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nTranslator: Yuzu

nThe old man was a little thin, but his back was straight. He sat quietly on a small bench, wearing a proper robe and a black sunglass.

nIn front of him was a particularly plain and clean wooden table that looked years old, and even the corners were somewhat chipped. There were even many deep and shallow textures on the table. There were not many things on the table, just a jar of bamboo sticks and a paper book with the word “Fortune Telling” written on it.

nMany people were walking on this road, but few looked at him with half an eye; most of them walked away without looking. After all, these days, few people believe in fortune-telling.

nThe old man didn’t care and seemed to have gotten used to it. He quietly stared ahead with his glasses on. It was half a day of looking, eating, coming back, and continuing to sit, not knowing what he was holding on to.

n“Young man, stay.” The old man stared ahead and suddenly spoke.

nLiang Jing and Wang Xing both paused and looked at each other. They had no intention of paying attention to him and prepared to leave.

n“What bad luck have you two touched lately?” The old man didn’t change his face, his two hands resting on his legs.

nLiang Jing couldn’t help but look back at him and walked over, “You mean us?”

n“Yeah.” The old man nodded his head.

nWang Xing looked at the old man nervously.

nLiang Jing was still a little wary, “Tell me, what bad luck have we touched.”

nThe old man’s brow furrowed slightly, “You have offended the God of Death.”

nLiang Jing froze in his tracks, exchanged a glance back at the shocked Wang Xing, and continued to ask, “What’s the solution to that?”

nThe old man was about to say something, but it felt like his throat was blocked by something, and he couldn’t say a word. He slowly turned his head, his gaze stopped sharply at the corner of the street, and he didn’t know what he saw. His entire state instantly withered, and his body wasn’t as straight as it had been at the beginning.

nIt was probably because the change in the old man was so evident that it caused Liang Jing and Wang Xing to look at the spot where the old man was looking, but the result was that there was no one there.

nThe old man looked a little stiff but finally waved his hand and stood up, intending to gather his things, as if he was leaving, “You go, I don’t know, I’m just a fortune teller.”

nLiang Jing frowned but didn’t say anything. His original respectful look instantly became somewhat contemptuous.

nHe thought the man was a great immortal, but he turned out to be nothing more than a fake.

nIt had been more than half a month since that day he killed the scapegoat. During that time, the bad luck he had touched had instantly evaporated, and he even had better luck than he had usually had before.

nHowever, this was only limited to Liang Jing. On the contrary, Wang Xing’s physical state was getting worse, like a person whose blood was getting sucked out. She was getting more depressed day by day, and her body was also losing weight at a visible speed.

nInitially, Wang Xing could be considered a beautiful woman, with a tall, thin, and very material body, but now she was not only getting shriveled up, but even her cheeks were starting to sink in. Her appetite was also getting bigger, but the strange thing was, the more she ate, the hungrier she got. Her stomach was like a bottomless pit, and no matter how much she tried to fill it up and drink Chinese medicine, it didn’t give her a feeling of fullness.

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nBut apart from that, Wang Xing’s life was back to how it had been in the beginning, and it seemed as if all was well for years.

nThe old man grasped the blind man’s cane, held the chair with one hand, and without looking back, he began to walk forward at a pace as fast as if there was some flood behind him.

nHis Adam’s apple rolled.

nThe eyes under the glasses were still filled with fear and alarm that hadn’t gone away after the shock.

nThat person,

nWas it the God of Death?

nLiang Jing scowled and looked at Wang Xing indifferently, with a bit of threat in his tone, “Let’s go.”

nWang Xing nodded her head, her entire body becoming a little timid.

nShe was afraid of Liang Jing…

nThe two of them were now almost inseparable. Even at school, when she had to go to the bathroom, he would wait for her at the door to come out. All of her clothes and necessities were also packed and sent to Liang Jing’s rented room. Just like Siamese(conjoined) twins, they were inseparable.

nPeople thought it was love between lovers, but Wang Xing knew that wasn’t the case.

nLiang Jing was putting her under house arrest in disguise!

nHer phone was checked regularly every day. She was utterly devoid of any personal space, she couldn’t speak to anyone around her, and she couldn’t show any unwillingness to do so.

nWang Xing subconsciously touched her wrist. She was still wearing a long-sleeved shirt on such a hot day. There was no other reason; it was because, underneath the clothes, there were traces of abuse.

nIf she resisted, she would be beaten by Liang Jing!

nThe current Liang Jing was no longer the Liang Jing she knew!

nBut she didn’t dare resist! She’s too scared! She’s also an accomplice!

nIt was like she was suffering from Stockholm Syndrome, fearing him while relying on him.

n“Eat.” The man had a cold face, and his eyes were glued to Xiao Chen, who had been lying on the couch for three hours and was still playing games.

nXiao Chen was lying on the sofa, with a cushion under his chest and elbows straining to support his entire upper body. He was wearing a rather large T-shirt, but it couldn’t hide his thin and narrow waist. His buttocks were somewhat curved, directly presenting an S visual effect. Xiao Chen only wore socks, and his little feet kept spinning in the air, looking particularly lazy.

nHearing the man’s tone with the warm anger that was usually rare, Xiao Chen instantly behaved himself and withdrew his phone. He rolled in a small arc on the sofa and mumbled, “You bring it here, I don’t want to move.”

nThe man, who had always indulged him, put the child’s favorite dish in the bowl and walked straight over to the child.

nXiao Chen took the bowl and got up, leaving a space for the man, and patted the sofa to signal the man to sit down.

nThe man stared at the child, who was eating, without saying a word.

nDeath doesn’t have to eat, but the child is different. He could learn the eighteen martial arts he couldn’t even use for the child and conveniently take care of all the child’s daily necessities.

nHe doesn’t mind if the child becomes more dependent on him because he even wants to infiltrate every detail of the child’s life so that there is no way for the child to leave his care.

nIt was the evil factor within him.

nXiao Chen changed his sitting position, leaned his head back on the couch, and whined, “You tell me about “The Little Prince” again, I want to hear the part about the rose and the snake.”

nThe man laughed, sighed, and said, “The little rose is very beautiful. It is the only rose in the asteroid b612. The snake came to this asteroid by accident, and then it fell deeply in love with the rose. The rose and the snake fell in love, and the snake tried to take the rose away, but the roots of the rose were rooted in the soil…”

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nThe author has something to say:

nThe story of the rose and the snake is used to hint at the storyline of the Xiao Chen and the gong.

nEveryone will be able to see for themselves, haha.

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