once again.
"What do you mean that staying here is very unlucky, and going out to set up a stall is also very unlucky?"
Even if I wanted to leave this place and go somewhere else, no matter which direction I went out from, it would be extremely unlucky?!
And what's even stranger is that I will die today, but my skills will be celebrated and my name will live on?
At this point, he couldn't help but want to curse. Surely there couldn't be something wrong with his ability to make a living?
The latter one is obviously nonsense, and the former one doesn't intend to let him live either.
Was God drunk or something, that He just decided to make things difficult for a fortune teller like him?
Throughout his life, he accumulated good deeds and virtues, and it can be said that he never used divination to deceive people or to make exorbitant profits.
Among fortune tellers, he is definitely a breath of fresh air.
"This is incredible. Even if the divination tells me I'm doomed, I still have to take the plunge."
"My fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens. I will absolutely not fall here like this."
After tidying up the valuables in the house, the fortune teller opened the wooden board under his bed.
"Creak..."
It was dark inside; it was a tunnel that he had dug out bit by bit himself, leading directly to the grove outside the city.
After all, he was a fortune teller, and he worried that someone might take a liking to his abilities, send a group of burly men to beat him to his knees, and take him back to be used as a fortune-telling machine.
So, I kept a backup plan just in case, and it actually came in handy.
"I'm leaving now. This place I've lived in for who knows how many years, I'm leaving my hometown today."
He scrambled through tunnels and made his escape with remarkable skill and efficiency.
About three incense sticks' worth of time, somewhere in the suburbs, the fortune teller ran out.
"Hehe, it doesn't look scary at all. I'm already out, aren't I?"
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