"You mean, the Japanese want to invade China again and have even sought an alliance with you?" In the ancient castle of the British Empire, Wang Han sat in a high-backed chair, his back to Gao Yao and the others, gazing at the night sky outside the window, gently swirling the red wine in his glass, and asked calmly.
"Yes, Master, I have temporarily agreed to their request." Upon hearing this, Gao Yao, who was standing behind the chair, answered cautiously, cold sweat involuntarily dripping from his forehead. Forming an alliance with another country was no small matter, and agreeing to it without first informing Wang Han was an overreach of Wang Han's authority.
Beside Gao Yao, the vampire prince and the werewolf king watched him carefully, keeping their distance, clearly afraid that Wang Han's anger would affect them.
"Why did you agree? You know I don't like notebooks," Wang Han continued, still looking out the window, his tone completely unchanged.
Upon hearing this, Gao Yao, knowing that Wang Han disliked the Japanese, quickly replied, "Master, the Japanese are ambitious. Although their territory is small, their strength should not be underestimated. Although they are arrogant and ignorant, as long as they start a war, they will definitely cause harm to China. Therefore, I took the liberty of agreeing to their request first, so as to learn about their plans. If possible, we can incite them to turn their attention to other countries, let them wear each other down first, and then find an opportunity to completely destroy them and eliminate future troubles. Even if we cannot incite them, knowing their plans will allow us to make arrangements to destroy them."
“Then you go and do it. If you fail to seduce them, then we will take matters into our own hands and destroy them,” Wang Han said, turning his chair around. “No matter what, the notebooks must be eliminated. Regardless of the reason, this ambitious country that has been harassing China for hundreds of years must be destroyed. You can mobilize everyone in this matter.”
"Yes, Master." Upon hearing this, Gao Yao quickly responded, letting out a long sigh of relief.
“Matsevsky, Prince Ross, how are your preparations going? Hitler has been preparing for war for years, and he might be ready in another three or five years, but I don’t want to wait that long! Nor do I want anyone to prepare for war ahead of time. It would be detrimental to my plans.”
“When we return, we will instigate conflicts between the surrounding countries,” Masavsky and Prince Rus said in unison.
"Remember, I want them to act independently. The more they fight, the greater their hatred for each other, the better. Go and do it as soon as possible!" Wang Han said, waving his hand to indicate that the three could leave.
"Yes." Upon hearing this, the three of them left the room in the castle.
"I will lead the Second World War!" After the three left, Wang Han looked at the moon in the sky and murmured to himself.
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"By the Queen Mother of the West, your faithful daughter, Zhe Gu, sincerely offers incense."
In the Wangmu Temple, after respectfully offering incense to the statue of the Queen Mother, Aunt Zhe began to get busy. As a well-known Taoist nun in the area, and living in a Taoist temple, many people came to Aunt Zhe for help every day, asking for fortune telling, praying for children, asking for rice, inviting gods, and exorcising evil spirits. Her fortune even surpassed that of Uncle Jiu.
"May I ask what brings you here?" After seeing off a couple who were praying for a child, Aunt Zhe saw another person enter the Taoist temple. The newcomer was handsome and had an extraordinary appearance, so she immediately asked with a smile.
"I've come to have my fortune told!" Wang Han said with a smile, taking out twenty silver dollars from the Taoist nun before him. "I wonder if this is enough? You can add more if needed!"
"Please have a seat, young man." Seeing the twenty silver dollars in Wang Han's hand, Aunt Zhe's eyes lit up. She quickly took the silver dollars from Wang Han's hand, pretended to be calm, and led Wang Han to the table where fortune tellers usually sat down.
"What kind of fortune do you want to know? Different fortunes have different fees." After sitting down at the table, Aunt Zhe said, while she began to calculate in her mind.
“Money is just an external thing, it’s not a problem,” Wang Han said, sweeping his hand across the table, where another twenty silver dollars were placed. “What I need to calculate is the life or death of three people.”
"This...! Sir, you'd better find someone else!" Looking at the money on the table, Aunt Zhe was very tempted, but she stubbornly refused to take it. Instead, she placed the twenty silver dollars she had previously received on the table and pushed it back in front of Wang Han. Life, death, and lifespan are heavenly secrets, and these secrets must not be revealed. Revealing them will incur divine punishment, ranging from shortening one's lifespan to the complete annihilation of one's soul. Otherwise, if everyone knew their own life and death, and knew how to avoid misfortune and seek good fortune, wouldn't that disrupt the rules of reincarnation?
"I don't want to calculate birth, aging, sickness and death, but rather unpredictable and violent death." Seeing through Aunt Zhe's thoughts, Wang Han pushed the silver coins on the table back in front of Aunt Zhe and said with a smile, "If you calculate something that cannot be revealed, it's fine if you don't tell me. You can still take the money; consider it my offering to the Queen Mother of the West."
"You said it yourself." Hearing this, Aunt Zhe beamed and gathered all the silver coins on the table in front of her. She bit one with her teeth to check its authenticity, then asked, "Which three people do you want their birth dates calculated? What are their birth dates and times?"
“You know these three people I’m going to calculate, and two of them are your fellow disciples: Uncle Nine, Lam Ching-ying; Monk Yixin; and Taoist Simu. I think you also know their birth dates and times,” Wang Han said with a smile.
"Who are you? Why are you calculating their life and death?" Aunt Zhe stared intently at Wang Han, put down the money she had picked up, her expression serious, her eyes wary, and all her muscles tense.
"Don't be so nervous, I mean no harm!" Wang Han said with a smile. "You don't need to know who I am, nor do you need to ask me why I'm calculating their life and death. Just calculate it, and then tell me what you're willing to tell me. It doesn't matter if you don't tell me anything at all. Consider this money as my offerings!"
After saying that, Wang Han swept his hand across the table again and took out two more bundles of one hundred silver dollars.
"Alright!" Seeing Wang Han add more money, Zhe Gu was completely baffled by his words and actions. She could accept not saying anything, so why was this man asking her to tell her fortunes, especially her fellow disciples'? But since there was no risk and so much money to be made, Zhe Gu was naturally willing and immediately took out her copper coins to begin the reading. She was also curious why this man wanted to tell her fellow disciples' fortunes. Could something truly terrible be about to happen to them?
As the copper coins scattered across the table, forming a pattern, Aunt Zhe's expression immediately changed. Ignoring Wang Han's presence, she immediately began to examine them. After examining them for a while, she picked up the coins again and began to divine, casting one hexagram after another, muttering to herself, "How could this be? How could it be a dead end! Impossible, this is impossible. My senior brother's life is not meant to end; how could he encounter a dead end? There must be a way to break this dead end."
"Can you tell me?" Wang Han asked.
"I'm sorry, I can't tell you anything. Please leave!" Aunt Zhe said without looking up. She remained very wary of this strange person.
"It's alright," Wang Han nodded and got up to leave the Taoist temple.
'Ninth Uncle, when we meet again, whether you live or die will be up to your own fate,' Wang Han sighed inwardly as he walked out of the Taoist temple. Fortune telling was just a pretense; Wang Han's fortune telling was more accurate and clearer than Aunt Zhe's. The reason he sought out Aunt Zhe was simply to let her know and see if she could stop Ninth Uncle.
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