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Chapter 148. Mistaken for a Precognitive
Jiang Jianxin was somewhat taken aback. She had just seen this person in front of her, but she didn't know when he had moved to the back.

To be honest, this was the first time she had seen this young man, and because of the strange teru teru bozu (a Japanese doll-shaped ornament) he was carrying on his back, she didn't have a very good impression of him.

But this young man seemed to know her...?
—To be precise, it was the prophet Zhou Mu who knew her.

Seeing that Jiang Jianxin was only frowning and silent, the young man smiled meaningfully.

His face was indeed outstanding; his high, straight nose cast a sharp shadow under the light, and his jawline was as distinct as if it had been carved by a knife. It should have been a face that was pleasing to the eye.

But a chill ran down Jiang Jianxin's spine.

The feeling is like the malice hidden behind the empty smile of a teru teru bozu doll; it's not directed at any specific person, but rather an instinct formed over years of immersion in violence.

Every expression on his face seemed like a carefully calculated performance, yet there was always an unsettling cold glint in his eyes.

This deep-seated malice shrouded him like an invisible fog, distorting his originally handsome features into a terrifying appearance.

Even with his gentle smile, he couldn't hide the dangerous aura emanating from his very bones, like a rusted blade.

Jiang Jianxin wasn't afraid of him, but instinctively disliked communicating with such a wicked person.

After smiling, the young man added:

"It's been many years since I last saw you."

His voice was deep and husky, with a unique texture.

"I knew you weren't dead. The mental hospital was lying all along."

Jiang Jianxin didn't know any other information from those two sentences, but he could preliminarily determine that the man was probably not from the mental hospital.

He mentioned the mental hospital, but there was no fear or other emotion in his tone. It was clear that the organization he belonged to was not weak.

Jiang Jianxin didn't know which specific force it was, but based on his intuition, he felt it probably wasn't a good one.

Jiang Jianxin simply gave a cold "oh" to the young man's long speech, without any further comment.

But the young man, upon receiving that single "oh," seemed to have unlocked a floodgate of conversation and continued speaking:

"Did you come here because you knew that the family was also looking for 'that thing'?"

He didn't specify what that thing was, but Jiang Jianxin vaguely guessed it might be a lost item that the afterimage from the fourth playthrough had told her about.

She didn't want to discuss confidential information with someone she didn't know well, so she gave the young man an even colder look without saying a word—hoping he would realize he was being snubbed and back off in time.

To everyone's surprise, the young man didn't seem to find anything wrong with her cold expression. Instead, he seemed to have drawn a positive conclusion from her cold glance and smiled slightly.

"As expected of a prophet, it took me a whole week to filter through all the suspicious locations... Did you find it directly by seeing the future?"

"..."

—No, who found it directly?

—Didn't she just randomly get off the bus somewhere?

Having said that, Jiang Jianxin stared at the young man's eyes, which were slowly turning wary, and suddenly didn't know how to reply.

This young man clearly believed that he grew up under the foresight of the original family and possessed the formidable precognitive power of number 1, which allowed him to see into the future at a glance. Finding things was merely a matter of opening his eyes to peek at fate.

In reality, the prophet from back then had long since died in the mental hospital, and now she couldn't remember the prophet's memories at all, nor could she use her abilities.

—The sites were downloaded randomly, the future has not been considered, and no screening has been done.

She was just an ordinary little sword master whose power was sealed. She was a bit confused when she first arrived and thought about finding a place to test her skills and see how things went. Who knew that in the young man's eyes, she would become a max-level precognitive Kuku who could kill indiscriminately.

Jiang Jianxin didn't want to explain anything to someone she disliked, so when she heard what the young man said, she simply turned her head away indifferently.

It neither said he was right nor that he was wrong.

The young man clearly took her attitude as tacit agreement. He squinted and stared intently at this unfathomable giant of light, recalling the Talent Realm that she had stirred up ten years ago.

A supreme sage... with flawless strategies... a three-way game...

The smile on his lips remained unchanged; he thought it was good that he had known his home had come here.

Where you can't find the place, where you can't solve the mystery, isn't there a ready-made guide?
He didn't believe in any predetermined future. He was determined to get that thing, and even if a brilliant mind like a prophet blocked his way, they wouldn't be able to take it from him.

Jiang Jianxin had no idea what the young man with the sunny doll was up to. She tried her best to avoid looking at the fixed gaze beside her, afraid that if she looked any longer, she would reveal her crystal-clear eyes. "Snap..."

The person writing in front of her finished writing and was sucked in. Jiang Jianxin picked up the chalk and went to the blackboard. She saw that the person next to her had just finished writing and disappeared. The Sunny Doll Youth took over.

He held the chalk but didn't write anything. Instead, he stared intently at what Jiang Jianxin was going to write.

Jiang Jianxin guessed that he probably thought he had supernatural powers and could choose the most wonderful residential buildings and locations.

—But this might disappoint him.

Jiang Jianxin's eyes were about to blur as he looked at the densely packed apartment cubicles in front of him.

She had absolutely no idea which one to choose, and her intuition remained silent... so she made another random choice.

In the eyes of the young people, this indifferent "prophet" exuded an unfathomable composure.

With her slender fingers firmly holding the chalk, she made the final stroke on the three characters "Yin Qingyue" on the right side of the fourth floor of Building 6. Her movements were swift and decisive, as if she had already foreseen the secrets of heaven.

A hint of amusement flashed in the young man's eyes.

He raised his hand almost simultaneously and wrote the three characters "Chi Lichuan" on the left side of Building 6.

"pat..."

"pat..."

Two pieces of chalk fell to the ground at the same time, making a soft sound.

The two figures were swallowed up by the blackboard and disappeared abruptly, leaving only two white streaks of chalk rolling across the cement floor.

……

Jiang Jianxin was awakened by a sudden gust of wind.

"Huh...huh..."

A chilly air current swirled in the room, scattering the tarot cards.

She sat up in a daze, only to find herself lying on an old wooden table.

A stack of tarot cards was pressed under his arm; the edges of the cards were already curled, indicating that they had been used frequently.

The most eye-catching thing on the table was a purple crystal ball as big as a human head.

In the dim light, starlight shimmered inside the crystal ball, the points of light flickering like fireflies trapped in glass, or like projections of the distant starry sky.

Whenever a draft passes through, those points of light begin to move restlessly, tracing fleeting paths within the sphere.

Jiang Jianxin stared blankly at the crystal ball for a few seconds. The twinkling starlight seemed to possess a hypnotic power, making her momentarily dazed, until—

"Dang Dang Dang."

A sharp knock broke the silence inside the room, and she realized that the door had been wide open the whole time.

A girl of about fifteen or sixteen years old stood at the door, wearing a faded blue cotton dress, with two braids hanging down in front of her chest.

The girl nervously twisted her fingers, then timidly peeked out and asked:

"Excuse me... is Master Yin here?"

Her voice was barely audible.

"I...I want my fortune told..."

The girl's gaze visibly shrank when it met Jiang Jianxin's, but she stubbornly refused to look away.

Her thin shoulders trembled slightly, whether from the cold or nervousness, she looked like a small animal that had wandered into unfamiliar territory.

Jiang Jianxin was a little confused.

Sword Master pointed to himself and stammered:

"Ah... Shall I tell your... fortune?"

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