Chapter 665 Unbelievable! The Fortune Teller's Disguise Has Been Exposed [1 Update]
Even though 80% of the fortune tellers in O Continent died in the three-hundred-year-long witch trials, it took more than a hundred years for the fortune-telling community to gradually recover.
However, there is absolutely no fortune teller who is unaware of the title "divine fortune teller".
Back then, after the fortune teller's prophecy appeared, some diviners complained about the fortune teller.
Since diviners have the ability to predict the future, they can naturally also change things.
But the diviner did not.
Instead, they watched helplessly as the soothsayer, known as the "witch sorceress," was murdered by the Church.
Therefore, fortune tellers in O continent now have two different feelings towards diviners.
Most people revered them, while others resented them.
But both the former and the latter fear the diviner.
A diviner.
He can control the past, predict the future, foretell fortune and misfortune, and divine the world.
This is the true God.
The old woman's eyes widened even more when she realized who she had met.
Then, as if out of control, he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"The fortune teller!" The old woman laughed maniacally, her face still filled with deep disbelief. "You're the fortune teller! You're actually the fortune teller!"
If her divination abilities hadn't been suppressed to the point of disappearing, she wouldn't have believed it at all.
The fortune teller is actually a young girl who's not even twenty years old yet?!
The old woman's face turned ashen; she had completely lost the will to resist.
How could I dare to oppose a diviner?
The old woman collapsed to the ground, but suddenly she screamed, "You made a prophecy! Why didn't you stop it?!"
Indeed, many of her ancestors died in that witch hunt.
"The flow of time is irreversible. It's not that my prediction came first; it's that this matter was already settled," Ying Zijing said calmly. "There are no variables in things that I cannot change."
The witch hunt is a major event of the century.
This is a catastrophe for the entire planet.
However, it is completely different from a person's destiny or death point; it is like heaven and earth.
Even if she had strongly stopped it at the time, the person who deserved to die would still have died in various ways later.
It's of no use.
"You're lying!" the old woman's teeth chattered. "You could have stopped them! You definitely could have stopped them! If you had stopped them, they wouldn't have died!"
As she spoke, it seemed she said, "I understand. You're from the East, and you want the fortune tellers over there to outdo us!"
"That's interesting." Ying Zijin rolled up her sleeves. "If I remember correctly, your ancestors weren't innocent. How many people did they harm through divination?"
The old woman's teeth chattered, but she couldn't refute it.
Ying Zijing ignored her and instead picked up a box from the closet.
Inside was a tarot deck.
Ying Zijing tilted her head and chuckled softly: "No wonder you're not afraid of the karmic consequences of forcibly altering cause and effect; it turns out you're also looking for someone to take the fall."
The old woman's expression turned terrified: "No! Don't!"
The girl remained indifferent, then unleashed her inner strength.
"Snap!"
The box shattered into pieces in an instant, and all 78 tarot cards inside were reduced to fragments.
The old woman let out a heart-wrenching scream, her body contorting in agony as her skin caved in at a visible speed.
This is the consequence of a backlash.
Over the decades, the old woman has committed many evil deeds through divination and forcibly separated many lovers.
Ying Zijing said calmly, "To be honest, if you hadn't made a move against Xize, I wouldn't have known that someone like you existed in O Continent."
The old woman's expression changed again, as if she had remembered something: "Xize, he actually..."
It's no secret that the Laurent family has a fortune teller behind them.
But the fortune teller was only on good terms with Caesar Laurent.
Holly's crush, Caesar, turns out to be the king of Florence from three hundred years ago?!
The extreme pain left the old woman with no energy to even think about how Caesar Laurent had managed to survive until now.
The girl put on a baseball cap, walked out of the cabin, and ignored the commotion inside.
The night grew deeper.
Ying Zijin looked up as if she had sensed something.
She narrowed her eyes and saw a tiny star streak across the sky.
This means that a powerful diviner has fallen.
Ying Zijin adjusted her hat and left the town at a leisurely pace.
