Chapter 17 Bedtime

Jiang Wu, a man who was too lazy to even tell a lie, had no hope in his acting skills. After reading the character information, he went to do other things.

When Zhang Xiaoyu came to pick him up three days later, he was sitting cross-legged on the ground, trying to calculate Han Zhong's destiny based on his birth date and eight characters in the encyclopedia, but he couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he tried. In the end, he even used the spells of the Siming clan, but still couldn't find out anything. This made him doubt his life.

Could it be that there was a Taoist priest or sorcerer who was stronger than Han Zhong? It was fine that he could deceive the eyes of a fortune teller, but he even used the Taoist deduction method, a combination of the strong, and it didn't work? Could it be that the other party was a terrestrial immortal who had reached the level of half-ascension?

Although he was called an earthly immortal during the Great Zhou Dynasty, he had only reached the eighth level of immortal cultivation, the Guanshi Realm, and was still a little short of the ninth level of earthly immortality. He had only seen one true earthly immortal, and that was his master. It was said that only those who had reached the ninth level of divine favor were the true fate masters who controlled the destiny of heaven and earth, and could even change the world, but the punishment they had to endure was unimaginable.

If there are earthly immortals in this world, why didn't he feel anything? Was it because his soul was too badly damaged?

He was in a tangle for three whole days. There were a bunch of papers with strange words written on them scattered around him. His hair was messy and he looked very decadent. Zhang Xiaoyu almost fainted when he saw this scene.

"My dear Jiang, I was so eager to get cosmetic surgery three days before the audition, but you didn't just ask for cosmetic surgery to reshape your body, you should at least adjust your schedule and take care of your skin. How can you do this for a while——"

Zhang Xiaoyu wailed as he helped the man up. He heaved a sigh of relief when he saw his face. "It's okay. His face is still fine. His skin is still very durable. You can hardly see the pores."

Jiang Wu was urged to wash up and change his clothes, but since he hadn't received any invitations from the crew for a long time, he couldn't even find a decent piece of clothing.

Zhang Xiaoyu thinks it's not a good idea. Although the role of Cangyue has few scenes, she is very popular and there will definitely be a lot of people vying for the role. Although his brother Jiang has a good-looking face and figure, clothes make the man, and he can't lose in this regard.

Fortunately, the audition was scheduled for four o'clock in the afternoon, so half an hour later Jiang Wu was taken to the largest shopping mall in the city center to buy clothes.

"Do we have that much money?" Jiang Wu asked while looking at the prices on the tags of items in the mall.

"Grit your teeth and buy a shirt. Don't ask for the most expensive one, but the best one."

Fortunately, Jiang Wu had good looks and he finally found suitable clothes within his budget, so Zhang Xiaoyu simply let him put them on.

I have to say that Zhang Xiaoyu is really good at choosing. It's already September and the temperature is not that hot. He picked a simple casual long light blue-purple taffeta jacket for Jiang Wu, with a white shirt of the same material inside, and casual light pink trousers underneath, with a belt of the same color.

This color combination is bright but not glaring, but it requires people with very fair skin to wear it, otherwise it will easily become a deathly color. Jiang Wu's skin is just the right amount of fair and moist with a healthy glow, and the soft and slightly shiny fabric makes his overall peaceful temperament appear even more ethereal, and the shop assistants couldn't help but secretly take pictures.

Zhang Xiaoyu couldn't help but take a photo, planning to post it on Weibo someday.

It was only eleven o'clock when they changed their clothes. The two decided to go out for dinner, study the characters, and then rush to the audition location.

As he had not taken on any acting job for a long time and this was a big production, Zhang Xiaoyu seemed particularly cautious. Along the way, he kept reminding him of the etiquette issues he needed to pay attention to and the precautions in the circle. Finally, he talked about the character. After all, he knew how terrible Jiang Wu's acting skills were, but he was afraid of undermining his confidence, so he could only praise him and remind him not to try too hard. If he really couldn't do it, he could just create some poses and use his appearance to convince the director.

He was mumbling something, and Jiang Wuqishi was already distracted by the third sentence. He looked at the people coming and going on the street. Each person had a different kind of luck, with different colors, shapes, and movements, all of which indicated their past and the future that was about to happen. He could see it clearly and could even calculate the different destinies that would occur to him if he went up to talk to the other person.

Although he could not deduce more complicated and detailed trends because of the damage to his soul, he still had no problem reading basic fates. He could even see the life and death of people passing by. So why couldn't he see Han Zhong's fate? What went wrong?

