Zhuang Li stood up, his hands on the table, staring intently at the burly man, and said, "If you give me one million now, I can change your fate. If you miss this opportunity, you and your son will definitely be killed in three days."
The burly man, however, broke free from the shackles of fear and grinned, "After all, it's all about making a quick buck. I almost fell for your trick! One million, you damn dare to ask! Brothers, smash all his teeth and see how he can cheat people again!"
As he spoke, he strode forward.
His men also raised their steel pipes menacingly.
The neighbors who squeezed in wanted to stop them but didn't dare to. They could only take out their cell phones and threaten to call the police.
The scene was in chaos, but Zhuang Li was the only one who remained calm and composed.
He pointed his finger at a thug standing to the left of the burly man and said, "If you don't go back, you won't be able to see your mother again."
This man, a filial son, was stunned by the shock. He then hurriedly took out his cell phone to call his mother. It wasn't his mother who answered the phone, but his sister. She said, "Come back. Mom has been diagnosed with advanced liver cancer. I didn't dare tell you because I was afraid you'd worry. Mom just fainted again. The doctor said she doesn't have much time left. Please come back quickly." As she finished speaking, she choked up and lost her voice.
The man hung up the phone in a daze, threw away the steel pipe in a daze, and ran downstairs.
Seeing his back disappearing into the distance, everyone's expression was filled with shock.
"Oh my god, Xiaozhuang got it right again!"
"That's absolutely true!"
"Xiao Zhuang is not a liar!"
The neighbors tried their best to suppress their surprise and excitement. The father, a burly man hidden in the crowd, was already sweating profusely.
He became more and more convinced of the story of that unlucky star.
Zhuang Li continued, however. He pointed to a thug to the right of the burly man and said, "You have a water ghost attached to you, which is why you're weak and cold, suffering from insomnia and night sweats. If you don't pay this debt, you won't live past the age of twenty-five."
The thug took two steps back in shock, then looked himself up and down, his face filled with undisguised fear. He'd once overdosed on drugs and hallucinated, dragging a child to the river while returning to his village and drowning him. He was only fourteen at the time, so he didn't go to jail.
This time, Zhuang Li got it right again!
"How, how can I pay back my debt? I am only nineteen years old and I don't want to die yet! Master, please show me a way to survive!" The gangster asked in a trembling voice with tears in his eyes.
His words directly confirmed Zhuang Li's judgment.
It’s really scary that the calculation is so accurate!
The surrounding neighbors couldn't help but make even louder noises.
"He can even see evil spirits and ghosts, and can even calculate lifespan. Xiaozhuang's skills are too profound!" People kept shouting in horrified voices.
The neighbor quickly hid his hands, which were wet with cold sweat and trembling constantly, in his trouser pockets. He could no longer hide his fear.
Zhuang Li ignored the punk's question and continued pointing at the next person: "You have a face full of peach blossom evil. You'd better be careful when interacting with women, otherwise you will get your legs broken."
This little thug slept with someone else's wife. If he were caught, he might really have his legs broken. He involuntarily put down the steel pipe above his head, a look of panic on his face.
Everyone understood from his expression that Zhuang Li was right again!
"You've been poor for three lifetimes, and you can't keep your money. If you get money, at least send some back home. If you keep it with you, you'll eventually lose it all. You like gambling, but you always lose. Don't expect to become rich in this life."
The person he pointed at was a gambler and never won any money.
"You are also born with bad luck. Your destiny is about to collapse. If you don't stop quickly, you will die sooner or later."
The target this time was a young man with a penchant for violence. He acted without thinking, was reckless, and had nearly been stabbed in the stomach last week after getting in a fight. It was highly plausible that he would meet his end sooner or later.
"The person you are looking for is in the south, by the water, less than a hundred kilometers away from you. It's still time to find him now." Zhuang Li looked at the last gangster.
This man's sister had been away from home for three years, and he and his sister had been dependent on each other since childhood, and their bond was so deep that he had never given up searching. Hearing the keywords south, near water, and less than 100 kilometers away, he immediately thought of a county town built along the river. He dropped the steel pipe and ran.
He was afraid that if he went too late, it would be too late. He knew better than anyone what a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl would encounter when wandering around alone.
Two of the henchmen brought by the burly man ran away at once, and the rest of them also lost their fighting spirit.
They clearly realized that Zhuang Li was no liar! If they bothered with this master who could see through the mysteries of heaven and even change fate, they would die without knowing how!
What's more, they were either destined to be unlucky or poor, and if they wanted to change their fate, they could only ask Master Zhuang for help. They simply couldn't afford to offend this man!
The group of people who were full of murderous intent just now were now slowly retreating, with expressions of awe unconsciously appearing on their faces.
The burly man looked around, breathing heavily through his nostrils, and finally had to rush forward by himself.
A few scare words are nothing compared to a shop worth tens of millions! People die for money, and birds die for food. He has set his sights on Zhuang Li's shop and will never give up. This man will be killed by him sooner or later, so what is there to be afraid of!
"I want to see who will be unlucky first between us! You can calculate my fate, but can you calculate your own? I also say that you won't live long, do you believe it?" He smashed Zhuang Li's desk viciously.
The holy grail, fortune sticks, and Bagua compass on the table fell to the ground with a clatter.
Zhuang Li didn't dodge at all, not even blinking, and said calmly, "Why you came here today is known to heaven and earth, and to you and me. Breaking up a marriage, ruining someone's life, those are just excuses. You don't believe it, I don't believe it, and no one else will. You want this shop, don't you? I'll sign a gratuitous transfer contract now, in your name, but I won't sign it until three days later."
He printed out a transfer contract that he had prepared long ago and placed it on the table.
The burly man didn't expect that the problem was solved just by hitting it, and he couldn't help but show a smug expression.
