"You reminded me, I'll add that line."
"...This will only hasten your death," Li Changzhou said quietly, then asked, "What are you doing here yourself?"
Since Yang Qinglan appeared, Li Changzhou's phone browsing history has become abnormally clean.
One by one, the cars started up on their own and reversed into the parking space, creating a scene of remarkable intelligent beauty.
As he did all this, Wang Donghua explained:
"I came to see the fortune teller. I'm preparing to enter the second stage, taking the subway back in time. My instincts will be greatly restricted. I asked her what solutions she had, and my friends also asked me about their personal matters."
Wang Donghua's instincts are fine if we go back to the last twenty years, but they're basically useless if we go further back.
This is the advantage of location. It's like the cardinal standing in the church. Even Li Changzhou, who is so powerful, can either make a move first or avoid his sharp edge. But once he leaves the church, the king cobra can treat him like a piece of dough.
"A fortune teller can tell your fortune?" Li Changzhou asked curiously.
“She doesn’t care about white cards or black cards, she only cares about her divine secrets.” Wang Donghua blinked. “Someone’s coming, so I’ll take my leave. I turned off the cameras beforehand.”
After saying that, he led his people away, acting with the efficiency and decisiveness of a robot.
"Brother, let's go quickly too." Li Qianxia tugged at Li Changzhou's sleeve.
If someone were caught with all these cars scattered on the ground, they'd probably have to sell themselves to Yang Qinglan to pay off their debts.
Li Changzhou used the Honey Pot World to retrieve the rented car, quickly took them away, teleported to a nearby location, and then pretended to drive over.
The underground parking garage has been sealed off.
They parked their car in front of the Sichuan Dan Dan Noodles restaurant in the community, walked into the community, and found the sorceress.
The fortune teller wasn't really a "grandmother"; she was just an ordinary middle-aged woman, a little overweight, who was picking beans.
"us......"
“Nothing is perfect,” the sorceress said, as the green beans were snapped and pulled out their tendons.
The three exchanged a glance. Was that all?
"Um, can I ask about my marriage prospects?" Li Qianxia suddenly leaned over and helped fold the green beans.
She is quick and nimble, and used to help her grandmother with folding, as well as pumpkin vines, sweet potato vines, and peeling corn, peas, soybeans, and so on.
The fortune teller glanced at her, just like any other middle-aged woman would look at someone: "What are your requirements for a partner?"
"As long as he's more handsome than my brother."
"I suggest you change your request," the fortune teller said, withdrawing her gaze.
These words... Li Changzhou sat down on the spot and helped the sorceress break the beans. When he was a child, he often planted rice seedlings, harvested rice, weeded, and sprayed pesticides with his grandfather.
Yang Qinglan glanced at him with amusement.
"Auntie," Li Changzhou asked sweetly, "what do you think of my marriage prospects?"
The aunt picked up a section of green bean that he had broken off and tore off a string that hadn't been removed.
She glanced at Li Changzhou twice.
My request is...
Before he could finish speaking, the aunt gently raised her chin at Yang Qinglan.
Yang Qinglan immediately crossed her arms and studied the Mazu statue on the altar with a focused expression.
"Auntie, how much is it?" Li Changzhou asked earnestly, as if he would pay whatever amount she asked.
"Auntie, can you take another look for me? I don't want someone more handsome than my brother, but someone just as handsome as him is fine too!" Li Qianxia grabbed her aunt's hand.
“You are not destined for marriage,” the fortune teller said.
"Why?!" Li Qianxia even stopped picking the green beans.
"Leaving your brother might help."
"Then forget it. Qinglan won't remove my brother's catheter. If he doesn't have me, his later years will be so miserable. He'll definitely have to wear diapers."
The sorceress revealed human emotions for the first time—she couldn't help but take another look at Li Qianxia and realized that there was a reason why she had no marriage prospects (during this process, she didn't stop breaking off the green beans).
"Auntie, aren't you afraid of danger living here alone? There was a fight in the underground parking garage just now," Li Qianxia asked curiously.
“Don’t worry, I know it was you who did it,” the sorceress said.
"No!" Li Qianxia firmly denied.
“Wang Donghua is trustworthy. One of his doctors participated in the first human head transplant experiment, another is an orchard owner whose instinct is grafting, and the last one used to be a high-altitude electrician.” In the blink of an eye, the fortune teller snapped the last three green beans, a truly swift and skillful move.
Yang Qinglan looked over: "Are you helping us?"
“I only help with the future,” the fortune teller said.
She picked up the winnowing basket containing the green beans and shook it: "You should go now, and I should go too."
"Are you the person you are now, and the person you are in the future?" Li Changzhou blurted out.
The sorceress put down her winnowing basket, closed her eyes, and then tilted her head to the side, making people instinctively want to help her up, afraid that she might lose consciousness and fall to the ground.
After waiting for a while, she still didn't wake up.
"Let's go," Yang Qinglan said.
The two siblings knew that she would no longer answer their questions, so they followed her out of the sorceress's house.
Li Changzhou walked last, gently closing the door behind him.
The moment the door closed, the sorceress opened her eyes. She slowly got up, knelt before the statue of Mazu, clasped her hands together, and trembled as if her whole body was cold.
Half of the black mist that followed Li Changzhou passed through the door, while the other half remained inside.
The humanoid black mist, whose front and back were indistinguishable, seemed to be watching her.
The sorceress trembled even more violently, and Mazu on the altar also experienced an earthquake-like jolt.
"The fortune teller is really effective, and she doesn't even charge a fee. She must have real skills!" Li Changzhou exclaimed as he stepped into the elevator, and the black mist was instantly pulled away.
Mazu gradually calmed down, and the sorceress seemed to recover from the chill as well.
When her body stopped trembling, she opened her eyes, which were filled with confusion. She stood up and looked at the folded beans with even more bewilderment.
"What's wrong?" she asked, puzzled.
“But the black mist sits as king, forever,” she replied.
"Is it the person you've been talking about?!" She asked urgently after a moment of surprise.
She did not answer.
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