I attained immortality in the real world.

Chapter 21 Calculating Life
"boom!"

Wu Ji kicked open the mottled wooden door.

With bloodshot eyes, he walked straight toward the bedroom and, sure enough, saw a pair of adulterers making love on the bed.

There was no questioning of why?
There wasn't a single wasted word.

He pulled out the sharp knife used for slaughtering chickens and ducks, and swung it out with the fluid grace of a calligrapher.

In a flash, several streaks of blinding blood splattered, and the flesh cut by the knife was like raw Xuan paper written with a brush, with bloody flesh turned out from the skin.

Before Zhou Qing could utter a single word in his defense, a sharp pain shot through his body. He flung Wu Ji away with a swipe of his arm and roared, "You bastard! How dare you hurt me?"

Wu Ji was a full head shorter than Zhou Qing. The difference in their sizes was like that between a child and an adult. Even if a small knife pierced through completely, it wouldn't hurt their vital organs.

Wu Ji didn't care at all. He got up, wiped the blood off his knife, and said coldly, "You're actually a bit stronger than a duck."

Zhou Qing tried to stand up and resist, but with a "thud," his legs gave way and he collapsed to his knees, looking terrified. "You... severed the Achilles tendons in my legs!"

"what!!"

Lingniang's snow-white body was stained with blood.

Like red plum blossoms withering in winter, falling onto the pristine snow.

After a brief moment of shock, she finally let out a scream and stammered, "He is... Zhou Qingzhou, how dare you?"

Wu Ji pressed the knife against Ling Niang's throat, laughing angrily, "Fine, fine, fine, you really are my good wife. I've raised you and supported you all these years, never letting you do any hard work, and you still cheat on me in broad daylight?"

Zhou Qing collapsed to the ground, blood gushing from his wounds.

Although it won't kill you immediately, there's a deadly person lurking nearby, making it impossible to even stop the bleeding from your wound.

He paused for a moment and then said, "You'll be beheaded too if I kill you. But if you let me go, I'll give you money, lots of money, and I promise I won't hold you accountable for hurting me."

Wu Ji stepped on Zhou Qing's neck and sighed, "I've heard you're vengeful, but you can't hold back. When you beg for mercy, you look like you want to eat me alive?"

"I didn't want to get involved in a murder case because of you two, but I heard you're particularly vengeful, so it's better to be clean-cut. That way, you might have a chance. You've met your fate, your destiny."

"puff!"

"puff!!"

The knife sliced ​​across the necks of the two men one after another, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

Zhou Qing clutched his throat tightly, his last thought in his final moments: I really didn't live more than ten days.

The key is to first instill courage, then strength. After Wu Ji made his move, he remained remarkably calm and felt no fear whatsoever.

Despite his short stature and weak strength, killing two terrified men was not much harder than killing two ducks.

There's no going back! Might as well settle this once and for all.

Wu Ji glanced at the corpse on the ground that was no longer struggling, and did not rush to wash off the bloodstains on his body.

Instead, he slipped through the back alley to the next house, looked at Aunt Wu who had just escaped, and sneered, "Aunt Wu, although we are not related by blood, we are still from the same clan. It's not right to help your grand-nephew's wife cheat on you!"

Aunt Wu's face turned deathly pale as she pleaded, "I don't know, I really don't know..."

"puff!"

"........."

Zhu Zicheng, Liuhai Teahouse.

The teahouse was still packed, but the noise from the arguments had subsided considerably.

After four days of debate, only a few die-hards remained as Chen Banxian's supporters.

The group that believed Chen Banxian was a fraud was led by the son of a wealthy merchant who had just started learning physiognomy. He was too lazy to argue with a group of ignorant people, so he drank his finest pre-rain tea and waited for ten days to give these stubborn old men a good slap in the face.

Suddenly, a young waiter rushed into the teahouse, shouting in terror, "Dead! Dead!!"

The shopkeeper was exasperated. If business hadn't been good these past few days and he wasn't in a good mood, he would have kicked the servant long ago. He poured a bowl of tea and handed it to the servant, scolding, "What kind of behavior is this, all this panic? Drink up and tell me slowly, who died?"

The servant took a sip of tea, spat out the tea foam, and then said, "Zhou Qing, the fourth son of Zhou, is dead!"

"Who?"

"Zhou Qing! Zhou Silang?"

"Zhou Qing, whom Chen Banxian predicted would not live past ten days? He died on only the fourth day?"

"Impossible! The doctor said he was perfectly healthy, how could he be dead? Could he have been murdered?"

"Yes, he was killed by Wu Ji!"

"Who is Wu Ji?"

"It's Wu Yazi, the short guy who slaughters ducks at the market in the east of the city. Zhou Qing and Wu Yazi's wife died naked at Wu Yazi's house."

"Really?"

"Of course it's true. Three people died in total. Their throats were all slit open. They definitely couldn't have survived!"

"Who asked you that! I meant I really wasn't wearing any clothes!"

"Hmm! I heard there aren't any."

"Seeing is believing, so there's no need for further explanation. I'll go and see for myself."

"........."

Zhou Qing is dead!

"Zhou Qing and a woman died naked by the bedside."

"Zhou Qing and a woman were found dead, completely naked, beside the bed, along with an elderly woman in her sixties or seventies."

"Zhou Qing is a womanizer; he doesn't even spare seventy- or eighty-year-old women. His fortune-telling skills are so amazing..."

In less than half a day.

Everyone in Zhu Zicheng knew about Zhou Qing's death.

Although word-of-mouth transmission inevitably leads to some inaccuracies, it is generally harmless.

Whenever someone mentions Zhou Qing, they inevitably bring up Chen Banxian, who predicted his death, how accurate his predictions were, and how they made a bet to see his fortune in ten days.

Storytellers would tirelessly weave these stories into tales and sing them, constantly embellishing them until they became legends a hundred years later.

This time, no one will openly stand up to disagree. Facts speak louder than words. Even families well-versed in physiognomy feel not only disbelief but also a sense of apprehension about the unknown.

Xu You and Wang Qi went to the crime scene and personally examined Zhou Qing's body. They murmured in disbelief, "Impossible! Absolutely impossible. This is beyond the scope of physiognomy."

Among the onlookers was a guard holding a winged tiger token, who exclaimed incredulously, "Is this luck? We must report this to our superiors."

[10%, 20%...]

At the alley entrance in Zhu Zicheng, Chen Jing learned through the ever-increasing progress of the mission that Zhou Qing was already dead.

After making the arrangements, Chen Jing completely withdrew. As for when Zhou Qing would touch the arrangements, it was as uncertain as a beggar begging for food, beyond precise calculation. However, given the other party's impatient nature, it would definitely not take more than ten days.

After this incident, at least 90% of the people knew about Chen Banxian, and his track record was verifiable, so it wouldn't be a problem to convince more than half of them.

[Task: Gain some fame.]

[Task progress: Completed. 】

Chen Jing packed up his fortune-telling stall and went to the west of the city to find Master Li to collect his reward.

When Li Banxian saw Chen Jing, his smile vanished, and his murky eyes stared intently at Chen Jing: "Your prophecy has come true! Tell me, who killed Zhou Qing and Zhou Silang?"

(End of this chapter)