Chapter 16 Huang Mao
The people around were looking curiously at Zhong Nianyao and Old Man Yang, all wondering what had happened between the two.
Especially when they saw Old Man Yang paying his respects to a young girl, everyone's curiosity almost reached its peak.
It was well known that Old Man Yang had a certain reputation at Tongtian Bridge. Normally, many people sought him out for fortune telling, and he was believed to have some genuine skills. But now, he was treating a young girl this way. Could it be that this girl really was extraordinary?
Unaffected by the stares from the crowd, Zhong Nianyao seemed not to see them at all. She smiled at Old Man Yang and spoke, "Elder, I've finished interpreting your fortune. You know very well whether it was accurate or not, so—"
In the midst of speaking, Zhong Nianyao pointed her hand toward the stall next to hers and continued, "Isn't it about time for you to go back? I still have business to do here!"
"Alright, alright, young lady, I won't bother you anymore," Old Man Yang quickly responded, "I'm going back right now."
After speaking, he did not linger and quickly returned to his own stall. However, when he looked at Zhong Nianyao, his eyes were filled with respect. Completely different from before, he had now witnessed her abilities and genuinely regarded her as a person of great talent.
After telling Old Man Yang's fortune, Zhong Nianyao continued to pick up her cell phone, playing with it while waiting for the next destined person.
Below Tongtian Bridge, the flow of people was still constant, and many confused individuals came here. Whether seeking a solution or simply looking for psychological comfort, they all hoped someone would exchange a few words with them.
Of course, many also noticed Zhong Nianyao's stall. However, while there were many spectators, none truly sat down to seek her services.
After all, it was like people going to the hospital to see a doctor. Everyone wants to consult with older, more respected experts. Some things require the accumulation of experience. Fortune telling is the same, and such a young girl didn't look like someone with genuine skills.
Zhong Nianyao didn't mind at all that her stall was devoid of customers. She wasn't running the stall to make money, but rather to accumulate merit. Moreover, the predestined would come on their own. For those without fate, even if they came, she didn't wish to read their fortunes.
Besides, it was about time for that Mr. Zhao to come and seek her help.
While lost in her thoughts, a blond-haired guy, Huang Mao, took a seat right in front of Zhong Nianyao's stall. The look he gave her held a hint of malicious intent and lewdness, "Little sister, you're so pretty, why are you setting up shop in a place like this? Why not come with me, and you can enjoy a life of luxury."
Zhong Nianyao just glanced up and sneered, "Enjoy luxury? You're about to lose your life, and here you are, spouting nonsense. Who gave you the courage?"
Her words turned Huang Mao's face the color of liver, and in a furious rage, he slammed his hand on the table and bellowed, "You little twerp, spewing nonsense here. I'm telling you, there's no way this will end well today. But—"
At this point, Huang Mao sized up Zhong Nianyao and then laughed wickedly, "If you treat me well today, I might be happy enough to let you off. Otherwise, you won't be able to survive here on Tongtian Bridge."
"Heh, I never spout nonsense," Zhong Nianyao was unfazed, lifting her head and looking at Huang Mao indifferently, "You know exactly how many lives your hands are stained with. You've been safe all this time because that string of Buddha Beads on your wrist has been shielding you from calamity."
Zhong Nianyao glanced at the Buddha Beads, which had begun to crack, and sneered, "To have the Buddha Beads in your hands is a waste and a desecration. Even the finest things can't withstand constant abuse. Your Buddha Beads are already cracked and are about to lose their protective effect. If you can live more than ten days from now, then I'll disappear from Tongtian Bridge."
These words caused Huang Mao's complexion to change unpredictably, turning from pale to purple, and looking at Zhong Nianyao, his eyes filled with a mix of fear, hatred, and wariness.
"You stinking woman, I'm going to teach you a lesson today."
After speaking, Huang Mao tried to flip the table.
Yet, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make the table budge an inch. Looking over, he saw Zhong Nianyao's hand resting on the table, seemingly without exerting any force, but making it impossible for him to move it even slightly.
This discovery sent an even greater surge of terror through Huang Mao. Especially recently, he had noticed the cracks appearing on his Buddha Beads. He didn't know if it was a coincidence or if this brat had actually predicted correctly.