A single divination predicts life and death; the entire internet begs me to start a live stream.

Chapter 46 People with Blank Fates

The pages of the "Record of Destiny" were completely blank.

Chen Bufan sat at the table, staring at the paper.

I haven't done anything for a long time.

Ordinary people have a lifeline.

Even if you have a weak fate and bad luck, there will always be a guiding light.

Good people are rewarded with good deeds.

Evil people have karmic debts.

Wealthy people have good fortune.

People who die young show signs of death.

Even someone like Jiang Kun, who carries a life-protecting talisman, can have the words "Black Fate Covering the Sky" revealed in the "Record of Destiny".

But Lu Changsheng did not.

No birth date.

There is no lifeline.

There is no causal trace.

There are no debts of good or evil.

The paper was blindingly white.

It's as if this person doesn't exist at all.

Blood droplets slid down the paper from Chen Bufan's fingertips and dripped onto the table.

Snapped.

A very soft sound.

But it made the room feel quieter.

He reached out and wiped away the drop of blood.

Blood left a dark red mark on the table.

But the Record of Destiny showed no reaction whatsoever.

Chen Bufan slowly closed the book.

The destiny chart is blank.

There are only two possibilities in this situation.

First, Lu Changsheng's destiny was concealed by someone using extremely clever methods.

The Life-Covering Talisman can only provide temporary protection.

A black mark can conceal a part of cause and effect.

But if it's to the point that even the "Record of Destiny" can't reveal it, then it's no ordinary attempt to conceal one's fate.

That's wiping the entire person out of their birth chart.

second.

Lu Changsheng is alive now, but he's not using his own life at all.

Borrowing a life.

A life for a life.

Extend life.

It even took many lives to create "Lu Changsheng".

If it's the second type, then this person is no longer an ordinary sorcerer.

He is a monster living on the debts of countless lives.

Chen Bufan looked down at the black invitation.

[Chang Sheng Foundation 20th Anniversary Charity Gala]

[Tomorrow night at 8 PM]

[Nameless Clubhouse]

Lu Changsheng

He tucked the invitation into his pocket.

The old copper coin on the table suddenly trembled slightly.

It's like a reminder.

It also seems to be a warning.

Chen Bufan raised his hand and pressed down on the copper coin.

"What's there to be afraid of?"

"People must be seen eventually."

As night fell, a light rain fell in Haicheng.

7:40.

A black sedan was parked downstairs at Chen Bufan's building.

The driver, dressed in a black suit, stood by the car door, holding an umbrella.

Upon seeing Chen Bufan emerge, the driver bowed slightly.

"Mr. Chen."

"The Changsheng Foundation sent me to pick you up."

Chen Bufan glanced at him.

Early thirties.

He has an ordinary appearance.

A slight gray tinge between his brows.

He was just a driver who did things for money.

"Need not."

Chen Bufan walked around the car and headed to the side of the road.

The driver was taken aback.

"Mr. Chen, Mr. Lu's instructions..."

Chen Bufan did not turn around.

"Tell him."

"I won't ride in a car that changes one's fate."

The driver's expression changed slightly.

Just as he was about to chase after him, his cell phone suddenly rang in his pocket.

After the call connected, I don't know what the other person said.

The driver remained where he was, watching Chen Bufan flag down a taxi, but ultimately didn't dare to flag one down again.

The taxi driver was a middle-aged man in his forties.

He glanced at the destination.

"The Nameless Guild Hall?"

"I know this place."

"Regular vehicles can't get in; they can only be delivered outside."

"Deliver it to the door."

The driver smiled.

"Brother, it's not that I don't want to see you off."

"The security there is tight; only luxury cars go in."

"I reckon my car will be stopped at the gate."

Chen Bufan leaned back in the back seat, closing his eyes to rest.

"open."

The driver pursed his lips and didn't say anything more.

The car passed through Haicheng's most bustling financial district and then continued eastward along the riverbank.

Twenty minutes later, a private residential area along the river came into view.

The nameless clubhouse is located at the very back.

There is no sign.

There are no neon lights.

There was only one large black door.

Four security guards were standing at the entrance.