A breeze blew by, the wooden door opened and closed again, and the town was quiet, as if no one had ever been there.
**
at the same time.
The capital city.
The fifth ancestral home.
Fifth Chuan, who was resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them, glanced at the sky with some surprise, then did some calculations with his fingers and gasped: "Freya from O Continent is actually dead."
He had fought with that old woman.
The old woman had a strong ability to divine, but because she had taken some unorthodox and wicked paths, she had suppressed him for a time.
Fortunately, Fifth Chuan learned a lot of feng shui formations from the books Ying Zijin left for Fifth Shaoxian, which forced the old woman to retreat from the east.
Feng shui formations don't exist in O Continent.
Fifth Chuan let out a long sigh: "This scourge is finally gone."
It's a good thing.
Fifth Chuan coughed violently. He picked up a tissue and wiped his face; the tissue was stained red with blood.
It's a miracle that he's lasted this long, considering that people from the Fifth Family usually die young.
Fifth Chuan glanced at the room opposite, where the lights were still on, and smiled with satisfaction.
In this way, after he passes away, he can entrust the fifth family to Fifth Month with peace of mind.
**
If a diviner dies an unnatural death, the spells she cast will completely dissipate.
When Xize woke up in the morning, the dizziness and fatigue were gone.
He regained his energetic appearance.
“My boss is really good to me.” Xize clicked his tongue. “It’s a real shame I can’t get in touch with Norton, otherwise I would have to brag to him about it.”
Xize also realized that Ying Zijin's return to Earth this time might be due to some thorny problem, and his boss's abilities were being restricted.
Even so, she still went to avenge him.
"Master." Job knocked on the door and said respectfully, "Miss Ying has arrived."
Xize immediately rolled off the bed, dressed as quickly as possible, and opened the door.
The girl was still wearing the clothes she had worn when she left; there wasn't even a speck of dust on her white T-shirt.
It's hard to believe she actually did anything; it's as if she just went to have a cup of tea.
"Boss, are you alright?" Xize asked with concern. "Are you injured?"
Ying Zijing, hands in her pockets, glanced at him indifferently: "Do you take me for someone like you?"
Xize scratched his blond hair, looking helpless: "I don't know why my body is so weak."
Steve Jobs was right about one thing.
How can he find a girlfriend with his health like this?
“Yes.” Ying Zijin nodded slightly. “I’m leaving soon. We’ll meet in the Muller Strait in July.”
The gateway from the seven continents and four oceans to the world's cities lies in the Mueller Strait.
“Of course.” Caesar’s expression became more serious. “I will definitely go to the City of the World.”
"I'm leaving." Ying Zijing waved her hand dismissively and tossed a medicine bottle to Xize.
She left Laurent Castle and boarded a helicopter.
On the plane, Sinai was fiddling with a computer.
Fu Yunshen was on the phone, his expression cold and stern.
A few minutes later, he ended the call and walked over: "Yaoyao, things happened suddenly, I need to go to the war zone."
"Take her to explore other parts of O Continent. Don't go to the ancient martial arts world until I return."
"A war zone?" Ying Zijing frowned. "What happened?"
"A large-scale disturbance." Fu Yunshen said calmly, "We don't have enough manpower, I need to go and provide support."
Ying Zijing looked directly at him and said, "I'll go with you."
In war-torn areas, even Fu Yunshen could get injured amidst the constant gunfire.
After all, the internal energy of ancient martial artists is not inexhaustible.
Once the internal energy is depleted, there's no way to become invulnerable to swords and spears.
She had also heard Nie Yi say that Fu Yunshen was respected by everyone in IBI because he had risked his life many times to maintain world peace.
Only in the last two years has his life become somewhat more comfortable.
Ying Zijin had a physical examination of Fu Yunshen.
Some of the injuries, he could have avoided with his abilities.
It is obvious that these injuries were sustained to protect others.
Fu Yunshen was silent for a moment.
He bent down, ruffled her hair, and smiled gently: "How about this, you go to IBI and bring Anthony with you, okay?"
