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Shen Zongyuan looked at Wang Daniu's serious expression and it seemed he wasn't joking.
He couldn't help but ask, tongue-tied, "Brother, since when can you tell fortunes? What's this all about?"
Wang Daniu didn't feel like explaining in detail and simply said, "I've just learned a bit, not too sure about the specifics. But you've heard the saying 'a darkened forehead presages disaster,' haven't you?"
"A darkened forehead? How can you tell?" Shen Zongyuan and Fang Yuan asked in unison.
"The highest spot between the two eyebrows is the forehead mark, its scholarly name is 'quezhong.' A darkened forehead doesn't mean it turns black, but that it lacks luster, dull and devoid of light."
"I see your fate is shadowed by evil; misfortune must be looming."
Shen Zongyuan took a look in the mirror and said, "You're right, it really seems that way. Is there a way to break the curse?"