Luxury cars were parked on both sides of the road.

There were also several black minivans with special license plates.

As soon as the taxi approached, the security guard frowned and reached out to stop it.

"We do not accept outside vehicles here."

The driver had a "I told you so" look on his face.

"Brother, we really can't get in here."

Chen Bufan opened his eyes and handed over the banquet invitation.

"Keep driving."

The driver was stunned.

"what?"

Just then, a receptionist in a formal dress walked quickly over from beside the black door.

She noticed the invitation in Chen Bufan's hand in the back seat and immediately gave the security guard a wink.

The security guard's expression changed, and he quickly stepped back.

The black door slowly opened.

The driver was completely stunned.

"No, you're really letting us in?"

"Young man, who are you?"

"No way, you can get in here, why did you take my taxi?"

Chen Bufan ignored him.

The car drove all the way into the clubhouse.

Inside, it's a completely different world.

Blue stone road.

Courtyard water feature.

The dim light fell on the leaves after the rain, giving them a cool, moist glow.

The main building of the guild hall is a three-story Chinese-style building.

Flying eaves and deep tiles, wooden doors with copper rings.

Everywhere you look, there's a quietness built on money.

The taxi stopped in front of the main building.

The driver glanced at the row of luxury cars outside, then at the meter in his own car, and whispered:

"Bro, what do you do for a living?"

Chen Bufan scanned the QR code to pay.

"The kind that costs three thousand gold coins."

driver:"……"

Chen Bufan got out of the car.

The female receptionist came to greet us, holding an umbrella.

"Mr. Chen, Mr. Lu has been waiting for you for a long time."

Chen Bufan looked at her.

"how long?"

The female receptionist was taken aback.

"What?"

Chen Bufan closed the car door:

"He said he had been waiting for me for a long time."

"Have we been waiting a long time tonight, or have we been waiting a long time all these years?"

The female receptionist's characteristic insincere and professional demeanor remains unchanged.

"Mr. Chen, please."

Chen Bufan followed her into the clubhouse.

The lobby was dimly lit.

There was a faint sandalwood scent in the air.

The walls are adorned with calligraphy and paintings by famous artists.

A display board for a charity gala was placed in the center.

[Chang Sheng Foundation 20th Anniversary Charity Night]

Extend life with kindness, and live forever with love.

Chen Bufan looked at those eight characters and couldn't help but laugh.

Extend life through good deeds.

May love grant you eternal life.

Kind words.

But the nicer the words, the less you know how many dead people are being exploited behind them.

There were already quite a few people in the hall.

Business tycoons.

Celebrities in the entertainment industry.

Hospital director.

Representatives of investment institutions.

There are also a few powerful figures who clearly shouldn't be appearing in the news.

They stood in twos and threes, holding champagne and talking quietly.

Some people are talking about medical projects.

Some people are talking about charitable donations.

Some people are talking about trust arrangements.

Some people were whispering in a corner about "continuing the quota."

As soon as Chen Bufan entered, many eyes fell on him.

curious.

Examine.

Contempt.

There was also a hint of amusement in watching the spectacle.

"Is he Chen Bufan?"

"That fortune-telling livestreamer who's been all the rage online lately?"

"I heard that Xuan Qingzi vomited blood during his live stream last night, and that's exactly what he said."

"Too young for a reason."

"Why would Mr. Lu hire someone like that?"

"He has some skill, but he's too sharp."

"That's how it is when young people first become famous."

A male celebrity in a white suit glanced at Chen Bufan and chuckled softly:

"I thought he was some kind of ethereal master."

"Turns out she's just a streamer."

A female jewelry store owner next to him smiled.

"In this era of internet traffic, anyone can be hailed as a master."

"I don't know how many people he begged and pleaded with to get him here. It must be good luck he earned in his past life."

Chen Bufan walked past them without even lifting his eyelids.

The male celebrity's face stiffened.

The person next to him chuckled softly.

"They ignored you."

The male celebrity scoffed.

"Pack."

At the far end of the banquet hall, there is a long table.

The table was set with drinks, snacks, and charity auction items.