Just as he was puzzled, Zhang Xiaoyu beside him suddenly said, "Isn't that the driver of Mr. Han from before?"

Jiang Wu was now extremely sensitive to the words "Korean" and "heavy", and he stopped immediately, "Where is it?"

Zhang Xiaoyu pointed behind him and said, "That man who just passed by us, I've seen him before in Champs Elysees Villa."

Jiang Wu looked in the direction he pointed, his expression slightly changed, "Is it the middle-aged man in the blue striped suit?"

"right."

“…This is terrible.”

Jiang Wu said "I have something to do" and turned around to chase after him.

Zhang Xiaoyu followed him with a confused look on his face, "Brother Jiang! Brother Jiang!"

Ignoring the shouts behind him, Jiang Wuxin anxiously pushed through the crowd and chased after the driver. When the driver just passed by him, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of the other person's fate. The other person would be in danger of his life within half an hour, and he happened to be Han Zhong's driver. At this time, he might be going to pick up Han Zhong, which meant that Han Zhong might also be in danger of his life!

He was in a busy commercial district with a lot of people. The driver crossed the road just a few seconds earlier than him, and he and a group of passers-by were stopped on the side of the road by a red light. They could only watch the other party walk to the opposite side of the road and get into a black car. The moment the other party opened the car door, Jiang Wu caught a glimpse of Han Zhong sitting in the back seat.

There was no time to catch up, so Jiang Wugan simply stopped a car and asked the driver to follow Han Zhong's car.

The taxi driver didn't ask any questions and followed them immediately. However, Han Zhong's car in front must have noticed that he was following and quickly started to accelerate. Jiang Wu was soon left behind with several cars between them. He watched from a distance as the other car drove out on the auxiliary road.

Jiang Wu felt a little regretful that he didn't have the nerve to ask Han for his contact information before. Now he could at least remind the other party.

In the black Maybach that had just left the auxiliary road, the driver Lu Linhe glanced at the rearview mirror and said to the man in the back seat, "Boss Han, we've gotten rid of the person. It might be a bit congested if we go back to the main road directly. Can we take a detour?"

"Can."

"OK."

The driver turned the steering wheel and continued to turn right, and soon drove to a small road with few cars.

Han Zhong, who was sitting in the back seat, noticed that something was wrong with the shadow outside the window. He looked up and found that there were dense green trees planted along the road. He frowned and asked, "Did we take this road before?"

"Ah?" Lu Linhe was stunned, looked around, and then apologized repeatedly, "Sorry, sorry, I turned too early at the intersection just now. I'm sorry, President Han, I'll turn back now."

Han Zhong glanced at the time. There was still half an hour left before the lunch time he had agreed with his client. If he drove faster, he should be able to make it in time.

"Yeah." He responded lightly.

Lu Linhe drove to the front and turned left. Logically, he should have slowed down here, but the next moment the car suddenly accelerated, missed the left turn, and drove forward quickly.

Han Zhong leaned back suddenly, and before he could ask, he heard Lu Linhe in front of him yelling in fear, "Boss Han, the brakes are not working!"

Han Zhong's face changed, he immediately put down the tablet and reached out to press the button in the corner behind the seat. However, as soon as his hand touched the button, the car slammed into a large truck on the side of the road. The airbags in the front and rear seats popped out in an elliptical shape, and Han Zhong was thrown forward suddenly, with his chest pressed tightly against the airbag.

There was total silence in the car.

Han Zhong slowly calmed his dizzy head, reached out to open the airbag, and saw the car engine that had been damaged and the front windshield that had been shattered into a spider web shape. Fortunately, it did not break and fly apart, but Lu Linhe in the driver's seat was lying on the airbag, and his life or death was unknown.

"Uncle Lu?" He called out to the other party, but there was no response.

Han's heart sank. He took out his cell phone and called the emergency number, then sent a message to Yao Ping. Then he unbuckled his seat belt, leaned forward to disable the airbag on the driver's seat, and checked Lu Linhe's injuries.

However, just as he put his hand on Lu Linhe's arm, the man who was lying there and seemed to be unconscious suddenly turned around and stabbed him with a dagger.

Han Zhongwei's pupils shrank and he immediately dodged to the side, but the space inside the car was small and the dagger pierced into his left shoulder with a "swish" sound. A strong smell of blood soon spread in the car.