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"When spring comes to a giant tree, there are thorns at the roots."

His voice was even hoarser.

The burly black man snorted, but a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.

When the pale-haired man stepped forward, Blind Chen spent an unusually long time examining the man's bones. His fingers repeatedly caressed the man's slender wrist, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

"A deep pool may appear calm, but hidden currents may arise."

The pale man frowned slightly, forcing a smile at the corners of his mouth, but the smile was cold and devoid of any warmth.

It was the turn of the two East Asian faces.

When the Korean man, Park Bo-soo, stepped forward, Blind Chen only touched him a few times before withdrawing his hand, as if he didn't want to touch him any further.

"It may look beautiful on the outside, but it contains a wealth of knowledge and wisdom on the inside."

Park Bo-soo's face darkened.

The comment that Japanese man Ichiro Yamamoto received was:

"The vines entwine the ancient tree, unable to control their own destiny."

These comments are mostly vague and obscure, yet they subtly carry an ominous premonition.

The villagers' expressions subtly changed with each comment.

When a player's comment is displayed, one or two villagers' eyes will light up, staring intently at that player, their lips moving silently as if repeating the comment.

Finally, it was Anzhiyu's turn.

Amphetamine.

An Zhiyu casually gave a fake name.

She stepped forward and calmly extended her hand. The moment Chen the Blind Man's fingers touched her wrist, they trembled almost imperceptibly. He spent much longer feeling her bones than others, and he was exceptionally solemn when tossing the copper coin.

The copper coin fell, making a crisp sound.

Blind Chen remained silent for a long time, so long that even the village chief turned his head slightly.

Finally, he spoke in an even hoarser, almost breathy voice:

"A solitary peak soars into the sky, without a tree to share in spring. A malevolent aura surrounds it, and even ghosts and gods... all flee in terror."

As soon as the words were spoken, a suppressed gasp rippled through the villagers. A complex, almost greedy, covetous look filled their eyes as they gazed at An Zhiyu. Even the village chief's empty eyes seemed to linger on her for a moment longer.

A lone peak soars into the sky, with no trees to share spring... These eight characters evoke such loneliness! And this blind old man actually said that An Shen is a cursed lone star?!

[The comment about calming the mind is the longest! It feels terrifying!]

[Am I the only one who thinks this comment is cool? It really suits An Zhiyu's personality!]

[I'm kind of looking forward to Lu Changsheng and Cheng Caijun's comments; for some reason, they're kind of funny!]

An Zhiyu nodded, said nothing, and stepped back.

The second to last one is Lu Changsheng.

"My name is Lu Duanming."

Lu Changsheng casually made up a fake name, walked over, sat down, and extended his hand.

Blind Chen's fingers were icy cold. The moment they touched his skin, Lu Changsheng felt a chill run up his arm and straight to his heart.

Chen the Blind Man's bone-feeling motion suddenly stopped. His fingers pressed repeatedly on Lu Changsheng's wrist bones, his gray-white eyes darting around violently, as if he had seen something unbelievable.

He withdrew his hand, picked up the copper coin, hesitated for a moment, and then threw it away.

The coin spun, this time spinning a full ten times, its speed increasing until it finally hovered in mid-air, neither falling nor stopping its rotation, only emitting an increasingly sharp buzzing sound.

Blind Chen's expression changed.

He suddenly stood up, formed hand seals, and chanted incantations more rapidly.

The coin finally fell, but instead of falling upside down, it stood upright and was inserted into the center of the Bagua diagram.

Blind Chen stared at the upright copper coin, his wrinkles trembling violently. He opened his mouth, then closed it again, repeating this several times before finally managing to utter a few words with great difficulty:

"Sailing against the current... life hangs by a thread."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the copper coin shattered into two pieces, precisely slicing through the already blind Chen's eye.

Blind Chen's piercing screams shattered the deathly silence at the village entrance.

Dark red blood mixed with some kind of viscous, black liquid gushed out and trickled down his cheeks.

But instead of covering his eyes, he pointed at Lu Changsheng with trembling hands, making a strange sound in his throat, as if he wanted to say something, but could no longer speak.

The surrounding villagers stirred in alarm and took a few steps back, but their eyes burned even more fiercely.

The village chief's unchanging expression finally cracked. He stared intently at Lu Changsheng, then glanced at the broken copper coins on the ground.

Lu Changsheng stood up expressionlessly.

The copper coin... is broken?!

Holy crap, the fortune teller's blind!

What exactly is Lu Changsheng's destiny? Even fortune tellers who divine his fate suffer a backlash?

[Bullet screen protection! This dungeon is getting weirder and weirder!]

[It was illogical that the coin was inserted vertically earlier, and now it shattered instantly. Is this some kind of secret that cannot be revealed?]

He stood up and returned to the group.

He could feel the gazes of at least three or four villagers, like sticky spiderwebs, firmly attached to his back, accompanied by whispered chuckles. The laughter was cold and carried an indescribable malice.

Now only Cheng Caijun is left among the players, but judging from Chen Xiazi's condition, it's unlikely they can make it.

The village chief suddenly stepped forward, interrupting him with a cold voice:

"Master Chen is tired, help him back to rest."

Several players looked at Cheng Caijun with strange expressions, and Cheng Caijun himself was also a little confused.

"alright."

The village chief spoke again, as if everything that had just happened was merely a trivial interlude, "Fate has been decided, destiny has been sealed. Everyone, it's time to enter the village."

Tour guide Wang Tao, still sporting that exaggerated smile, clapped his hands and said:

"Everyone's in luck! Let's go, let's go stay in the village!"

Lu Changsheng remained expressionless, but his mind was racing with calculations.

The village chief's steps were not fast, but unusually steady, as if he had measured the distance with every step.

Tour guide Wang Tao waved his small flag but didn't follow them in; instead, he watched them enter the village.

"Have a great time, everyone, and enjoy the charm of the ancient village! I'll be picking you all up in seven days!"

After saying that, Wang Tao actually turned around, humming an off-key tune, and swayed away along the way he came, quickly disappearing behind the ancient locust tree at the village entrance.

Without a guide to buffer the situation, players are directly exposed to the cold aura of the villagers and the village chief.

The villagers spontaneously followed on both sides and at the back of the group, keeping a respectful distance. They broke their silence and began to converse in hushed tones, their eyes fixed on the players.

The village was more dilapidated inside than it appeared from the outside.

The dirt road was rugged and uneven, with low mud-brick houses on both sides. Most of the doors and windows were tightly closed, and occasionally, behind a half-open door, one could see a fleeting figure and prying eyes.

Without saying a word, the village chief led them through several narrow alleys to a relatively open space in the village.

Opposite the open space was a row of courtyards that looked slightly better than the other houses, but they were not exactly tidy either, with mottled walls and crooked gates.

The village chief stopped in front of one of the black lacquered wooden doors. The paint on the door was badly peeling off, revealing the rotten wood underneath.