The fortune teller picked up two copper coins, put them into the bamboo tube with great seriousness, and shook them three times, looking very professional.
Her long, slender, fair fingers picked up the scattered copper coins and arranged them in front of her one by one.
He had a smile on his face and a gentle voice, but what he said was not pleasant to hear:
"Young master's marriage is over, and there's no way to salvage it now. Besides, he won't live past tonight."
Upon hearing this, Li Si's expression immediately changed, and he made a move to overturn the fortune teller's stall.
He first raised one hand upwards, and the table in front of him remained completely still; the white cloth on the tabletop didn't even wrinkle.
Then he switched to using both hands, but he still couldn't lift it.
It was just an ordinary wooden table, and the fortune teller's hands were only lightly resting on the table, seemingly without using any force.
Li Si escaped without permission, without taking any servants with him.
Seeing that they were no match for their opponent, they didn't dare to act recklessly.
He's a scoundrel, but not so stupid as to be unable to distinguish between what's important and what's not.
Several cultivators nearby also noticed something amiss and were waiting to see the spectacle unfold.
Li Si is neither good at literature nor at martial arts.
My mind is full of absurdities.
If he hadn't been born into the Li family of the Azure Sky Sect, with a muddle-headed and short-sighted father, he would have died somewhere long ago.
Li Si felt extremely embarrassed, but couldn't retaliate.
I forced myself to sit up straight again.
He took out two high-grade spirit stones from his person and threw them on the table.
"Then, sir, tell me, how should this be resolved?"
The fortune teller's eyes narrowed with laughter as he quickly put away the spirit stones, his voice laced with flattery:
"Of course, of course. Money makes the world go round. If you're willing to spend money, all difficulties can be resolved."
His words made the onlookers unhappy.
After all, the vast majority of people are poor.
Poor people generally don't like hearing this kind of talk, especially when the person saying it is poor like them.
It was as if others were trampling on their dignity.
"Isn't that certain? Can money solve everything?"
The fortune teller said, "Of course, money can solve 90% of the difficulties in this world."
"What about the remaining 10%?"
The fortune teller said, "There's still 10% left; you'll need more money."
Upon hearing this, Li Si burst into laughter, completely forgetting his earlier unease.
If someone is greedy for money, then things will be easy.
He readily pulled out the entire bag of spirit stones and tossed it onto the table.
"I think this is something I can't finish saying in a short time. How about we find another place to talk about it slowly?"
The fortune teller smiled even more gently: "My home is nearby. Would you do me the honor of coming, young master?"
The onlookers pointed and whispered.
Li Si was notorious, and even the merchants on the surrounding streets knew his name.
Some kind people tried to advise the fortune teller, but he wouldn't listen.
have to.
Since both parties are willing to give and take, it's better to just let them be.
Anyway, this fortune teller isn't a good person.
The crowd dispersed dejectedly, and Ye Wan quietly followed them.
It wasn't about being a hero and rescuing a damsel in distress; it was just pure curiosity.
The fortune teller's expression didn't seem like he wanted to talk to Li Si; it was more like he wanted to kill Li Si.
They arrived at a secluded courtyard and went inside.
There were people in the courtyard, and a woman's voice came from inside the house:
Who is it?
Li Sizheng looked puzzled when the fortune teller kicked him to the ground.
The kick was so powerful that Li Si couldn't even stand up.
Unable to bear the anger or the pain, he immediately burst into a tirade of curses:
"You son of a bitch! I didn't force you to do it. When I get back, I'll tear you to pieces!"
The fortune teller's smile widened: "Hmph, you have no chance to go back. I told you, you won't live past tonight."
The woman in the courtyard said, "Brave man, I don't care if you want to kill someone, but you'd better drag him out and kill him, so as not to dirty my courtyard."
Ye Wan recognized the woman who was speaking.
It is He Yuwei.
Three years have passed, and you're still as carefree as ever.
The fortune teller said, "It's been twenty years. I hope you've been well."
He Yuwei would never forget that voice, not even in death.
It was him.
He Yuwei subconsciously took a step back, thinking that she only felt hatred for this man.
It wasn't until I saw it again that I realized there was still a deep-seated fear within me.
The situation is terrible. All the ghostly energy in her body has dissipated, and her strength is now just that of a mortal.
Forget about revenge, we can't even protect ourselves.
"Who's here?"
Another man came out of the house; it was Zheng Kaiyuan.
The former Immortal Venerable whose cultivation was completely destroyed.
There doesn't seem to be much difference between one and two.
This whole yard is full of lambs waiting to be slaughtered; even tied up together, they wouldn't be enough for a single butcher to chop.
Of course, Ye Wan, who was eating melon seeds in the corner of the wall, was an exception.
She was also carrying a butcher's knife.
He Yuwei tried to calm herself down and said coldly, "What are you doing here?"
The fortune teller said, "He'll be the one to kill you too."
His gaze fell on Zheng Kaiyuan, who remained relatively calm despite hearing that others wanted to kill him.
"I have no grudge against you, why do you want to take my husband's and my life?"
Hearing the words "husband and wife," He Yuwei looked a little uncomfortable, but she did not refute them in front of outsiders.
The fortune teller said, "There is no enmity between you, but you need to die. You may not understand what I mean."
You can understand it as being to make your son stronger.
Immortal Venerable, you should have died three years ago.
Because you didn't die, your son can only reach the seventh rank.
"To make your son stronger, please die."
None of his statements were comprehensible to anyone.
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