Chapter 405 Yuan Tianxiang, Yuan Tiangang, Yuan Tiansuan
The ninety-nine extraordinary people in the world may not know that the undisputed number one family in Jiuzhou is actually so destitute.
The old walls were covered with broken tiles, the beams and pillars were riddled with wormholes, and some of the houses looked like they could collapse at any moment.
One by one, figures walked out of the door and watched the sky from afar.
It can be seen that they are all wearing coarse linen clothes, and their houses are piled with freshly harvested grain. They actually make a living by farming.
The world's number one family would certainly not be so low-key.
Leaking the secrets of heaven will lead to eclipse from heaven.
They are bearing their own "disaster".
After each fortune-telling session, the Yuan family would encounter different disasters depending on the severity of the matter, such as the collapse of their house, bloody heads, and bad luck.
These disasters cannot be stopped by any extraordinary ability and must be borne in their entirety.
The secret of heaven cannot be revealed.
In fact, every fortune teller understands when they enter the industry that they are never people with omnipotent powers, they just suffer for others.
Therefore, the Yuan family only told fortunes for people in exchange for money when they were at their lowest point.
After the family prospered, they closed the door and never went out.
But later, ghosts started to cause chaos. The Taoist Alliance that ruled the world at that time had fewer people than the underworld today, and transportation and information transmission were not well developed. Once some villages and towns were attacked by ghosts, they were almost completely wiped out.
As a last resort, the first generation of the family took the Yuan family out of the war, predicted the whereabouts of the ghosts, and calculated in advance where the ghosts would attack, saving countless people in the chaos.
The Yuan family suffered a backlash from fate, and ended up in its current dilapidated state.
A hundred years ago, the underworld grew stronger, and the rules of the Nine Provinces changed again and again, finally reaching a relatively stable state, and the Yuan family could finally hide again.
They haven't had fortune-telling done for decades.
The descendants of the Yuan family still need to repay the debts they have paid for their family and bear the brunt of disasters. From the moment they are born, they are destined to a life of poverty, wearing hemp clothes and drinking coarse tea, living in dilapidated houses and old villages.
Fortunately, most people have gotten used to it.
For those who were destined to become fortune tellers from birth, it is not a good thing to live a life without being contaminated by the prosperous world.
now.
As night fell, the strange and bloody sky phenomenon caused a stir again in the Yuan family, which had not been bustling for a long time.
"The Yin Qi erupted ahead of schedule?"
"Why didn't the underworld send anyone here to ask us to infer the disaster in this battle..."
"Yes, they didn't even look for us during the turmoil. Did they forget about our Yuan family?"
"Maybe they don't want us to shorten our lives any further..."
"This time, it seems different!"
"Third Uncle, what do you say?"
The words of an old man startled all the fortune tellers in hemp clothes.
"I can't see for sure, but I have a distinct feeling that this astrological sign is going to be more ominous!"
"It's clearly the same as during previous turmoil, Third Uncle, are you getting blinded by age?"
"You little brat, you're looking for a fight, aren't you?"
Amidst the argument, the group walked out of the house and came to a relatively flat piece of mud ground. Next to it was a broken wooden board with three words engraved on it: Observatory.
Among them, there was a young man who was out of tune with the people around him.
Late in the evening, he wore a pair of sunglasses, a fashionable shirt, vacation pants, and a pair of foam-soled slippers. Although the shoes didn't fit him well, he still looked so outstanding.
This seemed to be the only child in the village who had ever met someone in the city.
"It's autumn now, Xiaotian, aren't you cold dressed like this?"
"Yeah, Brother Tian, why have you been wearing the same outfit since you came back last time? It must have been seven days since you changed it, right?"
"Xiaotian, can you see clearly with sunglasses on at night?"
"Will it all stink..."
The young man had originally looked complacent, very satisfied with his own "fashion", but when he heard these words, his expression froze.
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