The wall plays a loop of public welfare videos from the Chang Sheng Foundation over the past twenty years.

Children in impoverished mountainous areas.

Cancer patient assistance.

Medical subsidies for elderly people living alone.

Rare Disease Drug Fund.

The child in the video is smiling very brightly.

The patient's family members thanked him through tears.

The host's voice was gentle.

"For the past twenty years, the Chang Sheng Foundation has been committed to life-saving and medical charity."

"We believe that every life deserves to be cherished."

"Everyone who is in despair should have a second chance."

Chen Bufan looked at the screen.

Second chance.

He spoke so well.

However, in the Qin family's money jar, the names of Qin family descendants were crossed out one by one.

People like Jiang Kun were screened out by the so-called psychological assistance program and became pawns in the killing.

Zhao Qiming made his fortune by exploiting the kindness of people through stray animals.

Shen Qingyue almost lost her life.

Wang Tianhao almost got caught in a disaster.

Are all these people also referred to as "opportunities"?

A middle-aged man walked over with a wine glass in his hand.

"Mr. Chen."

The man was around fifty years old, with slightly gray hair, a well-fitting suit, and a gentle smile.

"I've heard so much about you."

Chen Bufan glanced at him.

The wealth palace is full, the eyebrows are grayish, and the longevity palace is dark.

This is a rich person who is afraid of dying.

"Who are you?"

The man's smile remained unchanged.

Someone nearby whispered a reminder:

"This is Chairman Zheng of Shenghua Medical."

Chairman Zheng waved his hand and smiled magnanimously.

"Mr. Chen is young, it's normal that he doesn't recognize me."

"I have watched a few of Mr. Chen's live streams."

"That was a very accurate prediction."

Chen Bufan said:

"You didn't want me to tell your fortune."

Chairman Zheng's eyes flickered slightly.

"Oh?"

Chen Bufan looked at his chest.

"You want to ask how much longer you have to live."

The smile on Chairman Zheng's face finally froze.

The people around also quieted down.

Chen Bufan continued:

"He has had a heart transplant once."

"My kidneys aren't very good either."

"I rely on medication to survive each month."

"The doctor said I can live for another three years."

"You're not reconciled."

Chairman Zheng's fingers tightened little by little as he gripped the wine glass.

In the banquet hall, many people turned their gazes over.

Chen Bufan's voice wasn't loud, but his words were as sharp as knives.

"You didn't come here today for charity."

"It's to save my life."

Chairman Zheng's face immediately turned ugly.

"Mr. Chen."

"Speaking too bluntly can easily offend people."

Chen Bufan shrugged:

"It doesn't matter."

"Unlike you, whose life is too short, that's why you're in such a hurry to buy."

A flash of anger crossed Chairman Zheng's eyes.

The expressions of the people next to him also changed.

Someone whispered:

"Young people are too arrogant."

"This is not a live stream."

"Who among the people who comes here is someone to be trifled with?"

Chen Bufan heard it.

He turned his head to look over.

The man immediately shut up.

It's not that I'm afraid.

It was Chen Bufan's gaze that struck me.

It's like watching someone whose death date has already been written.

Just as the atmosphere became tense, a gentle voice suddenly came from the second-floor stairwell.

"Mr. Chen is still so direct."

Everyone looked up at the same time.

A man was standing on the stairs.

He was wearing a black Chinese-style long gown.

Tall and slender.

Her hair was loosely tied up with a wooden hairpin.

He looks to be only in his thirties.

He had a handsome face and gentle eyes.

If it weren't for his extremely calm aura, he wouldn't even look like a Taoist master; he would resemble a scholar who stepped out of an old photograph.

But the moment Chen Bufan saw him, his fingertips twitched slightly.

There is no life lamp.

There is no lifeline.

There is no cause and effect.

This person is standing there.

But it's as if it's not in the birth chart.

Everyone in the banquet hall fell silent.

Someone lowered their head.

Someone bowed slightly.

Even Chairman Zheng, whose face had been grim just moments before, immediately suppressed his anger, put on a smile, and said respectfully:

"Mr. Lu."

Lu Changsheng walked slowly downstairs.