Fortune Teller Master Sun Badao 2

Two sharp knocks sounded.

Wen Jiu, who was sitting folding protective talismans, looked up and saw a golden bronze coin land on her table.

She glanced around for a moment before spotting a handsome young man walking toward her.

“Sorry, I accidentally dropped this on your table,” Ming Yu said hurriedly. Upon seeing the stern-faced man, he greeted politely but had already signaled to Lu Yan with his left hand behind his back.

He wondered if by chance he had found his target.

“Oh, you mean this?” Wen Jiu pointed to the bronze coin in the upper left corner.

“Yes, that’s it,” Ming Yu replied as he took back the coin, then casually asked, “What do you sell here?”

Wen Jiu pointed to the calligraphy hanging in front of the table.

Following her gesture, Ming Yu noticed the flowing, majestic strokes.

“Fortune-telling expert Sun Ba Dao,” the inscription read.

Ming Yu felt a bit embarrassed. To him, the writing was bold and spirited, clearly of great collectible value.

But why did it say such an absurd thing?

Feeling conflicted, the avid collector Ming Yu’s heart was troubled.

Seeing his reluctant gaze fixed on her sign, Wen Jiu asked, “What’s wrong, brother? Want a fortune reading?”

At her words, Ming Yu shook his head and replied, “No, I’m not superstitious.”

Yet, he was curious about the author of the calligraphy. It looked freshly written.

So he put on a polite but insincere smile and asked Wen Jiu, “May I ask who the master behind this calligraphy is?”

Wen Jiu chuckled and stroked her imaginary beard before saying, “That would be me, little brother. Want to buy a piece? I offer good quality at low prices. I can write whatever you want!”

Ming Yu twitched his mouth in disbelief.

But when Wen Jiu cheerfully produced brush and ink, he had an odd feeling that she might be telling the truth.

“Hey, you…”

Before Ming Yu could ask more, a set of orderly footsteps approached from behind.

He turned to see Lu Yan standing to his left.

Lu Yan’s cold, slanted eyes scrutinized Wen Jiu, who was trying to make a living selling calligraphy.

“Not her,” Lu Yan said.

His voice was icy and deep, like ancient, unmelting ice, dripping with coldness.

He then cast a subtle glance at the wooden table.

On it lay a set of brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, along with scattered pieces of paper that looked like talismans.

As Lu Yan examined the items, Wen Jiu quietly observed him in return.

She had to admit, he was quite striking.

Delicate features, a high nose bridge, slightly upturned phoenix eyes with a beguiling allure amidst their chill.

His lips were perfectly shaped with a faint blush.

He looked about sixteen or seventeen, and she believed he would only grow more ethereal with age.

Even Wen Jiu, used to seeing countless celebrities, found him stunning.

She wasn’t sure if it was his natural charm or some clever face-crafting trick common in the StarNet world.

Nonetheless, Wen Jiu boldly asked, “Handsome, want a fortune reading? You look like a man blessed with good fortune!”

Their eyes met, and the air thickened.

Ming Yu grew nervous, fearing Lu Yan might order Wen Jiu taken away.

Just as he was about to ease the tension, Lu Yan said indifferently, “Let’s go.”

With that, he led his group away.

Ming Yu held back his curiosity about the occult, awkwardly said goodbye to Wen Jiu, and hurried after Lu Yan.

Wen Jiu watched the money she was about to earn slip away. She dashed from her stall and grabbed Ming Yu’s sleeve.

“What are you—”

“Little brother, did your father die early?” she asked.

Ming Yu didn’t mind her pulling him and widened his eyes in surprise. “How do you know?”

“I see the sun and moon signs on your forehead are skewed, especially the left sun sign is sunken—your father must have passed away,” Wen Jiu explained calmly.

Seeing Ming Yu pause to listen, she continued, “You probably have a twin brother, right?”

Ming Yu’s almond-shaped eyes showed astonishment.

But he quickly regained composure. His information wasn’t exactly secret; anyone with a little effort could find out.

Suppressing his curiosity, he said, “I don’t know how you learned all this, but I’m no easy mark.”

“No, you are!” Wen Jiu thought.

She caught the curiosity flickering in Ming Yu’s eyes and released his sleeve.

“If I’m not mistaken, your brother recently encountered misfortune, didn’t he?”

At this, Ming Yu instinctively grasped the energy gun at his waist.

His twin brother had been attacked by an interstellar beast during an academy mission last month and remained unconscious.

His mother’s investigation revealed the situation was more complicated than it seemed, so she kept it quiet.

No one but Ming Yu and his mother’s confidants knew. How did this hulking woman know?

“What’s wrong?” Lu Yan’s sudden return broke Ming Yu’s tense thoughts.

“N-nothing, just some personal matters,” Ming Yu said, lowering his hand from the weapon and staring into Wen Jiu’s eyes. “Yan, can I talk with this gentleman for a moment?”

They had come to the Starry Night Market to find the wanted Kou Xiao. Another team lurked nearby, waiting for the right moment.

Ming Yu and Lu Yan’s role was to pose as wealthy playboys to draw attention, helping the other team capture Kou Xiao hidden in the market.

So Ming Yu couldn’t waste much time and feared Lu Yan would refuse.

“Fine,” Lu Yan unexpectedly agreed, his voice still cool. “Five minutes, then back to the team.”

He and the others resumed their casual stroll.

With Lu Yan’s consent, Ming Yu’s gaze sharpened. His earlier lively expression vanished, replaced by ruthless intent.

Wen Jiu was unfazed. She walked to her stall and sat down, meeting Ming Yu’s stare across the table.

“Your brows are elegant and clear, long and memorable. You must be very close to your brother, relying heavily on him.”

“Just now, when you picked up the coin, I saw your index finger was pierced. I also noticed the simultaneous presence of certain official and killing stars in your palm, so I predicted your brother recently suffered a calamity.”

Ming Yu was stunned by her words before he could ask anything.

He wasn’t superstitious, but everything she said was uncannily accurate and convincingly spoken.

It shook him deeply.

Young and inexperienced, he couldn’t hide things well. Seeing Wen Jiu’s precise insight, he couldn’t help but ask, “Master, what else can you tell?”

Wen Jiu smiled and held out her hand. “Six hundred star coins for a reading. Payment upfront.”