I really am a fortune teller

Therefore, the terrifying or strange things Fang Jiamo mentioned might just be commonplace.

“The number eight is a lucky number in the entire martial arts arena.” Fang Jiamo’s first words made Wei Chen’s eyes widen.

Wei Chen asked with a puzzled look, "Isn't this good?"

“Of course it’s bad.” Fang Jiamo quickly said, “You probably don’t know what a lucky number is, right? A lucky number means that either no one will put you in the queue, or you will always be in the queue.”

Fang Jiamo's words were very convoluted, and at least Wei Chen didn't understand them.

Fang Jiamo patted his thigh and said, "Why don't you understand? Look at those numbers on the screen. Those people are all contestants. There are a lot of contestants, right? The lucky number means that these contestants fight each other, like number 18 versus number 7. After everyone is lined up, one lucky number will be excluded."

Upon hearing this, Wei Chen understood: "Isn't this a good thing?"

“That’s certainly a good thing.” Fang Jiamo sighed and said, “If you’re not ranked at all, then your points won’t be used up, and you might be able to reach the top ten and smoothly enter the second round. But the key issue is that if I were Lin Xiao, I would definitely deliberately rank you up with a bunch of people and put you through a series of challenges.”

“Normally, a normal number will take a break after a battle, with a certain gap period, but a lucky number may keep playing.” Fang Jiamo said worriedly, “I wonder why Lin Xiao is so good to you? He arranged such a place for you. When you were young, Lin Xiao was not good to you at all, and after your accident, Lin Xiao never mentioned your marriage again.”

"Later, your father was injured, and the whole family came to Xihe Town. During this process, Lin Xiao never contacted your father. The only time they contacted each other was when the engagement was broken off." Fang Jiamo sighed and said, "Lin Xiao is not a good person."

Just from hearing Fang Jiamo say that, Wei Chen knew that what Fang Jiamo said was true, and Lin Xiao was indeed not a good person.

Especially when Lin Xiao gave him the ticket, Wei Chen could basically guess what he said in his heart, even though he didn't hear it.

The thought of this made Wei Chen very depressed.

But time didn't allow him to be depressed.

Before the two had even figured things out, a voice suddenly came from the big screen: "Number 8, please prepare."

At this time, many numbers appeared on the big screen, all of which were obviously not present.

A countdown timer appeared on the edge of the large screen, showing a five-minute countdown, which was presumably the preparation time.

Then the screen continued to announce, "All contestants, please enter the arena immediately. If you do not enter within five minutes, the doors will close."

"Now, please get ready, numbers 8 and 13."

"In five minutes, numbers 8 and 13 will compete."

"The competition will be broadcast on television, and those who wish to place bets can do so according to the instructions."

The broadcast went on three times in a row.

Everyone heard it.

At the same time, the door opened, and standing in the doorway was Lin Xiao.

When Fang Jiamo saw Lin Xiao, he was furious. He walked up to Lin Xiao with a grimacing grin, clenching his fists, wishing he could beat Lin Xiao to a pulp.

But Lin Xiao clearly doesn't have the ability to see ghosts.

Lin Xiao couldn't see Fang Jiamo at all.

Lin Xiao smiled at Wei Chen, stepped forward, and shook Wei Chen's hand: "Young man, you've finally come. My daughter has been looking forward to your visit. I didn't expect you to actually come. Just like when you were little, you're so sensible and obedient."

Wei Chen just smiled and ignored the other person.

Lin Xiao coughed and said, "You're going on stage soon, are you confident?"

Was he trying to give him a pep talk? Wei Chen rolled his eyes inwardly, but on the surface he remained all smiles, patting Lin Xiao's shoulder and saying, "Uncle, hello. I came here for Lin Xueyao, after all, Lin Xueyao is my wife."

"Your engagement has been dissolved, hasn't it?" Lin Xiao looked at Wei Chen with great displeasure. Although his tone remained unchanged, the look in Lin Xiao's eyes was as if he wanted to kill Wei Chen.

Wei Chen, oblivious to everything, smiled at Lin Xiao as if he hadn't seen anything, and said, "Uncle, what are you saying? Didn't you say you were looking forward to my performance so you could remarry Lin Xueyao to me? Our engagement was dissolved before, but it was only due to circumstances. Lin Xueyao is still mine, right?"

Lin Xiao was furious, but he couldn't show it on the surface. He glanced at his watch and changed the subject: "The time is up. You can go on stage now. By the way, you can bring any ghosts or anything like that if you have them."

Fang Jiamo immediately stood firmly behind Wei Chen.

Wei Chen looked at Fang Jiamo with annoyance and said, "What are you doing here? Go back to your place."

Fang Jiamo's eyes widened: "Young Master, you didn't have much of a chance of winning to begin with. If I don't go with you, you will die."

Can we please say less of these caring words?

Why does that sound so unpleasant?

Wei Chen rolled his eyes at him and followed Lin Xiao. Lin Xiao, having heard Wei Chen's words, laughed and said, "I knew it. Your husband must be worried about you bringing your personal talisman ghost with you, right? That's a ghost king, very powerful."

Is Fang Jiamo a ghost king?

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Why is the system getting involved too?

Could it be that I'm the only one who doesn't know that Fang Jiamo is a ghost king? Wei Chen wondered to himself.

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I really didn’t see it.

This transvestite calls himself a ghost king?

No wonder Fang Jiamo's price is so high. And the system is also eager for Wei Chen to kill Fang Jiamo, after all, there are 1 million merit points to be gained.

Lin Xiao smiled and led Wei Chen into the venue, where a waiter was waiting. Lin Xiao then turned to Wei Chen and asked, "Have you remembered the route?"

Wei Chen nodded repeatedly: "Thank you, Uncle."

His smile was so bright and harmless.

The waiters waiting on the side stood up straight when they saw that it was actually Lin Xiao who had personally brought Wei Chen over. This was the chosen son-in-law.

Lin Xiao stood in the corridor, watching Wei Chen walk towards the competition venue, feeling exceptionally relaxed. He also noticed the waiter's attitude towards Wei Chen, but he didn't care: "What's wrong with making you feel comfortable for a while?"

Since we're all going to die anyway, what's the point of talking about a dead person?

Lin Xiao looked behind him. He hadn't sensed the Ghost King's presence earlier, so the Ghost King must be in the room. Once Wei Chen died, the Ghost King would become his. That would be perfect.

This deal is a win-win situation.