Chapter 97: Wealthy destiny, early death

Chapter 97: Wealthy destiny, early death

Under the smiling gaze of Qin Ruan, Song Banxian ate two skewers of beef and shrimp balls.

In the distance, the sound of a police car's urgent siren could be heard.

After finishing the skewers, Song Banxian threw the empty skewer stick into the trash can and walked over to Qin Ruan. With a gleam in his eyes, he looked at the police car speeding towards them and sighed, "This time, the response is even faster than before."

Qin Ruan's expression was meaningful, and several law enforcement personnel got out of the police car. The body of the bread truck driver had already been carried out.

There was also someone who died on the spot in the Bentley, the driver who was sitting in the driver's seat.

The bodies of the drivers were all covered in bright red blood, their bodies twisted beyond recognition, their arms bent in a sinister way, and their small leg bones broken at a ninety-degree angle.

This scene could be described as extremely gruesome.

Turning his gaze, Qin Ruan saw the owner of the Bentley sitting on the road.

Others might not be able to see it, but she could clearly see the black mist surging around the man's body, like dark clouds before a storm.

Such a ferocious aura, his life is doomed.

Qin Ruan furrowed her brows slightly and her golden eyes flickered, sensing the man's life expectancy.

Although the man was not destined for a long life, he could still live to be 99 years old.

However, looking at the black mist surging around him and the black energy entwined on his forehead, he would die violently within half a month.

It was interesting that someone had intervened in his destiny, even though he was someone whom Yama wouldn't even take in and even give an honor to.

Qin Ruan licked her lips and narrowed her beautiful eyes, staring at Song Banxian with a hint of darkness in her eyes.

"Song Laoneng, can you tell if there's anything wrong with the owner of the Bentley?" 

"Oh?" Song Banxian was interested.

He stared straight at the Bentley owner who was being questioned by the police on the side of the road.

Upon seeing him, Song Banxian widened her eyes. "Wow! This is definitely an early death face, just look at how dark his forehead is."

"Is that so?" Qin Ruan  replied with an ambiguous tone.

He nodded seriously and said, "This person is definitely born with a weak constitution, destined for wealth and an early death. He is fundamentally unstable and needs either the seal star or the food element to rescue him.

Actually, people with this kind of face are very likely to become rich and successful. The wealth and official luck are abundant, but the running luck needs to grasp the wealth star to become rich, and control and restrict the official and killing stars to become prominent.

However, this is something that is exchanged with one's life. It will eventually exhaust one's life for money and fortune. It's not worth it."

With Song Banxian's ability, he could only see this much.

Qin Ruan smiled when she heard this and asked, "Are you sure he was born with a weak constitution?"

"A wealthy and prosperous fate, an early death face. If this isn't a weak constitution, then what is it?" Song Banxian furrowed his brow, looking puzzled.

He knew that there were actually many people who were fundamentally unstable like this, and he had helped solve this kind of trouble before. If one wanted to extend their lifespan, they had to use their wealth and fortune to exchange it.

As for how much changes could be made in fate, it all depended on whether they were willing to give up their worldly possessions and the power they had.

Qin Ruan rubbed her chin. She couldn't deny what Song Banxian said.

Indeed, the current face of the Bentley owner looked like what he said, an early death face with a fundamentally unstable constitution.

However, from what she saw, the middle-aged man's fate was not originally like this, even if he was currently in a dangerous situation, his original long lifespan remained unchanged.

Eyes were the windows to the soul, and they could see through a person's innermost being.

The man had black eyes, bright and clear with a sharp gaze, and he hid his thoughts well.

The Bentley owner was neither a good nor a bad person, and his heart may not have been very charitable, but he did good deeds and had strong judgment and decision-making skills. His purpose was clear.

Such a man, in addition to having innate good fortune, also had great talent and character, which complemented his appearance.

(End of this chapter)