Chapter 46: The Charlatan Fortune Teller

Of course, some talents are destined to develop in only one direction.Like the Fire, Metal, and Lightning elements, it's difficult to develop any auxiliary skills. They can only go down the attacking..."Mmm... so good!"

Yún Fēng stretched a big lazy yawn and got out of bed.

I glanced at the clock on the wall, and unsurprisingly, I had slept for three days again.

Having gone through that experience last time, Yunfeng was no longer surprised.

After washing up, I walked straight out of the room.

The kitchen at home is cleaner than a face, even rats have to leave in tears.

The July sunshine, even in the early morning, was already quite glaring.

Came to a breakfast shop near here.

"Boss, I'll have three ounces of rice noodles, two baskets of steamed buns, two baked maces, two steamed buns, two youtiao (fried dough sticks), and a bowl of soy milk."

As Yunfeng, like a hungry wolf, called for breakfast, everyone stared at him in astonishment.

People who can eat this much are usually Awakened, but Awakened rarely come to places like this for breakfast.

"Cloud Boy, did you just come back from the battlefield Why didn't you go to a specialized Awakener restaurant"

The owner of the breakfast shop is a woman in her fifties, with a kind and approachable face.

"Zhang Da Ma, you've gotten used to eating here, haven't you You still like the taste."

Yun Feng stuffed xiaolongbao into his mouth, grinning as he spoke.

"If you like it, eat more."

Zhang Da Ma was overjoyed to hear this, to be recognized by others was not a kind of happiness.

Yúnfēng was happily eating breakfast when a voice, soft and distant as if from afar, drifted into his ear.

A foreign wanderer for ten years.

The vast domain is filled with people, but his heart feels solitary.

All who come and go are carefree travelers.

Where in the world can one find true knowledge

At first, Yun Feng didn't feel anything, only focused on replenishing the energy of his empty body.

Listening and listening, Yunfeng stopped his movements and stiffened all over.

Even turning to look in the direction the sound was coming from, he didn't dare.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still, dragging on endlessly and painfully.

I don't know how long it took, but when the poem was finished, the noisy breakfast shop had fallen completely silent.

At this time, a figure sat serenely beside Yun Feng.

"May I sit here"

If this were usual, if someone asked like this, Yun Feng would at least tease back: You've already sat down, why ask

But at this moment, Yunfeng could only nod with effort.

"This fried dough stick and soy milk look good, can I have some"

Yun Feng nodded again.

The person sitting beside her started to eat on their own.

"I didn't expect such delicious breakfast in such a remote place."

The man next to him, after finishing his meal, rubbed his lips and said with satisfaction.

It wasn't until this moment that Yun Feng felt the surrounding space and time seeming to return to normal. The area around him also buzzed with voices once more.

Yun Feng turned his head and looked at the person beside him.

A man dressed in a rough burlap gray coat, wearing a simple four-cornered scarf, with long white eyebrows and beard, and sporting a pair of spectacles, looked every bit the fortune teller.

To the left, lay a cloth banner, on which could be faintly seen the eight characters "Shang Zhi Tian Ming, Xia Xiao Ren Yun".

Yun Feng's first thought was, "What a big breath that toad takes when it yawns!"

He was a man who didn't believe in fate. "My life is in my hands, not in the heavens," was his motto.

But thinking about the poem that this person had read before, he felt it was necessary to show some respect to the person in front of him.

"Friend, I see that your brow is darkened. You may be in danger of blood misfortune."

Yún Fēng's throat pulsed up and down, wanting to say something but unable to speak.

"This sounds so familiar, it gives me a sense of being fooled by charlatans."

Yunfeng was thinking to himself, but he didn't speak. He was still savoring the four lines of poetry just recited.

"Don't be nervous, little friend, just follow me."

The fortune teller stood up, picked up the somewhat worn cloth banner, and walked away.

Yun Feng didn't dare to be negligent, and hurriedly followed after him.

After taking a few steps, Yunfeng felt something was wrong.

"This, this isn't the way to my house, is it"

As expected, half an hour later, he arrived under the house of Yunfeng, the fortune teller in a Taoist robe.

"Would you like me to come up and sit with you"

The fortune-teller in the flowery robe smiled.

>

"Master, please!"

Yun Feng respectfully said.

The fortune teller nodded and walked upstairs.

Yunfeng lives on the third floor. The conditions in all aspects are considered very good in this area nearby.

Back home, the two looked at each other but neither spoke.

What's with this guy I'm trying to act mysterious, what is he thinking about

The fortune teller asked the other person to come up herself, but she just remained silent. At this moment, I felt a little anxious inside.

"May I ask Master, what do you mean by the blood disaster"

"It means exactly what it says."

Hearing the other party speak, Ma Yi finally regained a little of her own rhythm.

Then how to resolve it

"Spend money to avoid disaster."

How much money does the master need

Originally, Yunfeng already had great faith in the fortune teller before him. But through their conversation, he increasingly felt that the other person was more like a swindler who tricked people out of their money.

"The money is not for me."

"Who should it be given to"

We'll see.

"When will that be"

"Heaven's secrets must not be revealed."

After finishing, the fortune-teller remained silent.

Yúnfēng really wanted the other person to have a bloody disaster right now. He hated people who spoke half-way, it was simply driving him crazy with obsessive-compulsive disorder.

May I ask Master, what is the meaning behind the poem you recited earlier

Yun Feng sincerely bowed to Mai Yi, the fortune teller. This was his most important concern, and also his biggest secret.

"What one thinks in their heart is what they intend."

The fortune teller, as always, was speaking in cryptic terms.

"Damn, just stop asking, okay Like you think I know"

This is the inner monologue of Mashi's spiritual guide at this moment.

Remembering his experiences over the past ten years, he felt a deep bitterness in his heart.

Only today did he see hope.

Guided by the whispers of his own talent, he would recite a poem on this day, in this place, even if he himself did not know its meaning, and that is when he would encounter the one who would change his destiny.

And just a moment ago, his talent gave him another hint, which led to what happened next.

Yun Feng listened to the words of the fortune teller, feeling that the other party was even more mysterious. However, since the other party didn't explicitly say anything, he didn't want to ask further.

The two of them began to deadlock again.

"Master, are you also an awakened one"

In the end, Yunfeng couldn't stand the awkward atmosphere and took the lead in asking a question.

"Yes."

The fortune teller nodded.

"Could it be that the Master's awakening is also a talent of life"

Why did you say that

Hearing this, the fortune teller, Mai, showed an expression of disbelief on her face.

"Could it be... could it be that you awakened to the F-Talent"

At this moment, the fortune teller could no longer maintain that air of mystery and wisdom.

He could only mutter to himself: "Impossible, absolutely impossible. How could an F-rank talent be the one to change my destiny"

YUN Feng:

What's going on What happenednsters herself to obtain spirits."So now you can fly solo, right"Yunfeng smiled.Now, most people can clear dungeons solo. As long as they don't encounter five or more high-intensity monsters at once,...