The Domineering King of the Netherworld and His Sweetheart

37. God of Bad Luck

After the bearded man said that, all the people in the Flying Dragon Pavilion looked at Feng Xi at the same time. Some of them even looked quite joyful as if they were looking forward to watching the fun. Everyone seemed to be waiting for Feng Xi to walk toward the bearded man.

"Buddy, I saw your face glowing with health but there was also a trace of black air. You do have a strange face. Why don't you let me tell your fortune?" The bearded man said again, looking like a secluded expert.

Liar!

That was the only word that came to Feng Xi's mind. What? Glowing with health? He remembered he had forgotten to wash his face this morning! A trace of black air? More like bad luck. Otherwise, why did he run into all those troubles every time he came out?

In a word, the bearded man was the one with a strange face!

After the bearded man saw that Feng Xi had no intention to reply to him, he pulled Feng Xi toward the crystal ball right away. Then he said in a deep voice while stroking his beard, "Buddy, please trust me. I, Hu Hanshan, never tell any lies. You truly have a strange face. Just let me tell your fortune, and then you'll believe me."

Hu Hanshan?

The words 'Hu Biesan' flashed in Feng Xi's mind at once. (T/N: Biesan meant a wimp in Chinese). As Feng Xi observed the man's wretched face, he suddenly felt that 'Biesan' was more suitable for the man as a name. Then, without struggling a bit, Feng Xi sat in front of the crystal ball. 'Wow, this crystal ball looks so pretty!' He thought.

"How are you going to tell my fortune?" Feng Xi asked.

Hu Hanshan gave a smile right away. However, the smile only made him look more wretched. He said, "Buddy, you only need to focus on the crystal ball in front of you. After I cast the spells, you can see your future as well as your fortune."

Feng Xi didn't entirely believe the man, but he still opened his eyes wide and stared at the crystal ball according to the man's instruction. The crystal ball was transparent, filled with white color. Except for that, there was nothing in there. After Feng Xi had gazed at the crystal ball for a long while, he even got a bit drowsy and wanted to abandon himself into the crystal ball.

Nonetheless, Feng Xi had slept pretty well last night. Besides, God of Books kept reminding him that he couldn't stay there more than four hours or else Uncle White would catch him back. Thinking of the look of Uncle White and that poker face, Feng Xi got shocked right away and became even soberer. However, he lowered his head the whole time, so even Hu Hanshan wasn't aware that Feng Xi was awakened.

At this moment, the people around them started to gossip.

"Well well, another one who fell into the trap. Poor thing!" Although this guy said that, his tone sounded quite joyful.

"That's right. How many years do you think this boy's going to be unlucky?" Another guy asked.

"I think Hu Hanshan wouldn't let this boy go so easily, since it's so hard for him to find such a fool. I guess he will pass several decades' bad luck to that boy."

"Damn. In this way, all the bad luck in Hu Hanshan's blood will disappear. This boy seems to be the ten-thousandth one. Hu Hanshan's father is so clever to think of that way."

"Well, Hu Hanshan is from a noble family after all and he is the only child in his family that is pampered the whole time. If he doesn't get rid of his bad luck, he won't live a good life. I only pity those people who don't know that they have been given bad luck. Don't know how long those people would be unlucky."