A Simple Divination, Confession And Punishment

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The young man was in his twenties, with a fair complexion and a pleasing appearance. He wore a blue polo shirt and a baseball cap. However, his face was covered with bruises.

　　He took a round egg and rolled it on the wound, screaming as he did so.

　　"Master, you really have to save me, or I will die."

　　The neighbors nearby laughed.

　　"How unlucky are you? Tell me about it."

　　"Is it too much to say that if you are unlucky, you will die?"

　　He Wenbin shook his head and sighed, "Uncle and aunt, you don't know, I have never been as unlucky as I have been in this period of time in more than 20 years."

　　As he spoke, he rolled the egg, trying to smooth out the wound.

　　"The day before yesterday, I almost choked to death while drinking water. A small mouthful of water almost cost me half my life. The day before yesterday, I was almost crushed to death by the electric pole in front of the community gate. The repairman said that the electric pole has always been maintained regularly, and there is no reason for it to fall today after it was maintained yesterday."

　　"There's more, there's more." He Wenbin became more and more excited as he spoke. He wanted to stand up with the egg in his hand, but it was the woman behind him who pressed his shoulder, and he sat back down obediently.

　　"I was sleeping and was almost suffocated by a pillow. Luckily, my sister was sleepwalking and came to my room and slapped the pillow away."

　　He Wenbin remembered something, stopped turning the egg and stroked the side of his face, his voice muffled and a little aggrieved: "But, usually, the slap is on my face."

　　In the past, my sister would sleepwalk into the room and slap him in the face every night. When he woke up completely, my sister would stagger back to the room with her eyes open.

　　He Wenbin was so angry and anxious with the elder sister that he even tried to lock the door in the middle of the night, but in the end, he was always foiled by a kitchen knife.

　　Now, he wished that his sister would sleepwalk into the room and slap him in the face.

　　If it weren’t for my sister, he would have been suffocated to death by the pillow that night.

　　Chu Yuening saw He Wenbin looking dejected, with a faint black aura on the shoulders of his polo shirt, so she asked for his birth date.

　　"Your family is wealthy, you have an older sister, and your parents are in good health. You have had many affairs with women. From the age of 18 until now, you have dated four girls one after another. However, because you have had many affairs with women, the relationship ended in failure."

　　Following Chu Yuening's words, He Wenbin looked dejected and dejected as he used eggs to iron his wound.

　　"If you are unsuccessful in love, you will be successful in your career. Your career luck will be good in the next two years. According to your horoscope, your side income is stronger than your regular income. Side income represents an unexpected large amount of income, while regular income generally represents income earned through hard work, such as salary. You should be in the start-up phase, right?"

　　Hearing about the topic of career, He Wenbin became alert again and nodded frantically, "Master, you are right, I am indeed in the start-up phase, just starting out."

　　Chu Yuening smiled and said, "Work hard and seize the opportunities in the past two years."

He Wenbin's eyes were so bright. Wasn't the master's words a naked hint to him that his career could be successful? Just when he was about to smile, he was pulled back to reality by the stinging pain at the corner of his mouth.