It was a cold February evening, not long after the New Year, and people on the streets were still lazy and lacking energy for work. On the desolate street, a middle-aged man sat at the entrance of a shop, squinting his strange eyes at the few scattered passersby. Behind the man hung a shop sign reading “Mount Hua Yuqing Orthodox Immortal Method Iron Mouth Direct Judgment Wu Half-Immortal.” From the appearance of this place, it must be a fortune-telling stall, and that middle-aged man was surely the self-proclaimed “iron mouth direct judgment” fortune-teller.

This middle-aged man was none other than Wu Anzheng, Ning Bufan’s former schoolmate, nicknamed “Little Anzi” from childhood. Time had flown by like an arrow, and thirty years had passed in the blink of an eye. Though Little Anzi lacked the ability to become a generation’s master, through fate and circumstance he had become a dignified yin-yang practitioner.

Cold wind blew and snowflakes drifted from the sky. Wu Anzheng lit a lantern and found an outer garment to put on, thinking, “Wasn’t yesterday the first day of the second month? Heh heh, Little Gouzi practiced swordwork his whole life until his hands were callused, but in the end didn’t he still have to retire? Look how clever I am—thirty years ago I already understood to take this path. Isn’t this much better than those fools?” As he thought, a smile spread across his lips.

Wu Anzheng was naturally lazy and absolutely not martial arts material. Back then at the seven-ring tests, he only passed three rings, ranking last among all disciples. The pig oil ball used to wipe palms was discovered on him, and seeing he would be hung up and beaten the next day, afraid of the pain, he could only sneak down the mountain at night and settle in the small town at Mount Hua’s foot.

Heaven never seals off all paths. Though Wu Anzheng failed at martial arts, he found a way to make a living through fortune-telling. When hurrying down the mountain, hungry and desperate, he foraged for medicinal herbs to eat. Who knew he would accidentally consume a thousand-year lingzhi spirit mushroom? From then on, Wu Anzheng actually developed supernatural abilities—his pupils transformed into “Heaven-Penetrating Eyes” that could allegedly observe people’s souls.

This sounds mysterious, but it’s not that hard to understand. If someone was upright, just by touching their pulse, Wu Anzheng could see white misty light with his sharp dharma eye. Wealthy people would show great red auspicious signs. Beyond this, dying people appeared gray-black, evil villains showed dark brown, and so forth.

Relying on his natural supernatural ability, Wu Anzheng taught himself to read some classics and set up his stall for decades. Business actually flourished greatly, and he took on many disciples, gaining some reputation throughout Shaanxi. However, he had a strange temperament—before accepting any disciple, he insisted on slapping them a hundred times first. Regardless of gender or age, he would beat first and talk later, otherwise everything was off the table.

As he was thinking, several servants escorted a weeping noble lady who rushed in calling, “Teacher Wu! My husband has taken another lover. You must help me!”

Wu Anzheng glanced sideways at the noble lady and saw she was so fat and bloated she nearly burst through the door. Seeing her appearance, he already recognized her. This woman’s husband was a wealthy merchant who loved women but had a shrewish wife and dared not take concubines, so he constantly sought opportunities to fool around outside. This was why the noble lady came to him for fortune-telling and luck-changing.

Wu Anzheng belched and said impatiently, “Didn’t I just help you catch them in the act last time? What’s the matter now?”

The noble lady cried, “Who knows which vixen came to seduce him again? Teacher Wu, please give me some advice!”

Wu Anzheng sighed and directly extended his hand, “One hundred taels of silver.”

The noble lady was delighted and immediately ordered someone to bring out five ingots of dragon silver, respectfully presenting them.

Wu Anzheng took the silver and put it in the wooden cabinet, then extended his hand to rest on the noble lady’s right wrist as if diagnosing her. In fortune-telling, men use the left hand and women the right, just like in medicine.

Wu Anzheng’s skill was profound—with just a pulse reading, he sensed something. His finger touched the pulse point and instantly his mind flashed, seeing a dirty little stream with a black wild boar lying in the stream’s center, wallowing in mud while other wild boars scattered and fled.

Wu Anzheng was greatly shocked, thinking, “This woman has the aspect of a wild boar, naturally restraining men. To expect her husband not to be unfaithful would truly be against heaven’s will. This is beyond salvation.”

The noble lady, seeing him frown, immediately panicked, “Teacher Wu, don’t worry! What should I do?”

Wu Anzheng laughed dryly, not knowing what to do, when suddenly he saw a servant standing behind the noble lady—thin and dry like kindling. Wu Anzheng, seeing his appearance was unlike ordinary people, had a thought and said, “Young man, come here for a moment.”

The servant was startled and quickly came over. Wu Anzheng extended his hand to touch his pulse point and immediately saw a thin, dry snake opening its mouth and biting wildly, as if it would eat anything.

Wu Anzheng was delighted, thinking, “Heaven helps me! This fat woman has met her true destiny!” He immediately smiled sinisterly, “Your husband’s unfaithfulness isn’t anything serious. Does he give you silver every month?”

The noble lady nodded and sighed, “What use is money? I want him to hold and cherish me every day—that would make me happy.”

