of five senses fell, he saw a sacred and glorious ancient temple, descending majestically from an unknown place, immeasurable in height and width, spanning history and enduring the ravages of time. Ma...The Demon of Questioning still wipes his dagger, the Demon of Evil sleeps soundly, and the Flesh-Cutting Demon remains as usual.
No one has an opinion on the fortune teller's thoughts, and no one would offer their opinion on the fortune teller's thoughts.
Liang Jiu in a cold expanse, powerless to resist and dare not evade, welcomed his own doomsday.
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"No, no."
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He heard a voice saying this.
He's a good boy, we should keep him.
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This sound is simply heavenly!
“I’ll go catch another one for you.” The swallow said hurriedly, its figure flashing, and it had already disappeared into the distance.
It was clear that while she wasn't afraid to voice her disagreement, she lacked the authority to truly stop the fortune teller.
She could only offer an alternative choice for the fortune teller to select.
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...and would the fortune teller...give her some face
Liang Jiu could only feel his breath catching in his throat. The feeling of fate being controlled by others was not a pleasant one, but he had no power to control it himself.
He could only think, in such an environment, he absolutely couldn't lose the love Yanzi had for him. He absolutely couldn't...
He felt the fortune-teller's calm gaze gently falling upon him.
That gaze, as heavy as a thousand jun.
Fortunately, it was finally moved away.
The fortune teller sighed, “Women are troublesome.”
"That's too much trouble!" Li Shou echoed.
No, no, not at all troublesome.
Liang Jiu thought to himself.
He was almost in tears.
At this moment, he felt a surge of immense gratitude towards the swallow.
Even without these demons, he needn't have suffered such misfortune...
He was truly moved to tears, and even stopped finding the faceless mask frightening. Instead, he felt a unique kind of beauty in it.
And thanks to my parents for giving me this pretty decent-looking face.
He breathed deeply, feeling the presence of life, while also afraid to attract the attention of any demon.
Only then did he realize, cold sweat soaking through his shirt again.
That's terrifying!
Swallows return very quickly, I wonder if they are worried that the fortune teller will be impatient waiting.
In short, when she brought back a man of average stature, the fortune teller and Li Shou didn't chat for long.
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The content of their chat was quite strange, mostly about silver, jewelry and things like that, completely unlike what you'd expect from two notorious demons. The difference lay in the expressions: the diviner seemed relaxed, just chatting casually, while Li Shou blushed and was clearly enjoying himself very much.
The swallow dropped the helpless man at the fortune teller's feet. "See, I'm right on time, aren't I"
The diviner remained noncommittal, only telling Li Shou, "Take care of it."
Li Shou then promptly and nimbly stripped the man of his clothes.
But the swallow had already returned to stand before Liang Jiu.
“I’m back,” she said.
At this moment, Liang Jiu actually felt a hint of tenderness.
“Thank you, thank you.” His voice was trembling with emotion.
"Silly." Yan Zi extended her slender finger and wiped the corner of his eye: "A man must be strong, you know."
Liang Jiu clenched her lips tightly and nodded vigorously.
On the other side, the fortune teller half-kneeled down and swept his hand across the ground. The grass and trees withered away, and the stone color condensed. A smooth, round stone platform appeared in front of him.
It was never out of place, as if it had always been there.
Upon the stone platform, there were complex carvings, twisted together in a very eerie pattern. Liang Jiu only glanced at it from afar and felt dizzy.
The swallow covered his eyes, her voice soft: "Don't stare around, it's not good for you."
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Liang Jiuhua eased, the feeling of annoyance finally subsided. He replied with a hint of fear, "Understood."
“His name is Guashi. He ranks second among the Nine Great Demonic Lords and is known as the Divination Demon.” Yanzi whispered in his ear, as if introducing him.
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"Divination" Liang Jiu was a little puzzled.
Compared to names like "Ten Thousand Evils" and "Flesh-Cutting Demon," the Second Person Demon seems rather mild.
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"Oh. Fortune-telling." The swallow said lightly: "One fortune-telling, one life."
Liang Jiu could clearly hear the sound of saliva rolling down his throat. "Like this...like this"
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The fortune-teller seemed not to care what they were saying, nor did he mind how they discussed him.
He had no opinion on Yanzi's bringing back a young man from Qingyun Pavilion.
The man, stripped naked, was laid out in the shape of a "T" on a stone platform.
An ordinary person, probably plucked from any random street by a swallow. There was nothing extraordinary about him, nor any trace of training in mundane martial arts.
The extra flesh on his body was very noticeable, and there was also a smell that didn't come from someone who bathed often.
His eyes, wide with terror, were fixed in place; he couldn't even blink.
The diviner gently stroked his eyes, closing them for him.
A gleaming steel knife was handed to him.
Zheng Fei didn't know when he got up again and leaned over to watch. "Here, take the knife, so you won't get your hands dirty."
>“Since he became a sacrifice, he is not unclean.”
The fortune teller didn't use a knife; he only used one finger to draw five cuts on the bare man's neck, wrists, and instep.
Watching the blood flow silently.
“You’re here so early, why didn’t you kill Yao Qi” Zheng Fei looked for a while and suddenly asked an unrelated question.
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The fortune teller didn't look up, only staring at the blood flowing evenly. He said, "If I kill Yao Qi, none of you will live. Han Xu has something very important to do right now, so the trip to Qingyun Pavilion can succeed. We cannot be more important than that."
The raw blood of a naked man flowed along the lines of the stone platform, converging into a shallow depression.
The indentation was like a platform for an inkstone, blood serving as the ink.
He plunged his index finger into the blood-inkstone, allowing the crimson blood to envelop it. He sighed, “This is where the line is drawn.”
Cheng Fei didn't speak anymore.
He was unhappy about being chased by Yao Qi, feeling rather humiliated, but the fortune teller had already given an explanation. And it was a very reasonable explanation.
And he was a reasonable person.
"By the way," the fortune teller said, stirring her fingers lightly, "About that person I'm supposed to tell you about. Do you have any more detailed information"
“Generous.” Zheng Fei laughed inexplicably.
“He’s a very reasonable person.” Li Shou emphasized once again.
The fortune teller consults information, everyone needs to answer as much as possible.
Even the swallow who was flirting with Liang Jiu took a break to say, "Your escape technique is highly skilled. Every step you take leaves behind an imprint of blue clouds."
After finishing, she quietly pinched Liang Jiu's arm.
Liang Jiu quickly said, "He, his name is Yu Songhai. He was introduced into the sect by Feng Ming."
After some thought, he added: "Feng Yuezong's headmaster values him, and Chi Luzong's headmaster likes him too. Oh, and his swordsmanship is excellent!"
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He rattled off everything he knew like beans pouring out of a bamboo tube.
Yu Songhai strode calmly out of the darkness, forever etched in his memory was the scene where he saved someone from the clutches of the four great demons.
But what Matsui saved was not him.
The fortune teller's gaze fell on Fang Hualing.
Fang He Ling was still calmly wiping his dagger, saying, “It seems you are very confident.”
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He only said this one sentence.
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The fortune teller retracted his gaze.
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