Wang Fan, initially immersed in the joy of his first successful transaction, was taken aback by the sudden question.
Would I myself face a bloody disaster?
Impossible.
Absolutely impossible.
Wang Fan had calculated his own fortune, and today was destined to bring him business, meeting a noble person, a great omen.
But a thought sparked in Wang Fan's mind, and he involuntarily performed another divination for himself.
The next second, cold sweat suddenly broke out on Wang Fan's forehead, and he looked at the person in front of him with a hint of panic.
What's going on?
Not only would he face a bloody disaster, but it could very well be a life-or-death crisis.
The omen had suddenly shifted from great fortune to extreme misfortune, a change that was too abrupt, with no warning at all.
This also showed that while omens were accurate, they also changed in real-time, not remaining static.
His calculation indicated a dire outcome: one thought could bring life or death, extreme misfortune.
So, life and death were both within his grasp, a matter of his own intention?
"Ah, this..."
Wang Fan's face contorted in alarm. He wanted to flee, but the omen suggested that escape was not a solution.
If he were to flee, it might very well mean a swift death.
He had just acquired his golden finger and didn't want to die yet.
"What did you figure out, master diviner?"
Zhao Yunhai teased, observing Wang Fan's expression.
But to Wang Fan, the other's smile seemed to convey, "You cannot escape."
No, he had to calm down. He couldn't afford to provoke this person. He would go along with their wishes for now and think of another way to extricate himself.
He truly did not wish to die, so Wang Fan's mind raced, and he managed a forced smile, trying to appear calm.
"I've figured it out. Noble one, you possess great skill."
"Let's go. I'll treat you to a meal on the way."
Zhao Yunhai suddenly stepped forward and slung an arm around Wang Fan's shoulder.
With a gentle pat, Wang Fan felt his legs turn to jelly.
Wang Fan swore to the heavens that it wasn't because he was scared, but because the man was genuinely strong.
Watching this young man being escorted away by this group, the old vendors' expressions shifted to relief.
They knew it. How could such good fortune be for real?
This kid must have offended someone important. Now, he was probably in for trouble.
"Hmm, there's a young monk."
After being released, Wang Fan twisted his neck and suddenly noticed a young bald head among the group.
"Amitabha."
The young monk Wu Chen offered Wang Fan a friendly smile.
Zhao Yunhai glanced at Wang Fan, realizing that the boy's divinatory skills were indeed useful to him.
This kind of protagonist could be harnessed, and how to achieve that would depend on the boy's own destiny.
"In ancient times, fortune tellers often distanced themselves from the powerful and wandered the martial world. Do you know why?"
Zhao Yunhai suddenly turned to Wang Fan and asked.
Wang Fan, clueless, didn't understand the implication. "Why?"
Zhao Yunhai said calmly, "Because they feared for their lives. Once a secret related to the powerful was divined, they usually met only one fate."
Wang Fan seemed to have guessed something, swallowed hard, and a cold sweat broke out on his back. He forced a smile and asked, "What fate?"
"Naturally, only the dead can keep a secret."
Zhao Lesheng suddenly chimed in beside Wang Fan with a schadenfreude grin.
"But it's quite something that you could foresee Brother Yunhai's bloody disaster. You've got some skill."
Zhao Lesheng examined him with great curiosity.
"A small skill, a small skill, not worth mentioning."
Perhaps Wang Fan would have modestly preened at such a compliment before, but now he genuinely wanted to keep a low profile.
He couldn't help but inwardly lament, he was in deep trouble.
This noble person had a profound background, and he had only wanted to make a living.
Protagonists typically had difficult lives, especially ordinary individuals like Wang Fan. Upon receiving such a golden finger, naturally, their first thought was to divine fortunes and earn money.
Money was incredibly important in this world; without it, one couldn't move a single step.
If even a protagonist with a golden finger's first thought was to make money, then ordinary people without such advantages were even more so.
"This is not a small skill. I believe you have real talent."
An elder from the clan suddenly walked up to Wang Fan from behind and spoke to him with deep meaning.
"From your eyes, I can see that you seem to know our identities."
"And to be noticed by my Xiao Hai, it confirms you are indeed skilled."
"Your future prosperity and success are surely within reach."
"Rest assured, we of the Zhao clan trust those we employ and never betray them; that's a sign of insecurity."
Wang Fan offered a perfunctory smile and didn't reply. He was terribly worried now, what should he do? His heart was in a panic.
Zhao Yunhai chuckled inwardly and glanced back at the scene unfolding behind him, thinking, "As expected."
They hadn't gone far when Zhao Yunhai clearly saw a couple and a woman, who appeared to be a streamer, approaching the spot where the divination had taken place.
If he hadn't taken Wang Fan away, Wang Fan would have entered the protagonist's predetermined narrative, leading to widespread questioning and explosive popularity online.
Perhaps this was the trajectory of fate; once one's destiny was nudged, their fortunes could easily change.
A flicker of thought about the principles and taboos of divination crossed Zhao Yunhai's mind.
"Don't go in, you'll die."
When Zhao Yunhai arrived at a down-to-earth hot pot restaurant, Wang Fan adamantly refused to enter.
"Amitabha, benefactor, have you divined something?"
The young monk Wu Chen whispered into Wang Fan's ear.
The monk's "Amitabha" instantly calmed Wang Fan, who then turned to Zhao Yunhai with a serious expression.
"Something will happen if we go in."
"You also know that we diviners would never joke with our own lives."
With an arm unable to win against a thigh, Wang Fan knew that if he didn't explain himself clearly, he might be forced inside.
He didn't want to die yet.
He was still young.
He didn't have a girlfriend yet. (￢_￢)
"We can't stand by and watch innocent people get hurt. We must warn them."
Wang Fan spoke urgently to the young monk.
It was currently peak mealtime, with many patrons enjoying hot pot inside. If something were to happen, casualties would be inevitable.
"Boss."
The young monk Wu Chen possessed a naturally compassionate heart and didn't wish to see innocent people suffer undeserved calamity before his eyes.
"As long as I don't go in, none of this will happen."
Zhao Yunhai let out a sneer. "A Da, find him."
"As you command."
A Da naturally wouldn't act personally, as Si Jin Yan was still hidden nearby, and his duty was to stay by Young Master Yun's side.
Meanwhile, the hidden Si Jin Yan was on a rooftop dealing with a sniper concealed there, preparing to act.
This was a contingency plan. If Zhao Yunhai survived the explosion, the sniper would finish him off with a single shot.
Such a direct and aggressive method would undoubtedly provide the Zhao clan with an opportunity to seek retribution afterward.
However, these powerful figures of the Qian Shou clan could no longer afford to be so cautious.
As long as Zhao Yunhai was killed, the Zhao clan's direct lineage for the position of family head would be without a successor for at least twenty years.