Yang Qirui watched as the cool-looking little girl nonchalantly pulled out the so-called Peach Wood Sword and fell silent.
This expression was already giving face, which modern person still believed in this stuff?
What kind of demons and evil spirits could a Peach Wood Sword possibly slay?
"Sigh, young lady, I told you I don't need your help," Yang Qirui said, feeling a bit of a headache, "look, I won't ask for the deposit back, you can leave."
Who knows which unscrupulous person conned such a young girl? The issue here, at most, could be said to be the result of someone's foul play or purely bad luck.
Su Nanzhi's skin was very pale, her face even exhibiting a hint of whiteness, but her eyes suddenly became sharp in a moment.
Because the sky had darkened.
In ancient times, the time around dusk was called the time of the dog, when the sky and earth turned yellow and everything appeared hazy, hence the name dusk.
The sounds of stray cats around them suddenly intensified as if something had startled them.
Yang Qirui noticed it, too, but what he subconsciously thought was whether something outside had disturbed the group of stray cats.
Su Nanzhi's expression remained unchanged, and she didn't respond to Yang Qirui's words, instead looking towards the dance floor in the center of the bar.
"Has someone died over by the dance floor?" Su Nanzhi asked.
Yang Qirui was startled and blurted out, "How did you know?"
But as soon as he spoke, he remembered that the incident had actually made quite a stir.
It wasn't surprising that a young girl knew about it.
It was just that he felt somewhat mixed about being conned himself.
Su Nanzhi couldn't be bothered to explain to him and walked directly to the center of the dance floor, to that spot where the aura of blood was obvious, the force of a curse.
Who would be so idle as to curse a nondescript bar?
Su Nanzhi's Peach Wood Sword thrust "chi" into the very center of the spot, and in that instant, a chilling shriek resounded from the direction in which she stabbed.
The sky, which still held a faint light, went completely dark in a flash.
Standing closest, Yang Qirui felt the strongest sensation and could not help but curse "Damn" under his breath.
This effect, even movies didn't dare to be so lifelike!
Suddenly he felt a chill in the air around him.
"Get down." In the pitch dark, he suddenly heard this command and subconsciously complied.
A second later, a Peach Wood Sword bursting with flames flew out of Su Nanzhi's hand, swiftly flying over Yang Qirui's head and accurately impaled something.
It stuck in the wall.
Yang Qirui thought he heard a scream.
"..."
The experiences of just this one minute overturned Yang Qirui's nearly forty years of worldview.
When a "click" sounded, the lights came back on.
Yang Qirui saw clearly what the Peach Wood Sword had pinned against the wall: a puppet doll.
And there, the short-haired, handsome young girl slowly came over, went to the wall to pull out the sword, and reached for the puppet doll.
Then she tossed it to Yang Qirui.
"Take a look, are the eight characters of birth time on the back yours?"
Yang Qirui: "!"
Anyone suddenly handed such a creepy thing would freak out, wouldn't they?
The doll had eyes, a nose, and a mouth on its face, which made it all the more eerie because of that.
"Young lady... oh no, Master, what is this thing?"
His voice trembled. The scene he had just witnessed, who the hell would believe that?
And indeed, the eight characters of birth time written on the back of the puppet doll were his.
He hadn't paid attention to his own birth data before, but who could blame him for being so unlucky lately that he had his fortune told twice.