Chapter 346: Being Used as a Gun
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Yu Su decided to use this rule to reduce the luck on Yu Miao.
Crow City.
In a small, dark room.
Yu Miao was locked in the house, and it was dark all around.
There was a yellowing light in the house, which was the only source of illumination. Under the light, there was a tattered bed.
Opposite the bed was a small toilet.
There was a nauseating smell coming from the toilet.
Yu Miao let her hair down and lowered her head helplessly.
She had been locked up for the entire night. The torture of the night terrified her, but fortunately, she had survived it.
Yu Miao was in a daze and saw that her arm had darkened under the light.
She quickly pulled up her pants and checked her legs.
As expected, her legs had also darkened by a degree. It was the same color as the blanket on the bed.
Yu Miao screamed.
She couldn’t care less about the stench of the toilet. She ran into the toilet and stood in front of the mirror to look at her face carefully.
There were more than ten pimples of various sizes on her face, and pus was flowing out. She looked extremely terrifying. There were also several wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.
Her entire face was dark and yellow, and her usually dark hair had turned yellow and split.
She was like an auntie, those that bought vegetables in a market.
Yu Miao understood that these changes were all because the luck on her body had decreased again.
It should be Yu Ruo!
However, the decrease in Yu Ruo’s love for her had already made her lose some luck. It was not enough for her to become like this.
She had become uglier. The only explanation was that not only did Yu Ruo no longer dote on her, but he also hated her.
Seeing herself in the mirror, Yu Miao was about to go crazy. She couldn’t stand being like this.
Yu Miao rushed out of the toilet and screamed crazily in the room.
Until a scolding came from outside the door. “What are you screaming for?”
Yu Miao whispered to the door.
Then, the person outside the door said, “Wait for me. I’ll apply.”
Yu Miao sat on the bed and waited anxiously. Not long after, the door was opened.
At this moment, in the commercial street of the ancient city.
There were already many stalls on both sides of the street, and the number of people coming and going slowly increased.
Yu Su brought the three of them to rent a stall.
Yu Ruo and Ye Chang borrowed tables and chairs from the program team. The two of them arranged the tables and chairs.
Yu Su requested a piece of flaxen fabric from the director.
Then, she borrowed a brush and ink and spread the cloth on the table. She smiled at Wen Chuan. “Senior Brother, I haven’t seen your handwriting and want to admire it. I wonder if I have the honor.”
Wen Chuan nodded helplessly.
As expected, Yu Su still did not believe him. She even wanted to test his handwriting.
However, he had a clear conscience.
Wen Chuan stood in front of the table, picked up a pen, and wrote a few large words on the cloth: “Fortune-telling.”
The handwriting was carefree and had the charm of a famous scholar.
His strokes were powerful. Each stroke seemed casual, but it was actually filled with style.
A trace of doubt flashed across Yu Su’s eyes. She smiled and said, “Senior Brother, these four words are written really well. You won’t be able to write them without decades of cultivation.”
Wen Chuan said, “Thank you.”
Ye Chang and Yu Zheng also glanced at the four words with admiration on their faces. Although the two of them did not know anything about calligraphy, the elders in the family liked to collect calligraphy and paintings.
The two of them realized that the words placed at home were not as good as Master Wen’s.
In the live-stream, there were also many viewers praising it. There were even people who left comments in the comments, wanting to buy this calligraphy piece.
Yu Su hung the cloth in front of the table. The words were very eye-catching, and it was obvious what this stall was for.
Yu Su and Master Wen sat in front of the stall and prepared to start setting up the stall.
Yu Su asked, “Senior Brother, who should go first?”
Wen Chuan thought for a moment and smiled. “You go first. When you’re tired, it’ll be my turn. I haven’t set up a stall like this for a long time.”
It had been many years.
Yu Su nodded. “Then I’ll go first.”
She then got Yu Zheng to find a small blackboard and wrote on it with chalk. [I’m doing a live broadcast now. You must not mind appearing on camera. Fortune-telling costs 300 dollars each time. Pay first and we’ll do your reading later.]
A line of characters with deep strokes and a myriad of auras.
Her strokes were written with strength..