Chapter 7: Chapter 7: Miss, Would You Like a Fortune Telling?
Underneath Yitian Bridge, Qin Ruan stopped, raised her arm, and rolled up her sleeve.
On the inner side of her arm, there was a brightly coloured red line.
This short red line, its length represented the remainder of her life.
She responded to this line.
One year...
Time was running out.
From the moment Qin Ruan opened her eyes till now, she only had one year left to live.
To extend her lifespan, she needs to find Evil Qi.
Evil Qi, the evil and sinister energy in this world.
It often comes from demons and evil creatures.
Qin Ruan let down her sleeve, momentarily unsure of where to find Evil Qi.
Her pace was slow, physical pain keeping her alert.
She wanted to plan the road ahead well.
"Come and see, I do fortune-telling. If it's not accurate, I charge less. If it is, I double the price..."
Suddenly, a distinct, aged voice called out nearby.
The sound came from ahead, not too far away.
Qin Ruan looked up, and a stall under Tianqiao came into view.
An old man wearing black sunglasses and a blue robe stood out.
Sitting in front of the stall with an air of wisdom, the voice was coming from him.
"Young lady, we are fated. I see a fortune in your facial features. Your forehead is round, your face slightly red, your vitality is strong.
However, there's a dark aura around your eyes, I'm afraid that disaster is near. Speak your birth date and time, I will cast a divination for you. Three hundred for a divination, not much."
Qin Ruan looked at the old man for a moment, with a myriad of emotions in her eyes. Suddenly, she burst out laughing.
Her pale, delicate face was lit up with her laughter, carrying an air of fragility.
It really did come without any effort.
Just now she was thinking about where to find Evil Qi, and now it is presenting itself.
The old man said that she was surrounded by a dark aura, oblivious to the fact that he was enveloped by a dense dark fog.
Each person carries an aura that changes with their actions for good or evil.
Most people's auras are black, red, white, or gold.
Black represents Evil Qi, for the wicked or those carrying sinister things.
Red signifies impending disaster, a bloody calamity.
White is for good people, people with longevity.
Gold represents merit, prosperity and abundance.
And then there is a rare aura, the Purple Energy that signifies Emperor Energy.
Those who can carry this kind of aura are extremely rare.
Qin Ruan walked up to the fortune-telling stall. She looked at the old man with a smile that wasn't quite a smile, her beautiful eyes scanning him from head to toe.
Her gaze finally settled on the white jade pendant hanging around his neck.
"Young lady, would you like a divination?" the old man asked with a beaming smile.
Qin Ruan shook her head slightly, her eyes, sparkling like a cat mesmerized by a fish, were fixated on the old man's White Jade Pendant.
As if her gaze was too direct, the old man's smile disappeared, replaced by caution and vigilance.
He quickly tucked his exposed Jade Pendant into his clothes, patting it gently before seeming to feel somewhat assured.
This was a prized antique he'd recently sourced from Antique Street. It cost half of his savings. It was a rare item that he had a preference for.
His distinct non-subtle action prompted a slight raise of Qin Ruan's eyebrows.
"Is something that's endangering your life so precious?"
The man's face hardened: "Nonsense! I think you're here to cause trouble. If you're not here for a divination, step aside. Don't hinder my business."
Leaving was not an option. She couldn't give up on the item she wanted without having it in her hands.
Chapter 8: Chapter 8: Tongsha Sky Bridge, Pointing Out the Maze
Qin Ruan sat in the chair in front of the stall, her arms crossed and she was lazily leaning on the chair.
"Since you obtained this white jade pendant, one misfortune after another has struck your home. First, your little grandson had an accident at school and broke his leg, he's still in the hospital."
"Then, your daughter-in-law. Hmm, I believe she had a car accident on her way home three days ago. Although it was not a major accident and she was unharmed, she has paid quite a sum for it."
As soon as Qin Ruan started speaking, the old man became impatient, took off his sunglasses, revealing a face full of shock, his eyes glowing with brilliance.
He looked annoyed, even angry.
Qin Ruan stopped speaking, the old man's face turned red with restraint.
After a long pause, he angrily pointed at Qin Ruan, "Nonsense! Pure fabrication!"
"Next is your son, who either cuts his hand while cooking or stumbles on flat ground, and constantly makes mistakes at work. In a few days, he'll probably be fired by the company."
Qin Ruan radiated confidence, with an indifferent attitude, speaking down at him, "Whether I'm speaking nonsense, you know it in heart."
The old man, whose surname was Song and was known as Song the Semi-Immortal, had been running a stall under the Tongsha Sky Bridge for many years.
He himself had some little skills and was quite convinced by certain things.
Everything Qin Ruan had said had indeed happened in his family.
First, his most cherished grandson had an accident, then his daughter-in-law had a car accident, and recently his son has also been having continuous mishaps.
During this time, he had been so worried that his hair turned grey.
He wasn't sure whether there was something wrong with the Feng Shui of the house or if they had been cursed in some way.
His little grandson was so well-behaved, so sensible, and suddenly broke his leg at school out of the blue.
His daughter-in-law had over ten years of driving experience, steady driving skills, yet she had a car accident. Although she paid quite a bit of money, fortunately, she was unharmed.
Last night, he became thirsty in the middle of the night and went out of the bedroom to find water, only to see his son in the living room with a distressed face.
Upon asking with concern, he found out that his son had made a mess of a major company project and was facing the risk of being fired at any time.
He had never spoken about these things to outsiders, so how did this young girl before him find out?
Could it be that she was a master?
Old man Song shook his head gently in his heart.
Qin Ruan's age was there for all to see, she simply didn't have any credibility.
The respected masters are the oldest ones.
In their industry, the older the better and even if one has some skill, they can't compare to those old hands.
As Old man Song turned pale, Qin Ruan reached out to him.
"What do you want?!"
Song the Semi-Immortal covered his neck with his hand, hiding the pendant inside his clothes, his face filled with vigilance.
Seeing his cautious attitude, Qin Ruan's smile faded, and she frowned, "The white jade pendant you wear around your neck belongs to a deceased person. It's just been excavated, and it carries a heavy evil Qi, which your frail body can't handle."
"You know that too?!"
Song Semi-Immortal was once again astonished.
This pendant on his neck had an unknown origin; he had received it from a group of grave robbers selling it in haste. He was lucky to have stumbled upon it.
If this jade pendant were sold openly, its value could possibly be ten times his lifetime savings.
Qin Ruan hooked the corner of her mouth, her expression enigmatic: "Knowing it belongs to a deceased person, you still dare to touch it?"
You should know that these items, buried underground for hundreds or even thousands of years, are buried because they have the ability to suppress.
Being buried for many years, they absorb a strong amount of negative energy and carry a heavy evil Qi.
No one knows what these items have been through before they were buried.
If these items have seen bloodshed, the situation will become even worse, they can take lives."
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