Weird Regulator

Kyoto, Sunset Bridge after fresh snow.

Candlelights reflected the ground on both sides of the strait, and the sound of wind sounded sweet and clear.

There were young men and women coming and going, and there was some kind of melodious music coming slowly during the romantic time.

Pedestrians passed by the seven people, talking and laughing, which made them even more unique.

These people all had expressions of bitterness, hatred, and resentment on their faces. Coming here this time was like going to the execution ground, and they were out of place.

I suspect they have left...

Fang Shenyan handed Ji Li a cigarette, covered his mouth with the back of his hand, coughed softly, shook his head and smoked.

Ji Li smoked a cigarette in the wind, and the smoke curled back and drifted away from his hair. He could not actively look for the fourth branch.

In fact, when he realized that the fourth branch was likely to receive specific tasks in advance, he already understood that they were already too late.

So, now he can only hope that the hotel will not let Fang Shenyan's prediction come true.

What kind of reason will it give to the fourth branch to have to take action against us...

This is a question that has no answer. The only person who knows about it is the Fourth Branch, who doesn't know where he is now, and it is impossible for them to tell Yu Jili.

Store manager, what should we do now? Cui Yanqing seemed to have forgotten what happened in the taxi before, and now he came up with a smile on his face.

Ji Li glanced at him, then looked past his gaze to the silent Mei Sheng, his eyes seemed to contain some deep meaning.

Let's take a look around. I haven't been abroad yet.

After saying this, Ji Li was already holding a cigarette and strolling along the shore with one hand in his pocket, as if he had blended in with the pedestrians around him, making it difficult to tell them apart.

Only a few newcomers were left messy in the wind. They could not keep up with Ji Li's thinking.

Inexplicable! After Cui Yanqing's instigation, Chi Rou already disliked Ji Li.

But they had no choice but to start walking near the Sunset Bridge.

Ji Li and Fang Shenyan walked side by side. They were two men with outstanding appearance and temperament. Along the way, some Japanese women came up to chat with them.

It's just that Ji Li is not as cold as usual. He seems to have really become a tourist. Although he doesn't understand the language, he behaves like a gentleman.

After seeing a pure-looking woman away just now, Ji Li put away his smile and saw Fang Shenyan staring at him with a half-smile.

Ji Li seemed to be in a really good mood. He smiled softly and asked, What's wrong?

Fang Shenyan hugged his shoulders with his arms, smeared the cigarette butt next to his mouth on the ground, and stamped it out with his feet.

I never thought that you are quite popular with women.

The smile on Ji Li's face became even bigger. He took the last puff of cigarette and said Youyou:

Really? Let's see if we can elicit something.

Not far ahead, Ji Li suddenly saw an old woman wearing a kimono, kneeling on a wool blanket with some rice paper and pen and ink placed in front of her.

The old woman had silver hair and a hairpin on her head. She looked gentle and kind.

What do you think she does? Ji Li was in high spirits tonight, and even made Fang Shenyan see many aspects that he had never seen before.

Ji Li said to himself: I guess she might be a calligrapher.

Fortune teller. Fang Shenyan said firmly.

This made Ji Li look at him in surprise, but Fang Shenyan looked relaxed and walked over.

As he walked, he said: I always tell fortunes, and I come to the hotel for fortune telling.

So, you believe in fate.

Don't you believe it?

Ji Li was silent when he heard this, but followed Fang Shenyan to the old woman.

Fang Shenyan looked the old woman up and down. He was not lying. In the past, he always believed in fate. Otherwise, he would not have followed the direction just because the magic stick pointed her in the direction.

So I came to the hotel.

Little Qianduye rushed over at this time and acted as a translator.

After talking to her, I found out that the old woman was indeed a fortune teller, but in Japan she was called a palmist, who specialized in reading palms.

Fang Shenyan stretched out his left hand and placed it in front of the old woman, his face expressionless.

The old woman stretched out her withered hands, first looked up at Xiang Shenyan, then took out the ink on the blanket, and poured the entire bottle on his left hand.

Then let Fang Shenyan face down and print his fingerprints on the white rice paper.

Not long after, the black handprint of a left hand was placed in front of the old woman.

Fang Shenyan took the time to wash his hands in the copper basin next to the blanket, and little Qianduye muttered with some joy.

Is this thing really credible?

Chi Rou and others also gathered around. They must not have believed it at first, but now that there are ghosts in the world, nothing else is impossible.

When the old woman carefully observed the lines of the handprints, she looked relaxed at first, but gradually the wrinkles on her face suddenly squeezed together, as if she had seen something terrible.

The skin was wrinkled like a clump of cabbage, making it uncomfortable just to look at it.

The original kindness had long since disappeared, and she narrowed her old eyes, slowly raised her head, took a deep look at Fang Shenyan, and spoke a brief sentence in Japanese.

During this entire period of time, the old woman did not look at anyone else at all. Even Ji Li, who was beside Fang Shenyan, seemed to be selectively turning a blind eye to her!

Ji Li and Fang Shenyan watched quietly, but the others were shocked by the old woman's exaggerated performance.

Especially little Qianduye, it is even more incredible. She is the only one who understands the old woman's words.

She was stunned at first, but then she clenched her fists and asked again, but the old woman shook her head and didn't want to talk anymore.

What did she see?

Fang Shenyan looked at Little Qianduye with a relaxed expression and spoke slowly.

Little Qianduye's face turned red, her expression was very awkward, and she hesitated for a long time in the eyes of everyone before telling the old woman's divination.

She said that the owner of this hand will die in the hands of his own people within three days!

As soon as these words came out, Cui Yanqing felt a chill all over his body. His hidden thoughts seemed to be exposed, but he felt it was impossible.

The other newcomers were even more scared and even stayed away from Fang Shenyan.

That's Fang Shenyan!

He is the only person in the Seventh Branch who owns something sinful. Die in the hands of his own people? This is simply impossible. Who can kill him?

So, in full view of everyone, their eyes focused on Ji Li almost instantly.

Fang Shenyan looked relaxed and even laughed. He turned to look at Ji Li, who was frowning: Will you kill me?

Ji Li ignored him, but kept his eyes on the old woman.

It doesn't matter if you believe this kind of divination or not. Unlike Fang Shenyan, Ji Li is a person who doesn't believe in fate.

Now he just wondered whether the purpose of this old woman's appearance was somewhat strange.

Fang Shenyan believed in fortune-telling, so an old woman who divined fortune-telling appeared, and she made her prediction within three days. This was the task time!

She also said something that seemed to be provocative, she...

You can leave, I'll have a chat with her.

Ji Li felt more and more that something was wrong with this old woman. This simple divination didn't seem that simple.

After everyone left, Ji Li and the old woman sat face to face.

The old woman knelt down in front of Ji Li, who stood slumped in the wind. She looked like the Japanese woman was repenting in front of the long-haired man...

She spoke in Chinese with a natural and casual tone, just as she looked at Ji Li's figure with determination, as if she had been waiting for him in the wind and snow for a long time.

Ji Li... Fifty years later, we met again...

And you have not changed at all!

There will be another chapter in a while, I am writing it