Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 857: Puppet Monster Enters the Courtyard Uninvited, Strange Noises and Dreams Startle People

Chapter 857: Chapter 857: Puppet Monster Enters the Courtyard Uninvited, Strange Noises and Dreams Startle People

Qin Ruan leisurely walked forward, and upon closer inspection, she realized that the young men and women standing in front of the stall were all students, with a school name tag hanging on the chests of their uniforms.

They were students from a private high school in Capital City, seemingly just out of school given their attire.

Qin Ruan guessed they were high school seniors, likely staying back for extra lessons next year to prepare for the college entrance exam.

Under the curious gazes of the students, Qin Ruan sat down at the stall set up by Old Man Song, leaning casually in her chair with a subtle smile, greeting the person who approached her with a laugh.

"Song, my fellow, long time no see."

"Indeed, it has been a long time," Old Man Song stepped closer to Qin Ruan, his expression slightly anxious, "Qin, my friend, recently someone offered ten million just as a deposit to buy a Puppet Monster, and there’s another twenty million to follow upon completion. Are you interested in taking this deal?"

This was his ultimate purpose for rushing over without even having dinner.

By being an intermediary for such a big deal for Qin Ruan, he’d surely owe him a favor once it was successful.

Qin Ruan touched the divination cylinder on the table, her voice melodious and languid, "Who’s putting up such big money?"

With eyes glinting, Old Man Song squinted slightly, "Only the one who takes this deal will know who the employer is. I’m not clear on the details myself."

"Let’s not rush it; a thirty-million deal isn’t big. I’m waiting for a major customer today," Qin Ruan said, her tone light.

With a flick of her fair fingertips, she casually drew a divination stick from the cylinder, her clear, translucent eyes fixed on the scripture in her hands.

—Flowers drift, waters flow, both loveless; home alarming, peace amiss; tiny mouth invites dire risks; earnest prayers to gods a must.

"This fortune... It’s an extremely bad one!" exclaimed Old Man Song in shock.

Qin Ruan lifted her eyelids and glanced at the students still standing in front of the stall, her gaze landing on a boy at the back.

The youth’s clothes were scruffy, his face showed signs of injury, and although his attire seemed ordinary, the attention to detail signified a designer’s dedication—clearly a person of wealth if not nobility.

The faint black mist hovering around him was absorbed from a close relative. If the Evil Qi wasn’t cleansed soon, the boy’s health would deteriorate over time, eventually leaving him bedridden with severe illness.

Old Man Song frowned and reached for the divination stick in Qin Ruan’s hand, which she released to him.

He stared at the script, murmuring, "Puppet Monsters enter homes without cause, strange noises and frightful dreams disturb the peace; to know the source of halted wealth and luck, just look to the uneven path before your home."

Old Man Song’s face turned solemn, "Qin, my friend, may I ask for whom you drew this fortune?"

From his view, Qin Ruan hardly seemed like someone whose household peace and even life were disturbed by Puppet Monsters, knowing that even the monsters would flee from her prowess.

Qin Ruan’s smile was light and delightful, "Naturally, it is for the distinguished guest who steps through the door."

Her sweet smile was very pleasant, her aura exceptionally refined, seemingly harmless yet captivating.

Old Man Song realized, "The major customer for tonight?"

Qin Ruan smiled without a word, took back the divination stick from him, and walked towards the students.

She approached the boy with injuries on his face, presenting the divination stick to him, "There have been frequent troubles at your home recently, disaster after disaster. Give this stick to your father, and if he wants to resolve these troubles, he can come find me."

Ke Yiming blinked his eyes and stared at Qin Ruan’s beautiful eyes, straight nose, and sweet smile. He could not help but be slightly mesmerized.

Teenagers often develop a fondness for the opposite sex during puberty and are attracted by the other’s appearance, personality, humorous speech, and other superficial phenomena.

Ke Yiming was no exception. Qin Ruan was too attractive; her fox-like, narrow eyes slightly turned up at the corners, especially captivating as they moved, gave off a dreamy, intoxicating blur.

It was precisely this mysterious haziness that made him feel lost in thought.

However, his eyes soon revealed a trace of panic.

Ke Yiming did not take the fortune-telling stick; he stepped back two steps, making his refusal obvious.

Qin Ruan was not annoyed. She twirled the fortune-telling stick in her hand and started speaking with a smile, "Your grandmother has always been in robust health. She suddenly fainted a month ago and went to the hospital, but no problems were found. She’s still in the hospital now.

Your father has been plagued by misfortunes recently. Either he is in a car accident, or something falls on his head from the skies. Your elder brother’s marriage has encountered problems; evidence of his affair has been leaked, and your sister-in-law is now seeking divorce from your brother.

Next, it’s your turn. Suddenly at school, you were ostracized by others, and for no known reason, your former friends began to stay away from you. Tonight, the car that was supposed to pick you up from school got stuck halfway, and while you were waiting for the car, you were ambushed by some ruffians outside the school. Were it not for your classmate’s timely arrival, you might have ended up with more than just scratches on your face, perhaps even losing half your life.

Family misfortune strikes, Puppet Monsters run amok, to have peace at home, the Evil Qi must be eradicated or there will never be peace."

Ignoring Ke Yiming’s rapidly paling face, Qin Ruan approached and forcefully stuffed the fortune-telling stick into his hand.

"Tell your father, the longer he delays, the greater the impact will be, and the reward for dealing with the Evil Qi will also double."

Because of Qin Ruan’s words, Ke Yiming’s classmates all stared at him with curiosity, intrigue, and skepticism.

A teenager walked up to him, nervously asking, "Yiming, is what she said true or false?"

Ke Yiming held the fortune-telling stick, his hand trembling slightly as he nervously swallowed. He did not respond to his classmates but kept his eyes fixed on Qin Ruin, "Why... why do you know this?"

His classmates around him gasped in shock upon hearing this.

This was an acknowledgement!

No one expected that a street fortune-teller would actually reveal the accurate details of Ke Yiming’s family affairs.

Instantly, numerous eyes filled with surprise and uncertainty were firmly fixed on Qin Ruan.

Ke Yiming gripped the fortune-telling stick tightly, under the gaze of Qin Ruan’s bright and clear eyes. He felt both guilty and fearful as he lowered his head.

No one knew how terrified and unsettled he was internally, primarily because everything Qin Ruan mentioned was true.

His grandmother indeed experienced health issues last month. The normally healthy elderly lady suddenly collapsed and has been bedridden since then, unable to get up.

The strangest part was the hospital examinations, which could not detect any problems despite countless specialists being called in by his father, who had his grandmother undergo over twenty different tests, all without yielding any results.

His father had also been quite unlucky lately. One night he was coming home when the succulent plant he kept on the second-floor windowsill inexplicably fell down. At that moment, his father was right below, the plant pot missing his head by mere millimeters when it crashed to the ground. Had he taken even a half step forward, he would have been gruesomely splattered on the spot.

Recent incidents like getting pooped on by a bird, cutting himself and bleeding upon touching sharp objects, or choking on food had become all too common for his father in the past month.

The latest and more dangerous incident involved his father getting into a car accident one morning on the way to work. There were no life-threatening injuries, but he sustained numerous scrapes.