Chapter 31: The Fortune Teller’s Stall, Xia Ran Gets Angry

    It was a wise decision not to let Mu Jingyao see Xia Ran.

    This kid was still excitedly speculating whether the reason the instance BOSS was being so quiet and docile was because Xia Ran had subdued him with force.

    Haha. What a wild imagination.

    How come I never noticed this guy had the potential to be a toxic solo stan?

    Even though Xia Ran hadn’t done anything, he still got high praise from Mu Jingyao.

    Fu Qu pondered for a moment and asked, “Why are you so optimistic about Xia Ran?”

    Mu Jingyao said excitedly, “He made the BOSS wear long johns, and the BOSS didn’t even resist.”

    Fu Qu: “.”

    His expression involuntarily twisted.

    So there were early signs.

    “Do you think it’s possible,” Fu Qu said subtly, “that there’s another reason?”

    Mu Jingyao: “It can’t be that the BOSS is pampering him, hahaha…”

    Fu Qu: “…”

    Alright.

    Even if he told Mu Jingyao, he probably wouldn’t believe it.

    Besides, Fu Qu didn’t have any particular opinions about Xia Ran.

    The reason he subconsciously knocked off Mu Jingyao’s glasses just now was because he was afraid that after the other party discovered something, he would start talking nonsense again and stir up conflict between Xia Ran and the other human players.

    For Fu Qu, his only enemy was always the game itself.

    Therefore, he didn’t want Mu Jingyao to break down and do something uncontrollable because of this.

    Fu Qu sighed: “It’s nothing.”

    Mu Jingyao: “…?”

    Why did he suddenly feel like the boss’s life was so hard?

    “We will still proceed according to the original plan,” Fu Qu said. “One failure doesn’t mean anything.”

    He would kill the boss eventually.

    Before clearing the game.

    Mu Jingyao was stunned for a moment.

    He always feel that when Fu Qu said these words, his slightly calm browsers seemed to be suppressing something heavier.

    His thoughts became active.

    Could it be that the rumors were true?

    That everything Fu Qu was doing was to avenge his tragically deceased friend?

    “Boss, you…”

    Before he could finish speaking, Mu Jingyao was suddenly pressed into the bushes by Fu Qu.

    Mu Jingyao: “?”

    Fu Qu stood up: “Shen Hua?”

    Shen Hua glanced around and asked in confusion, “Why aren’t you at work? What are you doing squatting outside the Bamboo Pavilion?”

    Fu Qu: “…”

    Fu Qu slowly uttered two words: “Slacking off.”

    Shen Hua: “It’s rare to hear those words coming from your mouth.”

    “Why?” Fu Qu said.

    Shen Hua: “Well, you don’t seem like someone who would joke around.”

    Mu Jingyao nodded silently in the bushes.

    Who would dare to joke with this devil?

    He felt like Fu Qu would twist his head off.

    But… wasn’t Shen Hua’s attitude a bit too familiar?

    To be polite, it was called relaxed.

    To be impolite, it was, how dare he talk to Fu Qu so impudently?

    And after Fu Qu was mocked to his face, he didn’t even get angry.

    First Xia Ran, then Fu Qu.

    Mu Jingyao pondered for a moment, thinking that this flashy newcomer, Shen Hua, was still hiding something.

    How come he couldn’t get along with the big shots?

    Fu Qu caught a glimpse of Mu Jingyao nodding like crazy out of the corner of his eye and kicked him.

    Mu Jingyao: “…”

    ok, fine.

    He shouldn’t be here.

    Shen Hua: “What was that sound?”

    Fu Qu: “A dog.”

    Shen Hua didn’t think much of it.

    Fu Qu said seriously, “What are you looking for me for?”

    “The chef gave us another quest,” Shen Hua said. “No, to be precise, it was given to me!”

    His tone was a little proud.

    Fu Qu: “So?”

    Shen Hua was speechless: “So I decided to take you and the big shot to do the quest together!”

    Fu Qu: “Thank you.”

    Shen Hua: “Hehe, you’re welcome. The main thing is that I don’t dare to do quests alone in the instance.”

    Shen Hua was naturally sociable.

    After getting on good terms with the chef, the chef always helped arrange quests to bounce performance.

