I really am a fortune teller

Chapter 102 Hellish Creature Corpse Leopard

The old man wouldn't say a word.

However, according to the old man, Wei Chen still went to the Wei family's hot spring.

Wei Chen had an accident while cultivating in the Wei family's hot spring.

Now the old man has asked him to come to the hot springs again. What does that mean?

Wei Chen really couldn't understand this move.

Guided by the butler, Wei Chen successfully found the hot spring and enjoyed a relaxing soak.

To be honest, there was hardly anyone in the hot spring except for Wei Chen.

The hot spring environment is nice and very spacious.

Wei Chen couldn't help but want to sing.

Just then, an old man's voice suddenly came from the empty hall: "Is the little guy feeling alright?"

Wei Chen was startled and searched around for a long time, but could not find the source of the sound.

But he was stunned when he saw where the sound was coming from.

It turned out to be a stone.

A single, unremarkable black stone placed inside the entire hot spring.

What the hell?

Wei Chen stared wide-eyed, then rubbed his eyes, thinking he had misread it. But the source of the sound was indeed the stone. He picked up the stone and carefully examined it to see if he could see any holes.

In my past life, the university was filled with radios, and most of the loudspeakers were disguised as various things, such as stones and flowers.

So when Wei Chen saw the stone, his first reaction was to broadcast it, but no matter how hard he looked, he couldn't find any flaws in the stone. Instead, he heard the stone in his hand tremble slightly: "Don't look anymore, it really is me talking to you."

Wei Chen was startled and threw the stone into the hot spring with a clatter.

Then a voice came from the bottom of the hot spring: "How dare you! I am your ancestor, how can you treat me like this?"

Wei Chen rolled his eyes in annoyance and couldn't help but say, "You're my ancestor, and I'm your father. Stones, can they even become sentient these days?"

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Wei Chen stared blankly at the transparent number in front of him, and tried to use the Divine Prophecy.

"This stone in front of me is my ancestor."

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"Did I spring out of a rock?"

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"How could my ancestor have turned to stone?"

After asking this question, no more transparent numbers appeared in Wei Chen's eyes. Wei Chen knew that the system would not answer such a complex question.

Wei Chen carefully retrieved the black stone from the bottom of the hot spring: "You say you're the ancestor of our Wei family, so you know everything that happened to me when I was a child?"

“I was watching from the side, so I know everything,” a voice came from the black stone.

Wei Chen suddenly asked, "Who are you to my grandfather?"

"I am your grandfather's great-grandfather," a voice came from the black stone.

Wei Chen felt that this relationship was far too complicated, and even he needed to spend some time sorting it out.

Wei Chen asked in astonishment, "Then why have you become like this? Aren't you human?"

"Of course I'm human." After a long silence, Wei Chen finally breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the stone say calmly.

Luckily, I'm not a descendant of fairies.

"Then why did you become like this?" Wei Chen asked with a surprised look. "My grandfather sent me to the hot spring, was it to see you?"

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“That’s right.” The black stone said calmly, “I am also a fortune teller. I know my life is short, so I use this special method to make myself live forever. Have you ever heard of immortality?”

Wei Chen's eyes widened as he carefully examined the stone, almost bursting out laughing: "This is the legendary immortality? Is this what immortality looks like?"

Then Qin Shi Huang, Xu Fu, and the like might as well have jumped into the river and committed suicide.

No wonder Qin Shi Huang claimed to have found the elixir of immortality but never saw him again. Perhaps, like the ancestor of the Wei family, he turned into a black stone, lying quietly in some unknown corner.

But is such immortality really a good thing?

The black stone sighed and continued, "Actually, I'm quite fine like this. Apart from not being able to move, I'm very free to do whatever I want, and I can even stay in the hot spring and do whatever I want."

What do you want to do?

Could he be peeping at girls taking a shower?

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How could I have such an improper ancestor as you?

A deep voice came from the black stone: "What I'm about to tell you is very important. You must listen carefully, as this is a matter of great importance to our Wei family."

Wei Chen was taken aback for a moment before saying, "I'm not exactly an outstanding member of the Wei family. Just as my grandfather said before, I'm a good-for-nothing."

“You’re not a piece of trash.” The black stone said irritably, “If you were trash, what would others do? I saw clearly what happened to your cultivation before, and I know why. But our Wei family is weak and can’t fight against that family. The future hope of our Wei family rests on your shoulders.”

I know I am good.

Wei Chen almost blurted it out.

But could you please not say things like "the future is on my shoulders" to me?

I have nothing to do with you.

Wei Chen was, after all, a transmigrator, so it was hard for him to feel any sense of belonging to the Wei family. Besides, the Wei family had just too many troublesome issues.

Wei Chen sighed. Regardless of the circumstances, he remained very polite to an ancestor who had turned into a black stone: "I understand."

Black Stone then said with a solemn expression, "People outside treat us fortune tellers with utmost respect, but what I want to say is that someone has been trying to kill us. In particular, several geniuses in our family have already been killed. What happened to you back then was not a coincidence, nor was it because you had a problem with your cultivation. Rather, it was because someone was targeting you, or targeting our Wei family."

Wei Chen never expected that the black stone would suddenly change its style and utter such a sentence.

Fortune tellers are probably the least combat-effective of all psychic professions. Even a nine-star psychic doctor can casually throw out a large amount of poison, and no matter how powerful you are, you'll have to kneel down.

Moreover, Jiang Hanyi once said that fortune tellers have the special skill of making their words come true.

What you say will come true.

How could someone with such abilities not be respected and even be killed? Are you kidding me?

The black stone continued, "I'm just an eight-star fortune teller. If I can think of such a method to prolong my life, surely a nine-star fortune teller wouldn't?"

Wei Chen was startled; what he said made a lot of sense. But why were there no more nine-star fortune tellers in the world?