"Is this... a hallucination?" Lin Fan looked at the man behind the manager.
He seemed normal, just like when he first opened the door.
He looked groggy and hungover, his face ashen, his hair disheveled, and his shirt a dirty, dusty mess.
He looked exactly like a typical low-level thug, always looking dirty.
Lin Fan couldn't help but look at his feet.
He didn't use the soles of his feet to touch the ground; instead, he bent both ankles simultaneously, one to the left and one to the right, with the soles of his feet facing upwards, and stood steadily on the ground.
Senbai's bone fragments were exposed like sharp thorns on the jagged flesh, clearly indicating that his foot had been damaged at some point.
He acted as if he knew nothing about it.
Seeing Lin Fan looking at him, he even gave a crooked smile and nodded somewhat ingratiatingly.
After his boss showed absolute respect to Lin Fan and the sorceress, his attitude completely changed, and he was no longer as arrogant and unruly as he had been when they first met.
They completely followed the survival rules that low-level thugs should have.
Lin Fan nodded, smiled, and looked away from the shaman.
The fortune teller's face was normal.
His face suddenly turned a cold, bluish hue, like a statue in a temple that never sees the light of day.
'Perhaps it's because of that incense,' Lin Fan guessed to himself. The sorceress held the incense stick in her hand, its pale blue smoke enveloping him and his sister. The incense was almost burned out.
The sorceress shifted her gaze from the people sleeping on the sofa to Lin Fan.
Seeing that he seemed a little dazed, he quickly asked, "Xiao Fan, what's wrong?"
As the sound reached his ears, the scene before Lin Fan's eyes rapidly changed color. The white lights returned to their vibrant reds and greens, and the architectural decorations that had been reduced to only black, white, and gray instantly regained their true colors.
Everything before my eyes was once again magnificent.
Then look at everyone in the room.
Lin Fan discovered that the horrific, ashen state he had just witnessed had completely disappeared.
They were just ordinary people, only their faces looked tired and pale.
He rubbed his eyes, touched the alarm bell at his waist, and after confirming that it hadn't gone off, Lin Fan shook his head: "I'm fine."
"Alright, Mr. Zhang, we won't bother you any longer. We'll come back another time to discuss feng shui with you."
"Definitely, definitely, Xiao Wang, those two gifts..." The manager turned to look at the man who opened the door.
Upon hearing the boss's instructions, the man quickly picked up the two handbags that were placed to the side.
"Sirs, this is a small token of our boss's appreciation for you. Please accept it."
"Yes, gentlemen, it's just a few bottles of red wine I brought back from abroad. It's not worth much, it's just a token of my appreciation. Please accept it."
Lin Fan was about to refuse when he saw the fortune teller laughing and taking the two bags.
"Then we won't stand on ceremony. If you need anything in the future, just let us know, and we'll definitely help if we can!" The fortune teller laughed and took the bag from the other person.
"Then we'll take our leave, Xiao Fan, let's go back." With that, the sorceress led the way out.
"Don't ask anything, just go." Smiling, the fortune teller waved to the manager and the man standing inside the gate who hadn't taken a step out, then floored the accelerator. The black SUV roared as it sped off Xiyin Road and onto the main road.
The fortune teller drove with a solemn expression, not saying a word.
She drove eastward until she left the city, passed through factories, and finally stopped the car when the surrounding scenery turned into an endless cornfield.
"Get out of the car and come with me." She gritted her teeth and said those words, then took a red bundle from the trunk. She led the way into the cornfield.
Lin Fan placed his younger sister on the car seat, told her to wait here obediently for her brother, and then followed the sorceress into the cornfield.
The corn seedlings, taller than a person, had short, dagger-like, dark green leaves that blocked out the warm sunlight overhead.
Lin Fan followed the sorceress's footsteps, step by step, into the depths of the cornfield.
But the sorceress was too fast, and he gradually lost track of her.
"The fortune teller? The fortune teller?" For some inexplicable reason, Lin Fan felt a little flustered.
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He had a vague feeling that the lush cornfield was infected with some strange germ, and the corn seedlings had all changed color.
The transformation from black and green to gray and decayed gave off an extremely morbid feeling, making Lin Fan feel extremely uncomfortable.
Lin Fan suddenly had a feeling that he was being watched.
He frowned. "Sister fortune teller, this joke isn't funny."
Lin Fan looked in the direction where he felt the gaze, but saw nothing but withered leaves.
Immediately afterwards, he sensed something...
It feels like having thorns in your back.
The feeling was quite strange; my skin became prickly and itchy, as if needles were pricking my skin.
He looked down and saw that the corn leaves had all bent over at some point, one by one pressing against his skin.
It felt like daggers gently pressing against his skin.
Instinctively, Lin Fan activated the Demon Child's Smile.
"The Jade Emperor has possessed me!"
"Good brother, don't resist..."
"Trust your sister..."
The sorceress's voice drifted from the horizon, ethereal and dreamlike.
But that phrase, "Trust your sister," truly made Lin Fan believe her.
He suppressed the eerie smile that lingered on his lips, and also suppressed the childlike laughter. He let the corn leaves press against his body, and let the corn stalks writhe into snakes, twist into chains and tentacles, binding his limbs.
Some corn leaves quietly turned into yellow talismans, on which were written in cinnabar in a flamboyant style...
[Imperial Edict - Abundant Wealth and Prosperity]
[Imperial Decree - Smooth Sailing]
[Imperial Edict...]
They are all auspicious and lucky words.
Immediately afterward, as Lin Fan curiously examined the talismans, a huge red veil floated down from the sky, gently covering his face. A faint, sweet fragrance wafted into his nostrils.
The top notes are cool and gloomy, the middle notes are passionate and warm, and the base notes are sweet and moist...
It's so captivating that you can't help but want to immerse yourself in it.
With a sudden pull from the corn stalk tentacles binding his feet, Lin Fan lay down and fell asleep on the 'bed' made of corn stalks.
"Isn't this inappropriate?" Lin Fan couldn't help but shout.
"Sister fortune teller, even if you really want to do something to me, you don't have to do it like this..."
Lin Fan couldn't help but recall the scenes from the novels he had secretly copied from the nurse in his previous life, including the swaying scenes inside the green gauze curtains and the story of the Taoist priest covering Xiaolongnu's face with a handkerchief... His face flushed with embarrassment.
"snort..."
"The little guy's got some pretty good ideas..." The sorceress's voice came from the horizon again. Then it turned into a series of incantations, sometimes fast and sometimes slow.
"The disciple, being devout, prepared a banquet, invited immortals to exorcise ghosts... If the ghosts are not convinced, then light the heavenly candles... When the heavenly candles are lit, divine light appears..."
"Since this disciple is devout, I have prepared a banquet..."
As the sorceress spoke, Lin Fan suddenly felt something superimposed on his body. What he didn't see was...
Some black mist emanated from his face and body, lifting the red veil covering his face.
A bizarre, ferocious, and pained face, covered by a red veil, floated up and roared incessantly.
The roar was filled with deathly energy.
Lin Fan was taken aback, then realized what was happening.
He has already died halfway through his life.
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