Chapter 155: Omen Divination

Tsk, this is the first time I've drawn the 【Bad Omen】 card.

Lin Mo looked at the divination result on the panel, but didn't think much of it.

True-or-false questions are too simple; since this side is 【Bad】, the other side must naturally be 【Good】.

He winked at the little girl and said, "Little sister, follow Brother."

Without hesitation, he stepped into the right-hand door.

The little girl hesitated for a moment, then chose to follow.

Perhaps Chinese parents are all like this—afraid their children will take the wrong path, yet never caring what the children themselves want. But when the outcome turns out flawed, parents ought to reflect on themselves.

"There's nothing here anyway, and those two are sharp! We're not going far." Since San Yue said so, Chun Tao had no choice but to follow.

When she sang the final line, she slowly extended her arm upward, and the entire class erupted into thunderous, prolonged applause.

The other guards, seeing this, dared not linger; they scrambled to their feet and fled like panicked animals.

Why? Was everything in New York a lie? Had he forgotten it all? Why did this happen?

Before his father could finish, Qin Young Master grew anxious and immediately defended his beloved wife: "Du Xiaoxiao isn't like that." He feared his father would break off the engagement.

Ruan Linmei didn't hear her mother's speculation and felt slightly relieved; if this was the punishment, she could fully accept it.

Just then, Ji Anguo grabbed Chu Yirou tightly, unwilling to drown from a cramp—he still had a bright future and youth ahead of him; he couldn't die so pitifully.

Ye Jingqiu had intended to give his son a severe beating, but seeing his son's disheveled state and his still-limping foot, he couldn't bring himself to strike.

Liu Xin's mother was now solely focused on making Liu Bei compensate her son, so she didn't even hear the clan chief calling her.

"That spot over there looks fine—let's spend the night there," Gao Liang pointed to an open patch ahead.

It was Tu Xuanzhong arriving. After hours of fighting, he showed no fatigue, but this question made Leng Jiang break into a cold sweat along his temples and nostrils—how could he face the unresolved karmic debt? Unconsciously, he knelt, leaning on his blade: "Unfilial son, at your mercy, righteous father."

Indeed, only Gao Mr. and Liang Xiao—those directly involved—knew exactly what had just transpired.

At the start of battle, Leng Jiang and Lü Qianjiao had been watching from the camp, disguised as bandits mingling atop the city walls.

Yang Xinnan stared at Chen Yu's back—her white dress contrasting with her fair skin, making her seem like a celestial being descended from heaven. Yang Xinnan gazed, transfixed, then quietly closed the door, afraid of shattering the serenity.

The mute beggar woman smiled: "I'll go with Xiong Ge—he's too naive, I'm worried. Besides, if we need to file a complaint, I can write the petition. As for this child, I leave him in Xiù Jie's care."

Wang Feng finally grew afraid, but he still hesitated to reveal that Lu Qiyé had defected—he didn't know what punishment he'd face if the higher-ups found out.

After hearing the news, Liu Zhi pondered for a moment: he could only settle for second best. Let's find someone who can defeat Yin Tianye—perhaps someone whose martial skill surpasses Xuanjin Sha, capable of standing against Tu Xuanzhong. With my strategy, there's a chance.

"Yilei" was only her gaming alias, like a celebrity's stage name; only a handful of extremely close people knew her real name was "Su Mengya."

A sharp crack—red palm prints landed on her face, then another. Slap! Slap! Slap! one after another, like raindrops, cold, especially in the heart.

They and the four outside were all from the same company. Lucky that none of them had turned into zombies; unlucky that the four men outside were like demons—they had forcibly assaulted them and abused them daily.