    Shen Hua was grateful. He understands that the reason he was living so peacefully in the instance, without being killed by ghosts or plotted against by players, was because he had borrowed the light of Fu Qu and Xia Ran. Therefore, as long as it was a slightly bigger quest, Shen Hua was willing to take the two big shots to help them bounce their performance.

    Besides, having Fu Qu and Xia Ran as teammates maximized the experience of doing quests.

    Fu Qu: “You’re still planning to call Xia Ran?”

    “Yeah,” Shen Hua said. “What, are you acting like an old man who can’t use his phone?”

    Fu Qu: “I feel like Xia Ran will be busy.”

    Shen Hua: “?”

    Shen Hua wondered, “Mr. Xie has always been very doting on the big shot, how could he be busy?”

    Fu Qu: “.”

    Fu Qu wanted to say something, but stopped himself.

    “If you bring him,” he said, “why are you inviting me?”

    Shen Hua: “Then goodbye.”

    Just then, Xia Ran walked out of the Bamboo Pavilion.

    He touched the medicine he got from the butler and wrapped a layer of gauze around his neck.

    Xia Ran still followed the usual routine every morning, bringing Mr. Xie a rose to the study.

    Even after waking up in Mr. Xie’s bed, Xia Ran still hadn’t given up on this gift-giving tradition.

    Brushing favorability for his favorable character was a must-do daily task!

    Xia Ran turned his head: “What are you doing here?”

    “Big shot, want to do a quest?” Shen Hua said in surprise, “What happened to your neck?”

    Xia Ran: “A bug bite.”

    Fu Qu sneered.

    Heh, how come he didn’t know the instance BOSS’s alias was bug?

    Fortunately, Shen Hua and Xia Ran’s image of Fu Qu had always been a cool guy with a slightly strange temper.

    So they ignored him.

    Shen Hua briefly told Xia Ran about the current quest.

    “I feel like it’s similar to a side quest,” Shen Hua said. “We haven’t done this type before, I’m so excited!”

    The chef told Shen Hua that Fenghuang Village had now been unsealed. Except for the cult leader village chief and a few high-level members, everyone else had been released. He didn’t have any other relatives in this life, just a distant aunt , and because Sui Yuan Ju’s affairs were too busy to leave, the chef hoped Shen Hua would take some gifts and braised dishes that he had prepared to visit the old woman.

    “It’ll take about two days to go and return,” Shen Hua said. “Big shot, can Mr. Xie accept you being away?”

    Xia Ran was also a little embarrassed.

    He would actually have to leave Sui Yuan Ju for two days.

    “It’s okay,” a young man wearing a opera (opera) mask suddenly popped up. “I’ll go with you. Mr. Xie agreed.”

    Fu Qu: “…”

    When did the mask get fixed?

    In the telescope just now, this young man had the exact same face as Mr. Xie.

    Xia Ran said, “Then thank you. Shen Hua, can we bring him?”

    Shen Hua glanced at the young man’s exposed white hair.

    He thought, this must be an NPC who has a close relationship with Mr. Xie.

    With the instance BOSS’s confidant around, going to Fenghuang Village seemed… safer?

    Shen Hua immediately said, “I agree with both hands and feet!”

    This instantly maxed out the sense of security!

    The masked youth smiled and said, “You can call me Xiao Xie.”

    Fu Qu: “.”

    He wasn’t even pretending anymore.

    “I’ll go too,” he said.

    Shen Hua obviously regarded this young man as a backer.

    But ghosts and monsters are fickle, and the other party would obviously only care about Xia Ran’s safety in times of danger.

    What’s more, it was still unknown if this guy had other intentions.

    After Fu Qu made the decision, the four of them began to set off for Fenghuang Village.

    Sui Yuan Ju was in the suburbs, occupying a large space by itself.

    Walking straight along the Fish Intestine Path at the entrance for thirty minutes would take you to the town.

    They needed to take a bus from the town center to the Fenghuang Village stop.

    Fu Qu single-handedly took on the task of carrying the bags.

    Today happened to be a temple fair, and because Fenghuang Village had been unsealed, it was a little more lively than last time.

    Shen Hua curiously looked around.

    Finally, his gaze landed on a small stall.

