"You're wrong! You are here to collect a debt!" The fortune-teller took paper and pen and said to Li Banfeng, "Write a character first."
This was for character analysis.
Li Banfeng asked cautiously, "How much does character analysis cost?"
"Not a penny!" The fortune-teller waved his hand. "I'm not after your money. I see you're a person of loyalty and righteousness, and I want to help you break this calamity."
"If it's free, then that's fine." Li Banfeng nodded repeatedly and wrote the character 'Xiang' on the paper.
After looking at it, the fortune-teller's expression grew even more solemn. "This is a sign of great misfortune. Through the paper, I can even smell the scent of blood."
"What smell? Why can't I smell it?" Li Banfeng was very nervous.
"Take a closer look. This 'Xiang' character: 'wood' beside 'eye'. Blood is right before your eyes."
Li Banfeng was confused. "How does 'wood' relate to bloodshed?"
