Chapter 943 Your Jade Ginseng Belongs to Me
The people around were in an uproar upon hearing Su Yunxi's answer, never expecting the fortune-telling old man to be right.
"So, do I get the money now?" the fortune-telling old man extended his hand, saying calmly.
"You should!"
"That's right, he got it right, of course, he should be paid!"
The others chimed in.
Seeing the situation, Su Yunxi immediately took out several hundred-yuan bills from her wallet and handed them over.
The fortune-telling old man's eyes lit up at the sight of the red banknotes, and a smile spread across his face.
As the money approached him, the fortune-telling old man could no longer contain himself. He reached out with a smile to grab it, saying, "Thank you very much. I will pray to the heavens for your peace, smoothness, and happiness in the future..."
Suddenly, a hand shot out. In a blur, the banknotes vanished.
The fortune-telling old man froze, then glared at Chen Xuan in anger, "Kid, what are you doing?"
"I don't think you're qualified to take this money," Chen Xuan said with a slight smile.
"I'm not qualified?"
The fortune-telling old man was furious. "You brat, today I'll show you how many eyes King Ma truly has!"
"Oh? I'd be interested to see," Chen Xuan replied with a playful smile.
"How about this: you pick a few people from the crowd, and I'll tell their fortunes. If I get them all right, you'll become my disciple. What do you say?" the fortune-telling old man sneered.
Chen Xuan laughed, "Alright, I'll take that bet with you! But if you get even one wrong, I win. And if I win, you have to give me the jade ginseng you're holding."
"How did you know I have jade ginseng?" the fortune-telling old man was taken aback.
Chen Xuan smiled and said nothing.
Chen Xuan had actually seen the surveillance footage and knew what the fortune-telling old man looked like. He hadn't remembered at first but now recognized him.
Furthermore, the fortune-telling old man's methods had alerted Chen Xuan.
"Choose your people!" the fortune-telling old man said, full of confidence and arrogance.
It seemed he could divine anyone's past, present, and future.
"Chen Xuan, I have a feeling this guy wants you to become his disciple," Su Yunxi said, frowning suspiciously.
It was clearly about money, but the fortune-telling old man wanted Chen Xuan to become his disciple, which made Su Yunxi wary.
"No matter," Chen Xuan said with a faint smile.
He raised his hand and casually pointed to a middle-aged man nearby, "Him, then."
The fortune-telling old man looked at the middle-aged man, his eyes narrowing.
A sharp glint seemed to shoot from his eyes, as if he could see through the man's past, present, and future.
A moment later, the fortune-telling old man withdrew his gaze and looked at Chen Xuan dismissively, "Kid, just this one?"
"Yes, just this one!" Chen Xuan nodded calmly.
"Kid, today I'll show you the abilities of Old Dragon Head!"
Saying that, the fortune-telling old man looked at the middle-aged man and said calmly, "You look troubled, your complexion is pale, and your cheeks are faintly flushed. This indicates a bloody disaster. Have you encountered any insurmountable difficulties at home recently?"
"How did you know?"
The middle-aged man, initially angered by being called "kid," forgot his anger upon hearing the fortune-teller's words. He widened his eyes and looked at the old man.
He had no prior acquaintance with the fortune-teller, so how could the old man know so much about him?
"Your parents were in a car accident and are now in critical condition in the ICU, your wife has run off with someone else, and you want to jump off a building to end it all. Am I right?" the fortune-telling old man said impatiently, not bothering to explain how he knew.
"How did you know?"
The middle-aged man was even more astonished and blurted out.
"Naturally, I divined it," the fortune-telling old man said, raising his chin proudly.
Hearing this, the middle-aged man knew he had encountered a master. He immediately knelt before the fortune-telling old man, saying, "Please help me, Master, otherwise I will surely jump!"
"No problem, no problem," the fortune-telling old man waved his hand and said calmly, "Is your house newly built?"
"A few years ago, my career was going smoothly, my business was booming, and I made a lot of money. So last year, I had a villa built. It was just completed a while ago, but before I could even move in, this happened."
"Then that's it. Go and demolish your newly built villa immediately. You will find something about three meters deep directly beneath the living room. Retrieve it."
"Demolish the villa?"
The middle-aged man hesitated slightly. The villa had cost a lot of money. But thinking that wealth was ultimately external, it was nothing to someone who was about to commit suicide.
"I'll go now!"
The middle-aged man turned and left.
Not long after, the middle-aged man returned excitedly, his face beaming with joy, a stark contrast to his previous despondent demeanor.
"Master, Master!"
The middle-aged man knelt before the fortune-telling old man, "You are truly miraculous! After I demolished the villa, I received a call from the hospital. My parents have passed the danger, and my wife and her lover, who were reportedly on a cruise, were on a ship that suddenly sank..."
"You demolished the house that quickly?"
Even the fortune-telling old man was stunned.
The others looked at each other, suspecting that this middle-aged man was in league with the fortune-teller.
The middle-aged man scratched his head sheepishly and said, "To be honest, I'm in the construction business. I have over a hundred men and more than a dozen excavators. My specialty is demolition. They were working nearby. With one call, I stopped all their projects and they all went to demolish the villa."
"So that's how it is," the fortune-telling old man nodded.
"Master, this is what I dug up from beneath the living room. Please take a look quickly and tell me what it is and what I should do."
As he spoke, the middle-aged man opened the package he was carrying.
It was a small bronze coffin, adorned with various ghastly faces and fierce fangs, radiating malevolent energy. Even without special insight, others could feel that the small bronze coffin was not something auspicious.
"It is indeed an object of a heretical cult! Hmph!"
The fortune-telling old man's gaze sharpened. "No matter, let me dispel its malevolent energy!"
With that, the fortune-telling old man flicked his wrist, and a string of five ancient coins landed in his palm. He pressed them firmly onto the small bronze coffin.
He chanted incantations, and from within the small bronze coffin, screams of ghosts and spirits could be heard, extremely piercing.
Those with perceptive abilities could hear it and instinctively covered their ears.
The surroundings became even more eerie!
Everyone looked at the small bronze coffin with even greater terror!
"Heavens, what kind of evil thing is this!"
Many people, frightened, stumbled backward.
"Destroy!"
Suddenly, the fortune-telling old man spoke with thunderous authority, like a seasoned master, a far cry from his disheveled appearance earlier.
With that single word!
The screams from within the small bronze coffin instantly vanished. The sinister aura emanating from the small bronze coffin also disappeared.
"Alright, now find a large river or a big lake and throw this bronze coffin into it. You'll be fine," the fortune-telling old man said calmly.
"I'll do it now!"
The middle-aged man, without any doubt, left with the small bronze coffin.