    It was a fortune-telling stall.

    Behind the stall sat a handsome guy in a black suit, his hair tied into a low braid that hung down to his waist, wearing white gloves.

    He had a pair of sunglasses hanging on his face, his posture was quite unrestrained, one foot was propped up on the small table of the stall, sitting in a sprawling manner, playing with two walnut balls in his hand.

    Mainly, his face was too handsome, which led to a strong disconnect between him and this obviously fake fortune-telling stall.

    Therefore, it was actually easy to attract attention.

    Shen Hua silently looked at the slogans hanging on both sides.

    “Industry-leading fortune-telling stall, if the calculations are wrong, it’s not my problem, it’s that you’re not working hard enough, I suggest v me fifty to witness your financial resources.”

    Shen Hua: “?”

    How could this guy even try to get money like this?

    “Little handsome guy?” The fortune teller put down his foot and leaned forward. He pulled down his sunglasses a little, revealing smiling phoenix eyes. “Want to try? First one is free.”

    Shen Hua: “…”

    Shen Hua: “If it’s not accurate, I’ll v you fifty?”

    Fortune Teller: “Oh dear, benefactor, you’re getting the hang of it.”

    Shen Hua thought, anyway, the bus stop was right next door, and the bus hadn’t come yet, so he might as well give it a try.

    As long as he insisted that the calculation was accurate, wouldn’t he avoid being scammed?

    Shen Hua said, “Give me a reading.”

    The fortune teller rummaged through his backpack next to him.

    Finally, he took out a stack of Tarot cards.

    “Draw,” he said.

    Shen Hua: “…”

    It was the first time he’d seen a fortune-telling that combined Chinese and Western elements.

    Anyway, it was free, so he was just killing time.

    Xia Ran came over.

    “What are you doing?”

    Shen Hua had just drawn a Tarot card and handed it to the fortune teller.

    The fortune teller’s attention was drawn to Xia Ran before he even looked at the card.

    He smiled and said, “Is this little benefactor here too? The first one is free.”

    Xia Ran shook his head.

    “No,” he said. “I don’t believe in this stuff.”

    The fortune teller handed him a card.

    Xia Ran: “…”

    Xia Ran showed a questioning look of confusion.

    The fortune teller said, “It’s a business card.”

    Xia Ran silently opened it.

    Shen Hua leaned over.

    He saw a line of black bold letters on the business card –

    “Founder of New Wind Entertainment Company, Gold Medal Agent Gu Qiufeng.”

    Shen Hua: “?”

    Shen Hua couldn’t help but complain, “Your scamming business is too extensive, isn’t it?”

    Gu Qiufeng: “Thank you.”

    Shen Hua: “…I don’t think I was complimenting you.”

    Gu Qiufeng winked at Xia Ran.

    “Do you want to join my company?”

    Xiao Xie, who had been silent all along, said coldly, “He has a job.”

    Gu Qiufeng shrugged: “Okay, okay. I’m just asking.”

    He opened the card.

    Revealing a picture of a dancing girl in the fire.

    “Wow, unfortunately,” Gu Qiufeng said, “it’s death and rebirth… which side do you think you’ll be on?”

    His eyes were long and upturned, giving him a cold look when he smiled.

    Shen Hua’s face turned pale.

    What else could death in the instance mean!

    “I…I…”

    Shen Hua knew that he had been too careless these days. Therefore, he had done something stupid and actually had his fortune told in a world full of paranormal elements!

    Predicting the future wasn’t scary.

    Death wasn’t entirely scary either.

    It was only death that arrived at an unknown time that made people miserable.

    Would he be tormented by the predetermined ending in the future?

    Did he have to admit that this card was correct?

    If he admitted it, what if it triggered a death condition?

    “Do you think it’s right or wrong?” The stall owner named Gu Qiufeng looked at him with a smile.

    Shen Hua choked.

    Xia Ran slapped Gu Qiufeng’s table next to him.

    “Of course it’s fake, sir.”

    A rare hint of anger appeared on the black-haired youth’s face.

    “I don’t understand why you have to provoke him.”

    The wooden table was smashed to pieces by his palm.

    “Apologize to my friend,” Xia Ran said coldly.

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