All the discussions in the club fell silent as Victor said these words.
Mr. Chris's face was extremely gloomy. He stared at Victor's arrogant look and said sarcastically: "Are you cursing me?"
Victor didn't say anything, and the onlookers who reacted began to accuse him.
"How rude!"
"He is indeed a country bumpkin!"
"You have to apologize to Mr. Chris!"
Huh~~!
After blowing out a smoke ring, Victor was unmoved and said to the senior fortune teller in front of him: "The result I divined for you is death in the air. 'Death in the air will not last long, there will be disasters for travelers, it will be useless to seek wealth, and the official will be responsible for the punishment.
"Injury", and the numbers four, six, and eight are your bad luck numbers."
Mr. Chris raised an eyebrow: "What are you talking about? Is it the indigenous language of the Valentine people?"
"Don't you understand? Then let me explain!"
Victor continued to shake the ashes on the clean table.
"The results of this divination are very bad, extremely bad. If you don't pay attention, you will die immediately, but there is still a solution. You must avoid things related to the numbers four, six, and eight, and don't do it easily.
Leave the club and go somewhere far away, such as taking a carriage to the dock or the XC area... Oh, by the way, those three numbers are not just numbers, they can also represent directions, due east, southeast and southwest..." The members looked at each other, and most of them couldn't understand what Victor meant.
They had never seen or even heard of this method of divination. They had no idea how the rude person sitting there came to such a magical conclusion.
Victor then continued gushingly: "Ah! For example, I observed that the main entrance of your club faces the southwest. It will be four o'clock in the afternoon soon. If you want to travel, do not use the main entrance at four o'clock.
Leave..."
Looking at Victor's uncomfortable smile, Mr. Chris kept fiddling with the tarot cards in his hand, and the skin on his cheeks was as tight as an unironed shirt.
"Divination predictions will not have such accurate results. Young layman, do you think you can scare me?"
Chris was very angry, but he was angry that Victor was cursing him, not the anger caused by fear.
Victor shrugged, spread his hands and said helplessly: "Anyway, I've warned you. If you don't believe me, you can try it."
Chris suddenly laughed: "Sorry, I do have to leave here around four o'clock and rush to the XC area to discuss business with customers. If you want to embarrass me with such alarmism, then I'm afraid you will be disappointed...
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Victor raised his eyes, glanced at the big pendulum by the window, and then nodded: "Then let us... wait and see..."
Boom...
As soon as he finished speaking, the big pendulum rang, and the time was exactly four o'clock.
Mr. Chris showed a sneer, stood up quickly, put on his coat, and picked up the hat on the table.
He pushed Victor's feet off the table with his cane and angrily scolded him to get out of the way.
"The last thing I want to say is that you are not welcome in this club from now on! Please leave with me!"
Following Mr. Chris's expulsion order, Victor was stared at with disdain by the members, and the burly security guard also came closer.
Being crowded by people, Victor was still fanning the flames at Chris: "Are you really going to go through the front door?"
Chris ignored him, put on his top hat, opened the door of the club, and walked to the street.
The club members followed him to the door and looked in his direction.
At the same time, Victor was driven out of the club by the gang.
"What now? The farm boy in the east?" Chris walked to the middle of the road, and the carriages and pedestrians around him gradually avoided him.
"I will call a hired carriage to take me away right away. Your bullshit divination method is a farce." After Chris finished speaking, he gradually walked towards an empty carriage on the street.
The driver was parked there waiting for the guests. Next to him was a five-story apartment that had not yet been built, and construction workers were busy on the scaffolding.
Those members started talking again, and they kept ridiculing Victor in their words.
At this time, a child ran across the road quickly and accidentally hit Chris.
The child fell down on his butt, and all six coins he was holding fell to the ground, and he started howling and crying.
Chris glanced at the child with disgust, his eyes instantly glanced at the six coins on the ground, and his heart couldn't help but thump.
"Six methods?"
After such a short delay, the vehicle on the other side of the road was hired by another customer, and then, other carriages came from the other end of the street to take the place of the previous carriage.
Chris bypassed the crying child and got on the carriage. Suddenly, an ominous premonition came to his heart, so he hurriedly urged the coachman to get out of here.
After seeing the six coins, he was obviously so distracted that he didn't notice that the black and white horse in front had a birthmark shaped like the number 8 on his forehead!
Hiss!
The horses let out a long roar. Perhaps they were frightened by the coachman's hasty driving. They raised their hoofs a bit too much and kicked the scaffolding next to them hard.
The scaffolding was quite strong and did not collapse. The construction worker on the wooden platform inevitably shook twice. An iron pipe that was placed next to him slipped from the platform and fell straight down about three stories.
High in the sky!
What a coincidence, the sharp end of the iron pipe pierced the ceiling of the carriage without any bias!
This scene was seen by all the members of the Divination Club. They were still mocking Victor, but now they were all dumbfounded!
No movement was heard, and the screams of the senior fortune teller in the carriage could not be heard, but people with a discerning eye had discovered that scarlet blood was seeping out from the cracks in the carriage door!
"K...Mr. Chris!"
Following the members’ exclamations, pedestrians passing by also shouted loudly in fear.
The coachman quickly opened the door of the carriage, but was so frightened that he sat down on the ground.
The man inside died miserably... The iron pipe penetrated his neck directly, piercing him from right to left.
His head hung weakly to his left shoulder, and the blood from his mouth spurted into a large pool on his chest. His eyes had not yet been closed, and there was an expression of disbelief...
More and more people were watching, and eventually the patrolling police team was attracted, and sirens kept coming from outside the crowd.
Everyone in the club stood stupidly by the door. Victor turned around and looked at them, pretending to be sad and said: "Hey! Why doesn't Mr. Chris listen to the advice... I remember there is an old saying in my hometown, there is a way to heaven, he doesn't
Let’s go, there is no way to hell, but I still want to hit my head with it..."
After saying that, he ignored the horrified expressions of the members and looked at the staff member responsible for registration: "Is this enough to show my level? So have I passed the test? Can I become your senior fortune teller?" p>
At this time, people's attitude towards him changed instantly, from one extreme to the other. Just now it was disgust and ridicule, now it is fear and fear.
Victor has shown his strength in mysterious predictions, but he has achieved results that are contrary to his purpose.
The people in the club finally turned him away, with an attitude of avoiding the devil. Some people even threatened to report the case to the Police Bureau, saying that he would definitely use invisible techniques...
Although... what this person said is indeed correct...
