A familiar voice arose from behind, and Chen Qiu almost instantly turned his head to see the expressionless old man now standing behind a few people, holding his tattered black flag, looking over the mess in the Ask Heaven Workshop Market.
It was no one else.
It was precisely the fortune-telling Taoist who had warned him about the excess of resentful spirits on his person.
"Did you know about the disaster that would befall the Ask Heaven Workshop Market?"
Seated cross-legged on the shoulders of the bearded muscleman, the scholar asked curiously, "Then why didn't you inform everyone in advance so they could know? That way, they wouldn't have had to die here, and so many people in Fufeng City wouldn't have had to die."
"How should I say this?"