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The wind blew through the alleyway, swirling up a few withered leaves.

In this world, when warriors kill, they use knives, aiming for a fatal blow and overwhelming force.

When a master of divination kills, they do so with the aim of making the killing subtle and intangible.

Between the two lies a chasm as vast as an insurmountable barrier.

The path of martial arts is indeed arduous.

But as long as you're willing to invest heavily, spend money like water, and toughen yourself up, you'll eventually be able to get started.

But the methods of divination are different.

This is a unique skill that places great emphasis on talent.

Astronomy, geography, Qimen Dunjia, the I Ching and Bagua... that vast and obscure knowledge is enough to make 99% of people's heads explode before they even step through the door.

Some people spend their entire lives studying and researching, only to end up setting up a stall on the street, offering fortune telling and divination services.

Some people, however, can determine life and death with just a step into the door, and can set up a trap to imprison a dragon with a wave of their hand.

What's even more frightening is the legacy.

You can't become a great sorcerer by unorthodox methods.

Behind every master who can make "iron-fisted predictions" lies a long-standing lineage of teachers and a set of rigorous and terrifying methods.

It could be a bewitching maze that leads to one's demise, or a deadly trap that can summon heavenly lightning.

Even the legendary insidious methods of cursing and killing from afar, and ruining the fortune of ancestral graves, are not unheard of.

If you offend a martial artist, you at least know when he might come knocking with a knife; at worst, you can fight to the death.

But if you offend a master of divination who is skilled in calculation and can predict the future, that would be a real nightmare.

Because you never know when that sword hanging over your head will fall.

Perhaps your qi and blood flowed inexplicably backward while you were practicing, perhaps you slipped on a banana peel and fell to your death, or perhaps you died silently in your sleep.

The fact that the other party dared to give him the goods first shows a complete lack of trust.

This is a form of self-confidence.

An absolute confidence that "I can give it to you, and I can take it back at any time."

Zhao Feng let out a long breath.

Faced with such a situation, he dared not gamble, much less could afford to gamble.

Offending him is not a wise move.

He dared not hesitate any longer, and reached into his robes to pull out the thick stack of silver notes.

"Sir, I have learned a great deal!"

Zhao Feng's voice was even more respectful than before.

He counted out the thousand taels of silver notes and carefully wrapped them in a silk handkerchief.

The package traced an arc and landed steadily inside the wall.

Inside the wall, Chen Qian caught the package.

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The crisp sound of the banknote paper and the heavy feel of the large stacks all told him this.

The money and goods were exchanged, and the goods were genuine gold and silver.

The weight on Chen Qian's heart finally lifted, and he couldn't help but smile slightly.

He was, of course, unaware that Zhao Feng outside the wall had already imagined him as some kind of reclusive sorcerer.

His willingness to deliver the goods so generously in advance, seemingly a desperate gamble, was actually a clever tactic.

Zhao Feng has been operating in Linjiang County for many years.

Although he was a constable, he cherished his reputation and was often praised for his integrity.

Chen Qian knew all too well the weakness of this kind of person.

His reputation was both his armor and his shackles.

Once a person is placed on the high platform of "faith and righteousness," it becomes difficult for him to stoop down and do those despicable and sordid things.

Chen Qian's move to turn the tables undoubtedly added another heavy burden to Zhao Feng's mind.

This attitude of not being afraid of you running away is itself a kind of invisible deterrent.

Furthermore, even if Zhao Rong's team discovers something unusual during the search, so what?

From the moment Zhao Feng took the porcelain bottle, he was no longer just a law enforcement officer, but a stakeholder in Chen Qian's world of divination.

When faced with enormous profits, everyone becomes blind.

On the contrary, Zhao Rong might even praise himself highly.

With this thousand taels, the road ahead became much easier.

"Now that the money and goods have been exchanged, let's proceed according to the agreement."

Chen Qian carefully put away the silver notes, his tone remaining calm: "Tomorrow at noon, don't forget the rest."

After saying that, he turned to leave.

"Sir, wait a minute!"

Outside the wall, Zhao Feng suddenly called out to him.

In this remote Linjiang County, where the balance of Yin and Yang is disrupted.

Those who understand divination and numerology are extremely rare and highly valued.

The county magistrate's behind-the-scenes strategist, who kept his true abilities hidden, was one of them.

One of the retainers supported by the Liu family, the richest family in Linjiang, was a wealthy man.

There was another one, the mysterious and homeless "Wang the Half-Immortal," who was rumored to be able to play chess with evil spirits.

These three men were all highly skilled individuals from Linjiang County, rarely seen and elusive.

Normally, let alone a county constable like him, even if his father wanted to see him, it would depend on the other party's mood and circumstances.

And now, sitting behind the wall, may be the fourth master of divination who has suddenly appeared in Linjiang County!

"Is there anything else, Officer Zhao?" Chen Qian paused slightly, his voice revealing a hint of impatience.

Zhao Feng swallowed hard and asked, forcing himself to speak:

"Sir, your calculations are truly astute. I, Zhao, would like to request that you perform another divination."

"This isn't about catching a thief; it's about the lives of all my brothers."

Chen Qian frowned slightly, instinctively wanting to decline: "I don't have any divination tools on hand. If I rely solely on the Bagua in my palm, there are too many variables, and the probability is hard to say."

"It's alright, just please tell me whether it's auspicious or inauspicious!"

Zhao Feng quickly spoke, lowering his voice even further, as if he had mentioned some forbidden place:

"Thirty li east of the city is Niushou Village."

"Recently, the government received intelligence that there have been some strange movements over there. I plan to lead a team to investigate, but I wonder what the outcome will be?"

Niushou Village?

Chen Qian's heart skipped a beat.

He was familiar with this place name; it was a remote, deserted village outside Linjiang County.

It is said that there was a plague a few years ago, and no one has lived there for a long time.

How did I get involved with this Constable Zhao?

Chen Qian did not answer immediately.

The art of divination using the Five Elements was rapidly processing in my mind, while my fingertips moved swiftly across my palms, calculating and manipulating.

A long silence followed.

So long that Zhao Feng thought the other party had quietly left,

Chen Qian's deep and extremely solemn voice slowly drifted out:

"Niushou Village..."

"when!"

Chen Qian flicked his fingers lightly, producing a crisp sound, as if finalizing the divination result.

"Very bad luck."

Zhao Feng, standing outside the wall, was startled.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Qian's voice came again, his tone chilling:

"Very bad luck."

Zhao Feng's face turned deathly pale instantly.

"Extremely unlucky!"

Three times in a row, big ominous!

Each sound was louder and colder than the last!

In this silent dead end, it was like a death sentence from the underworld, making Zhao Feng's eardrums ring.

"I have divined the outcome of your journey; you will face five deaths and one life."

Chen Qian stared at his palm, equally shocked.

Since he started using the Five Elements Divination method, apart from the incident with the Li family, he had never seen such a tragic death divination.

More than half of the chances of survival were wiped out.

That place is absolutely a monster that devours people without spitting out their bones!

"Officer Zhao, listen to my advice."

Chen Qian's voice gradually faded into the distance, carrying a hint of uncertainty: "Be careful that the elderly don't bury the children."

The wind howled.

The alleyway fell silent once more.

Zhao Feng was left standing alone, the porcelain bottle in his hand still cold.

But his heart was even colder than the porcelain vase.

"Niushou Village".

"Extremely unlucky!"

Zhao Feng muttered to himself.

Recalling those three chilling shouts, I felt my back was soaked in cold sweat.