"If you want to sign, sign now!" he said with a sinister grin.
Zhuang Li sat down slowly, his tone icy, "I told you that you and your son won't survive more than three days. You don't believe me, do you? Then let's make a bet on whether you'll be able to take over my shop in three days."
Zhuang Li looked at the crowd huddled at the door and said, "Neighbors, please bear witness for us. If I don't predict the fate of this father and son in three days, I'll give him this shop for free!"
"Xiao Zhuang, don't be impulsive!"
"It's just a fortune telling. If it's not accurate, then it's not accurate. There's no need to lose everything!"
"Stop making trouble and go back! I've called the police and they'll be here soon!"
Neighbors tried to dissuade him, but Zhuang Li turned a deaf ear to them.
He looked straight at the burly man and asked, "Wait three days, do you dare?"
"What if you run away?" the burly man asked harshly.
"Whether I ran or not, you and your son should be able to see it, right?" Zhuang Li shifted his gaze and looked at the neighbor standing in the crowd.
The father and son immediately realized that Zhuang Li had guessed their relationship and knew their plan. Indeed, the neighbor living next door was the one who knew best whether he had escaped or not.
As long as he waited three days, he could get tens of millions of real estate. Naturally, the burly man couldn't resist this huge temptation and immediately sneered: "Okay, I'll wait for you for three days!"
Three days later, he had plenty of ways to get this person to sign.
It was Zhuang Li himself who said that the shop would be donated for free, so even if he disappeared afterwards, no one would suspect that he had obtained the shop through illegal means.
Is this guy really a fortune teller? How could he not predict how he would die? The burly man laughed sinisterly twice, then waved his hand and said, "Brothers, let's go!"
These people left in a mighty procession.
Although the neighbor's face was pale, his eyes showed satisfaction. Between asking for money or his life, he chose money.
Death within three days? No one would believe that!
Neighbors gathered around to dissuade Zhuang Li from acting on impulse, but he sent them away coldly but politely.
His female secretary stayed behind and asked, "Zhuang Li, are you really good at fortune-telling?"
Zhuang Li glanced at her and reminded her, "You've also been cursed by the Peach Blossom Evil Spirit. Don't stay out overnight in the next few days, or else something bad will happen."
The secretary's gentle expression suddenly turned harsh, and she snorted coldly, "Others may not know your details, but I do. You don't need to pretend in front of me."
Neither of them lowered their voices, so the neighbors, who were already walking slowly, naturally heard them. They looked back, then at each other, their expressions somewhat subtle.
Zhuang Li had accurately predicted the fate of several people, earning him considerable respect. But he insisted that the gang leader and his father would die within three days, which was far too much!
Not only did the gang leader not believe it at all, but the bystanders couldn't believe it either.
If Zhuang Li can really calculate when a living person will die, is he still a human being?
Wouldn’t he have become a god?
The more everyone thought about it, the less they believed it, so they shook their heads and went their separate ways.
The female secretary glared at Zhuang Li fiercely, grabbed her purse, and walked away in her high heels.
Zhuang Li went up to the third floor, brought down the original owner's bedding, and spread it on the sofa in the reception room on the first floor. He said calmly, "For the next three days, we will sleep within the surveillance range of the cameras to prevent the police from coming to me if those two people die."
7480, nearly suffocated by curiosity, finally spoke anxiously, "Master, how on earth did you calculate those people's fates so accurately?"
Zhuang Li fetched a laptop from the second floor, connected 7480 to the ultra-high-speed network, and explained, "It's very simple. Check the death certificate to find out how their loved ones died. Check the medical records to find out the health of them and their loved ones. Check the police station's criminal records to find out what illegal activities they've committed and whether anyone has committed a crime. Check ID card registration information and bank withdrawal records to find out where runaways are hiding. Check chat logs to find out their hobbies and secrets. Of course, gambling addiction won't keep their wealth, and drug overdoses won't last long.
"So-called destiny is nothing more than the sum of all a person's actions. Everything they do today will determine what they will encounter tomorrow. This is the law of cause and effect. All consequences are self-inflicted."
7480 understood a little, but was still curious. "Then how did you know that the father and son would die in three days? This is fate, and you can't find it by looking up information online, right?"
"Who said it can't be found? All crimes have traces to follow." Zhuang Li closed his eyes and smiled inaudibly.
Seeing his lazy look, 7480 knew that he would not be able to get anything out of him, so he could only crawl into his nest and sleep anxiously.
The neighbors didn't take the so-called "three days to die" sentence seriously. They ate and drank as usual, but when they passed Zhuang Li's fortune-telling shop, they would unconsciously pause and then wonder whether they should go in for a fortune-telling.
Then they would shake their heads in amusement.
In their minds, Zhuang Li has always been a charlatan, and this impression has been deeply rooted. It will take time to reverse it.
Whenever they visited relatives and friends, they would inevitably tell this strange story in vivid detail, causing everyone to burst into laughter. Within two days, almost everyone in the Auto City knew about Zhuang Li's "great achievement."
Compensating tens of millions of real estate for inaccurate calculations—is that magnanimity or folly? How could a perfectly healthy person die so suddenly?
The more people spread the story, the more ridiculous it seemed.
However, three days later in the morning, a scream woke up the neighbors.
Liao Qi, the car repair shop owner, was dead! He'd been beheaded by an axe and murdered at home! Next to him lay a man, his stomach ripped open. It was the same burly man who'd caused trouble in Zhuang Li's fortune-telling parlor!
The blood of the two people was all over the ground, and there was not even a complete body!
Counting from the day of the riot to today, it has been exactly three days! That burly man really didn't survive to take over Zhuang Li's shop!
It's terrifying that the verdict is so accurate!
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