Crossing fortune telling: Mental illnesses running in both directions

Xilan City.

This is a month after the rain prayer.

Over the past month, there has been a qualitative change in the people's lives, from their initial excitement to their current worries.

A family carefully opened the window, but with just this small action, the drizzling rain outside rushed in recklessly. In just a moment, the already damp clothes on their bodies completed their ultimate form and became completely wet.

The owner of the room screamed and quickly closed the window.

She originally wanted to see if her husband had returned home, but no matter how careful she was, she still made a mess in the house.

Fortunately, not long after, in the pouring rain, a figure came running all the way from a distance.

The straw raincoat didn't seem to have any effect. The man rushed into the room, and his first reaction was to hand the thing he was guarding in his arms to his wife.

There weren't many things, so she quickly opened it to check, but the result was still disappointing.

These things won't last long.

"The rain was so heavy that an umbrella was useless. I didn't expect that even with two sets of raincoats, I still got a little wet."

Inside were all kinds of food that the man had purchased from more than a dozen shops, with pastries making up the majority of them.

In the past, pastries were much more expensive than rice, but now, due to the continuous heavy rains, everyone knows how valuable rice is and they are rushing to buy it like crazy.

On the contrary, desserts such as pastries can only be sold at the lowest price because they cannot be stored.

They couldn't afford rice, so they could only pick up what was left over from rich families.

"The streets seem to be even more chaotic. Many beggars have no place to stay. Many have died of illness and no one is collecting their bodies."

The man covered his nose, as if recalling some bad memories: "The whole place was stinking and suffocating."

After saying that, he bent over and started coughing violently, as if he wanted to cough out his entire lung.

His wife patted him on the back and said to him, "Everyone is busy with their own affairs, so how can they spare the energy to clean up the beggar's body?"

"Hurry up and change your clothes. Don't catch a cold in such a heavy rain."

The man thought the same and did as he was told.

It was clearly noon, but the sky outside was so gloomy that it made people feel uneasy. The wife looked at the faint light in the window and said worriedly: "The prayer for rain was successful...but this...isn't it too successful?"

Upon hearing this, the man became excited: "That's right, tell me, where can it rain for a month in a row? First there was a severe drought, and now it's raining heavily. There must be something wrong when things are abnormal!"

Wife: "Is praying for rain really against the will of heaven? Mr. Su didn't say it would end like this, did he?"

"Before the crops dried up, now they are soaked to death. Recently the prices of food in various shops have increased a lot. If this continues, we ordinary people will not be able to survive."

"Where is Master Su? If he can solve the drought, he can certainly solve this predicament as well."

The man sneered: "What about Mr. Su? He got the benefits and fame, so he left here a long time ago and went to the capital to claim credit."

"The dilemma here has not been resolved yet, what credit can you claim?"

"All he needs to do is pray for rain successfully, and the higher-ups only care about his ability."

The couple looked at each other and saw fear about the future in each other's eyes.

They are able to support their families and it is like this. Then wouldn’t the people who are in a worse situation have no way to survive?

I'm afraid that if this continues, Xilan City will be in great trouble...

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The rainstorm was so extensive that even the area near the city gate was affected.

The surrounding cities began to patronize them, transporting food at the same price.

But over time, those who were caught in the heavy rain became weak and eventually died of illness, or the bodies of those beggars who had no shelter would decay faster due to the humid weather.

An unknown plague seemed to have broken out in the already lifeless Xilan City, and many people had been infected and died.

How could anyone dare approach these patronizing cities?

It was quite far away, so Shen Zhinian could only see the dark clouds in the sky and the soldiers guarding outside the city gate. All he could hear was the gossip of the people in the restaurant.

He slowly retracted his gaze, looking helpless: "This scene is really a little too familiar."

After all, the young master back then had experienced an unprecedented disaster.

I was almost eaten by a beggar.

People of this era had no sense of prevention, and the main reason was that they were too poor. They thought that the plague was just a symptom of a cold and that it would pass if they just endured it.

It would be better to use the money saved to buy food.

Most people hold this idea, and by the time they realize something is wrong, the plague has already broken out.

While the waiter was serving the dishes, Shen Zhinian asked softly, "When was the city gate closed?"

The waiter was startled when he was called. When he looked up, he saw several gods with outstanding temperaments staring at him. He stuttered, "It was about... ten, ten days ago."

After learning about the situation here, the superiors immediately gave orders, sending news as fast as possible to seal the city gates overnight to prevent the patients inside from escaping and spreading the disease to other locations.

Many imperial physicians were sent to treat the patient, but after ten days, no good news came from them.

They were not even aware of the safety of the imperial doctors.

As for Mr. Su who successfully prayed for rain?

He came here in a pretentious manner, but refused to get close to Xilan City at all.

However, since he was able to pray for rain successfully, everyone thought that he could naturally stop the rain, so their attitude towards Su Yinchen became even more respectful.

After all, he did what the people asked and it successfully brought rain, right?

After asking for some other information, Shen Zhinian poured the tea in the cup onto the table after the waiter left. He then drew a complex pattern with the water stains on his fingertips.

The spiritual power flowed along the fingertips and disappeared into the transparent figure until a clear line of text appeared on it, and then he stopped.

Although he already knew that his master was extraordinary, Fang Wushuang was still amazed when he saw all this again: "How is it?"

Shen Zhinian's expression slightly withered, his eyes turned cold: "If we hadn't intervened, this rain would have continued for another month."

It has been raining for two months in a row, and plagues are spreading everywhere. The environment is extremely bad. I am afraid that by the time the rain stops, the city will have become a deserted city.

After saying that, even though she was used to being lazy, she couldn't help but look unhappy: "This group of illegal immigrants really do whatever it takes to achieve their goals. They prepaid the city's future rainfall in advance, but they don't have the energy to stop it."

"I did estimate how long the rain would last, and planned to wait until the right time came, then pretend to use my 'divine power' to stop the rain."

As for how many people were killed? They didn't care at all.

The plan from the beginning was to witness them display their "divine power" and to worship and fear all the people of the Jin Kingdom.