"Deal." Ying Zijin simply shoved her bag into his hand. "The medicine in here should last for a while. Wait for me."
**
On the other side.
The world of ancient martial arts.
Hall of Justice.
Today is Jiang Ran's day off.
After he finished training, he came out, supporting his back, and saw Ling Mianxi waiting for him outside.
Jiang Ran was very touched: "Sister."
Ever since he was bullied in the court of justice, Ling Mianxi has personally come to pick him up every time he comes home.
"Okay, I'm leaving." Ling Mianxi looked him up and down, somewhat disgusted.
Jiang Ran took his phone from her hand, glanced at the news, and frowned: "Sis, there's unrest in O Continent again."
He clicked on the picture, which showed a scene of gunfire and explosions.
The death toll continues to rise.
Jiang Ran seemed to remember something, and her expression changed: "Sister, there's war over there, didn't Nie Yi go there too?"
Nie Yi's ancient martial arts skills are far from reaching the level of an ancient martial arts grandmaster.
It can stop bullets, but it can't stop them in mid-air using internal energy like a martial arts master.
“I know.” Ling Mianxi paused. “So if I don’t have time to pick you up next week, don’t go home. Stay at the Judicial Hall.”
"No way, sis, you're going there too?" Jiang Ran was taken aback. "What will happen to Auntie if something happens to you?"
As he spoke, he frowned again: "Nie Yi didn't tell you anything?"
Hearing this, Ling Mianxi paused for a moment, then said in a very soft voice, "He told me about it the first time he went on a mission."
Jiang Ran was completely confused: "What did you say?"
"Here." Ling Mianxi tossed the phone to him.
Jiang Ran was surprised: "You're so generous as to show me the information between you two?"
"What's wrong with showing it to you? It's not like it's anything shameful." Ling Mianxi shrugged. "You don't mean to steal your brother-in-law, do you?"
Jiang Ran: "..."
grass.
He's a total straight man.
He couldn't out-argue Xiu Yu, and he had never spoken to Ling Mianxi either.
Jiang Ran was glad that Ying Zijing wasn't a talkative person and wouldn't keep arguing with him.
He looked down at the text message Nie Yi had sent to Ling Mianxi.
The date is in the bottom right corner; it's September 2019.
It was more than two years ago.
Nie Yi's writing style is just like him—simple and direct.
Xiaomian, if something happens to me, don't wait for me.
Jiang Ran's heart skipped a beat.
He remembered that this time coincided with a riot breaking out somewhere in the world.
Nie Yi went there, and luckily he didn't die, but he was seriously injured.
He pursed his lips and handed the phone back to Ling Mianxi: "Then you still..."
Nie Yi's work is no different from that of the ancient martial artists in the Judicial Hall.
First and foremost, they must protect the ordinary people.
Only after that does home come into play.
“It’s his duty.” Ling Mianxi put her phone away and said calmly, “If he didn’t have a sense of responsibility, I wouldn’t be with him.”
She tilted her head. "You joined the Judicial Council without taking an oath?"
Jiang Ran scratched his head: "My level is not high enough yet. I will take the oath when I reach level one."
“That’s true.” Ling Mianxi nodded. “Your cultivation level is still too low.”
Jiang Ran then asked, "Where's your best friend?"
“Oh, Fuyi is still in seclusion,” Ling Mianxi said. “I can’t stand it. Making me go into seclusion for so long is no different from taking my life.”
Jiang Ran shrugged.
If his cousin really mastered everything like Yue Fuyi, she might already be a half-step ancient martial arts master.
After walking a few steps, he suddenly noticed something was wrong again.
In September 2019, Ling Mianxi was only 16 years old.
Jiang Ran: "..."
Nie Yi is finished.
**
On the other side.
The Xie family.
The butler hurried into a courtyard and whispered a few words in Xie Nian's ear: "Miss, the news is true. It's all over the news websites in the secular world. Nie Yi is not in China."
"Very good." Xie Nian opened her eyes, a cruel smile playing on her red lips. "Prepare to make your move."
(End of this chapter)
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