I just broke up with my boyfriend and then I transmigrated into the world of "The Lost Tomb&quo

“I had a project to discuss a few months ago and met someone surnamed Shen. However, he’s very profit-driven, and I don’t like him. I don’t know if he’s the one you’re looking for,” Xie Yuhua said, deliberately probing.

Jieyuhua was gambling, betting on this person's purpose. There are so many people with the surname Shen, and he has done business with more than a dozen of them. Why did he have to meet them just a few months ago? A normal person would definitely have some thoughts. He deliberately mentioned the time frame. Ling Xiao hadn't been here for long, so he bet that this person would immediately target Ling Xiao, thus reducing his concerns.

"How old is he?" The strange man really took the bait very quickly.

"He's in his early twenties, but looks like he's in his teens. He hasn't even grown his hair yet, and he's out here trying to do business." Black Bear seemed to grasp things very quickly and immediately chimed in.

The fat man suddenly thought of Ling Xiao. He had actually forgotten that Ling Zi also had the surname Shen. He felt a little flustered, worried that something might happen to Ling Zi. He didn't know about Xie Yuhua and the others' plan and didn't dare to interrupt them.

"Is she good-looking?" the man asked again.

"Good-looking? What does good-looking amount to? He's all talk and no action. He's obsessed with money, worse than a blind man. If you sincerely try to do business with him, all he says is lies." Black Bear interrupted.

"You...you've seen him too? You guys? Don't like him?" The strange man asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Didn't I...didn't I return it all to him?" He muttered to himself in a low voice, and the people outside couldn't hear him clearly.

"Old man, you said you changed his fate, how did you change it?" Black Bear squatted down to talk to the strange hand.

"How did I change it? Heh, it's all fate... it's all fate... Oh well, I don't regret it. If I had to choose again, I would still do the same thing," the strange man recalled.

"You old man, how can you be so stubborn!" Wu Xie was a little angry. How could someone say they repent but actually show no remorse at all?

The strange man simply recalled to himself, "When I first met him, the little guy looked like a glutinous rice ball, exquisitely beautiful. At first glance, I thought he was a little girl. He was holding his mother's hand and was incredibly well-behaved."

I liked him instantly when I first saw him and wanted to tease him. I said to him, "Little guy, come here to Uncle, Uncle will do a magic trick for you." I made a paper crane and gave it to him, but he refused to take it no matter what. He looked at me as if I were a strange guy, and he didn't say anything. He just stared at my paper crane in a daze.

He was looking at the paper cranes, and I was looking at him. I can read faces, and just by looking at his face, I knew that he was destined for great wealth and honor in the future. But at the same time, I could also see that he had weak family ties.

Perhaps it's because I lack self-control, or perhaps it's because he's naturally gifted at attracting people with wicked desires; with just one glance, I harbored evil thoughts.

I am an ordinary man. Although I do not love money, I love my wife the most. Unfortunately, my wife is seriously ill and has not recovered for a long time. Someone gave me a suggestion: to change my fate by borrowing life.

I studied this, and I know this method is unworkable and will incur divine retribution.

But the appearance of Young Master Shen changed my mind. He had very few relatives and friends, so I figured there was no one who could take care of him. I told him to stretch out his hand so I could tell his fortune.

I figured if he didn't reach out, I'd let it go; if he did reach out, and I saw that his palm lines were unfavorable, I'd leave it at that.

It is all the will of Heaven, the will of Heaven.

He's such a cautious person, yet he actually let go of her hand.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to examine the hands, I took a drop of blood and put it on the cloth. With this, I no longer need to use birth date and time to make a paper effigy.

I altered his lifespan. I knew he would have bloodshed and kill people in the future, but I changed his destiny. These things are most averse to being entangled in karma and bloodshed, so after I succeeded, I lied to him, saying he was burdened with karma and could not be involved in taking lives.