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Chapter 150. As expected of you.
The girl slowly opened her eyes, her gaze a mixture of tension and anticipation, fixed on the three tarot cards that were gleaming faintly.

Jiang Jianxin took a deep breath and, with his newly gained confidence, flipped over the cards one by one—

But he froze the moment he saw the cards.

This... what is this?
Normal tarot cards should have clear images, but these three cards are covered with distorted lines.

They look similar at first glance, but upon closer inspection they are completely different: the lines in the first picture are intertwined like a spider web, the patterns in the second picture are like lightning strikes, and the third picture is like a vortex whipped up by a gale.

Jiang Jianxin stared at these strange lines and felt a wave of dizziness.

The patterns seemed to come alive, twisting and writhing before her eyes, transforming into countless tiny black tentacles.

The girl in front of him clearly didn't understand the meaning of the cards either; she looked at Jiang Jianxin with burning eyes.

Jiang Jianxin fell silent for a moment, but she really wanted to say—don't look at me, I don't understand either.

But with the atmosphere built up to this point and the tarot cards already drawn, Jiang Jianxin couldn't just give up.

She only needs a flawless explanation to create a successful image as a fortune teller.

So, drawing on her years of experience in deception, she spoke solemnly:

"What do these three cards mean..."

She pointed to the first image of a tangled spiderweb:

"This is the Tower reversed, which represents a repressed crisis. You had a conflict with Chi Lichuan before, which has also caused trouble in your personal life."

Jiang Jianxin racked his brains to analyze the situation.

She then pointed to the last two sheets and said:

"This is the reversed Devil card, proving that you tried to break free but failed, and the conflict is getting bigger and bigger."

"The last card is the sword upright, which means you will end your suffering. This is the darkness before dawn."

As she finished speaking, the girl's eyes lit up:

"You're absolutely right... You mean I can succeed this time?"

Jiang Jianxin nodded and said:
"Yes……"

--Bar.

She pressed the "ba" under her tongue, and only the two "shi"s came out, sounding exceptionally confident.

The girl suddenly stood up abruptly, her cheeks flushed a sickly red, and her hands trembled involuntarily.

"Great...great! I'll go tonight! I'll go tonight!"

She bowed deeply to Jiang Jianxin, the hem of her long blue dress swaying violently with the movement.

"Thank you for your reading. I am now... I am full of confidence!"

Jiang Jianxin gave a professional smile: "It's good to have confidence... but when it comes to killing, it's best to have a thorough plan to ensure that nothing goes wrong."

"I understand."

The girl's voice suddenly calmed down, and her previously timid eyes now shone with a chillingly fanatical light.

As she turned, her skirt traced an arc, and she drifted out of the open door like a wandering ghost. Only after the footsteps completely disappeared in the corridor did Jiang Jianxin slump into her chair as if all her strength had been drained. She stared at the three strange tarot cards on the table, the distorted lines on the cards seemingly still slowly writhing.

"This is unbearable! What's the point of all these balls of yarn?"

Jiang Jianxin was having a bit of a headache.

Although I have gained the power of the fortune teller landlady, I don't know how to use her abilities, so it's still a bit difficult to impersonate her.

Judging from what the girl just said, "Yin Qingyue" seems to be someone who runs a fortune-telling business.

Dealing with just one was enough to make her sweat profusely, let alone dealing with multiple ones.

Jiang Jian thought for a moment and decided to put up a sign first, let Yin Qingyue's fortune-telling shop rest for a few days, and also give himself some time to adjust.

She stood up from her seat and looked around Yin Qingyue's entire room.

The fortune-telling booth was much cramped than I had imagined, a one-bedroom apartment with a peculiar layout—countless white strips of paper hung densely from the ceilings of both the bedroom and the living room.

These strips of paper, varying in length, swayed gently in the draft, making a soft rustling sound, like the whispers of departed souls.

Jiang Jianxin looked up at the fluttering slips of paper and suddenly noticed that each slip of paper had a strange pattern drawn in red ink at the end.

She reached out to touch the nearest one, but her fingertips trembled inexplicably just before she made contact.

Considering that this fortune teller was a tarot reader, and that hanging slips of paper might have a different meaning in the West, Jiang Jianxin tried to understand her from her perspective—though she was somewhat unable to comprehend it.

Jiang Jianxin rubbed his temples, finding it hard to imagine that he would be sleeping in such a strange room in the future—with so many notes hanging on the walls, wouldn't Yin Qingyue herself feel terrified when she rested?

She sighed deeply, forced to accept this reality.

Jiang Jianxin went to Yin Qingyue's bedroom, found a stack of white papers in the drawer, took one out, and wrote "Temporarily Closed" on it with a marker.

Then, carrying the paper, he went to the open door and was about to put it on with tape when he saw the door opposite him creak.

The young man, carrying a teru teru bozu doll, was standing at the door about to leave when he saw her. He glanced at the "Temporarily Closed" sign in her hand, raised an eyebrow, and looked at her with deep apprehension.

"As expected of a prophet, he immediately chose a landlord with a special profession."

Jiang Jianxin had no idea what kind of glorious achievements he had imagined, but he probably thought that he had once again succeeded by taking the lead and seizing the initiative by relying on [foresight].

However, this is truly a miscarriage of justice; she got away with it purely by luck.

...But there's nothing we can do if others insist on imagining that she's incredibly powerful.

Jiang Jianxin readily accepted the offer, revealing a calm and composed smile, appearing to be in complete control.

As expected, the young man's gaze became even more cautious.

He gave Jiang Jianxin a deep look, then walked downstairs.

Jiang Jianxin was also reflecting on his actions.

—The first thing to do is to go downstairs and walk around to gather intelligence.

She glanced at the "Temporarily Closed" sign in her hand and felt that she should take a walk around the building later.

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