I really am a fortune teller

The table was piled high with food. Fang Jiamo stared intently at Wei Chen while he ate, making Wei Chen feel uneasy. "Why are you staring at me like that? Your food was pretty good today, and it didn't fall short of your usual standard."

Wei Chen felt uneasy all over and casually praised Fang Jiamo.

But Fang Jiamo looked Wei Chen up and down and said, "You've seen a ghost."

Wei Chen almost choked on his own words. Fang Jiamo's statement was actually not wrong; he had indeed encountered a ghost this time.

Wei Chen coughed and said, "Yeah, I saw a ghost. What happened?"

"It's nothing." Fang Jiamo sighed and continued, "Shall we go back tomorrow?"

Wei Chen noticed that Fang Jiamo was speaking cautiously. Wei Chen looked at Fang Jiamo with a smile and said, "Do you know something?"

Fang Jiamo coughed and said, "Just kidding. I'm staying home all day. How would I know the Lin family would choose their husbands through a martial arts arena?"

Fang Jiamo covered his mouth after speaking, then slapped himself on the face.

Wei Chen laughed heartily: "You're too funny! You just blurted out everything you wanted to say so quickly? You have to tell me, how did you know? Did my dad tell you?"

Fang Jiamo was almost in tears: "Yes, young master, my dear young master, can we not get involved in this mess? I know you can't bear to part with Lin Xueyao, but for now, Lin Xueyao can only be someone else's wife. Otherwise, how about we have Wei Qingshan marry you a beautiful one?"

"Lin Xueyao is my wife, and that will never change," Wei Chen said calmly. "Never."

Fang Jiamo coughed and said, "But that's a martial arts arena. There are no fortune tellers in a martial arts arena. The Lin family really did this on purpose. They just want to get rid of the Wei family."

"So what if I'm a fortune teller?" Wei Chen rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Even if I were a fortune teller, I could still beat someone until they were crying for their parents."

Fang Jiamo replied irritably, "Do whatever you want, just pretend I didn't say anything."

Although Fang Jiamo was acting out of spite, he still happily followed Wei Chen around the next morning.

Wei Chen originally didn't want Fang Jiamo to come along, but after thinking it over, he realized that Fang Jiamo was Wei Qingshan's informant. If he didn't let him come along, who knew what kind of trouble he might cause?

Wei Chen arrived at the address mentioned on the ticket. It was a particularly luxurious club, and the fighting venue was located downstairs. It was essentially an underground boxing ring.

If there are no cultivators fighting inside, they usually practice boxing. These cultivators also need to earn their own living in the secular world, so this situation is understandable.

A red carpet and many flowers were laid out outside the martial arts arena. Every time a car entered, it was constantly photographed by reporters nearby. It is estimated that those reporters were called by the Lin family.

Lin Xiao stood at the door with her children, all smiles.

Seeing Wei Chen approach, Lin Xiao simply gave him an encouraging look from afar and then ignored him completely.

Just then, a Rolls-Royce pulled up in front of the underground boxing ring. A man in a black suit got out of the car, and Lin Xiao's eyes lit up immediately. He excitedly went to greet him and held the young man's hand tightly, refusing to let go.

Fang Jiamo said from the side, "These days, everyone is greedy for money. No matter who it is, it's the same. Look at Lin Xiao. When he was with the Wei family, he was like a lapdog. Now he's all high and mighty. It's infuriating to see him like this."

Wei Chen listened silently from the sidelines and followed the crowd into the underground boxing ring.

Two young women in cheongsams stood on either side of the underground boxing ring. They took the tickets from Wei Chen and let him go in. Fang Jiamo quickly followed.

Because Fang Jiamo was a ghost, the two young ladies didn't notice.

Led by the young woman in front, the two quickly arrived at the underground boxing ring. She led them to a private room with a number on it. She explained that this was his number, and when it was his turn to fight, an announcement would be made from inside the room, and someone would come to invite him.

Wei Chen's number is 8.

Fang Jiamo was so excited as soon as he entered the room that he rushed to the coffee table. There were some soups and broths on the table, which looked like food, but they smelled really strange and didn't look very appetizing.

In Wei Chen's words, it looks like swill.

However, Fang Jiamo was extremely excited when he saw these "swills," wishing he could pounce on them and take them all, afraid that someone else would snatch them away.

Wei Chen knew that this food was for ghosts.

The food that ghosts eat is somewhat different from the food that humans eat. Ghosts usually only smell the outside of food before eating, and the food that they smell is basically tasteless.

Therefore, the Yin-Yang chef came into being.

The food prepared by these yin-yang chefs is only for ghosts; no one else is allowed to cook it.

These dishes are particularly appealing to ghosts, but to humans they look like swill. Furthermore, they contain yin energy, which can enhance a ghost's cultivation level. The extent of this enhancement depends on the amount of yin energy contained within the food.

Seeing Fang Jiamo's possessive manner towards the food, Wei Chen knew that these things were definitely not ordinary items.

He shook his head helplessly, sat down calmly next to Fang Jiamo, and turned on the television.

The television was mounted on the wall like a flat piece of glass. There was no signal on the television, only signals about the game. The first thing that caught the eye was a blue screen with many names on it. If you counted carefully, there were more than 500 names in total, and the number was still slowly increasing.

Because it was sorted by size, Wei Chen was able to spot his name at first glance.

Fang Jiamo, standing nearby, was also startled: "So many people actually participated in the martial arts contest to find a husband. It seems Lin Xueyao is quite popular. That old fox Lin Xiao must have come up with such a method."

Fang Jiamo seemed to know Lin Xiao very well, so Wei Chen said to Fang Jiamo, "Tell me about Lin Xiao, okay?"

"Him? He's just an old fox, shameless. Why would you ask him? Could it be that you've met him before?" Fang Jiamo was very perceptive, widening his eyes as he said, "This ticket of yours wouldn't have been given to you by Lin Xiao, would it? No wonder, how did you get the right to come here? And with such a good number as the 8th."

Fang Jiamo's reaction was unexpected. Wei Chen turned his head with a puzzled look and asked, "What do you mean?"

"My dear young master," Fang Jiamo almost cried, "you've been tricked!"