The servants beside her all frowned and grimaced, quickly turning their heads away. Only that thin, sallow man looked strangely at the noble lady, staring intently as if quite fond of her.

Wu Anzheng secretly laughed, “Look at this man—truly so hungry he’s not picky about food.” He took out a pill and smiled, “Well then, if you want to change your luck, why not hurry? There’s a place in town called Baolai Grand Inn. Go to the inn, find an upper room, take the pill inside, and your wish will come true!”

The noble lady was delighted, “Just by taking this medicine, my husband will return to me?”

Wu Anzheng put on a stern face, “Naturally so. However, you cannot be alone when taking the medicine.” He pointed at the thin servant and said solemnly, “Your eight characters match your mistress’s. When she takes the medicine, you must attend at her side. If anything goes wrong, you alone will be held responsible!”

The servant’s body trembled, yet his face showed joy as he quickly said, “Naturally, naturally.”

Watching the group hurry away, Wu Anzheng walked out of the shop and stretched by the street, thinking, “Dry snake battles wild boar—each gets what they deserve. This saves the daily crying and wailing. I suppose this counts as doing good deeds?”

As he was lost in thought, imagining the small snake swallowing the wild boar, suddenly someone said, “Excuse me, big brother, is there a pharmacy in town?”

Wu Anzheng heard this voice was clear and elegant. With his thirty years of fortune-telling skill, just from hearing this, he knew the visitor was from a noble family and probably even a court official. He smiled broadly and turned around, “Yes, yes, yes! Of course there’s a pharmacy in town.”

Looking up, he saw a handsome young nobleman with a sword at his waist and official insignia hanging from his belt—truly extraordinary in appearance. He secretly praised this sight, and out of curiosity, wanted to divine this person’s fate, smiling, “Young master, it’s rare to come to Mount Hua’s foot. Would you like your fortune told?”

The young nobleman smiled slightly, “We’ll see later. I have a friend with a sword wound who urgently needs medicine.” After asking for directions, he headed toward the pharmacy.

Wu Anzheng had a quirk—whenever he saw someone with an unusual fate, he would do everything possible to read their fortune. Watching the young nobleman’s departing figure, he couldn’t help but beat his chest and sigh, “This person has an extraordinary countenance with natural nine-pattern phoenix eyes. I must take his pulse later to see what his soul belongs to.”

As he was sighing, suddenly someone behind him roared, “Hey! Where’s the brothel?”

Wu Anzheng heard this voice was fierce and crude and knew the visitor must be a ruffian or bandit, probably even a ruthless killer. He smiled broadly while trembling with fear as he turned around.

He saw a big man standing before him with a steel knife at his waist, a rough and domineering air, holding a chicken leg which he was gnawing wildly. Wu Anzheng’s heart jumped, “This person has extraordinary kingly presence—he’s no ordinary man. I must divine his fortune.”

Just as he was about to speak, the big man glared at him and said viciously, “Damn it! Tell me quickly! Where’s the brothel?”

Wu Anzheng was startled and quickly suppressed his thoughts, saying tremblingly, “Walk past the main street and turn right a few steps—that’s where the courtesans gather.”

The big man was quite satisfied and threw away his chicken bone, roaring toward the back, “Brother Lu! Hurry up! Let’s go have some fun.” From behind came a sigh as a melancholy-faced scholar approached. This man had a long square face with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, but wore a worried expression.

Wu Anzheng thought, “This person is refined and scholarly—he should be a scholar. How is he also visiting brothels? Truly, people cannot be judged by appearance.”

As he watched the scholar and sighed about declining moral standards, suddenly he was startled to notice this person had a full celestial court and wisdom shining in his eyes—truly a person overflowing with talent. Wu Anzheng was greatly shocked, “This person possesses such wisdom—truly extraordinary! I, Wu Half-Immortal, have waited thirty years and finally met a successor!” He shouted loudly and suddenly rushed forward, calling, “Disciple! Quickly bow and take me as your master!”

The scholar had been sighing when he saw Wu Anzheng’s strange behavior and was greatly startled, quickly dodging aside.

The big man rushed over and kicked Wu Anzheng away, cursing, “Are you crazy?” He then grabbed the scholar and laughed, “I’m tired of seeing your gloomy face every day—it really annoys me. Come, come, let me show you some fresh tricks. Follow me quickly!”

The scholar dodged left and right, only pleading pitifully, but the big man was crude and strong, finally dragging the scholar away by force.

Watching the two leave, Wu Anzheng thought more and more about the scholar’s intelligent features, becoming increasingly heartbroken. He beat his chest and stamped his feet, chasing after them calling, “Disciple, don’t leave! I’ll make an exception today and not slap your ears—quickly take me as your master!”

As he was crying and running, suddenly someone behind him said, “Teacher, do you help people tell fortunes here?”

Finally seeing a customer arrive, but Wu Anzheng’s business was thriving and he didn’t particularly value small clients. He wiped his tears and turned around coldly, “Nonsense—’Iron Mouth Direct Judgment’ is clearly displayed. Is it fake?”

Wu Anzheng glanced over and saw a tall man standing before him with his right hand bandaged, a square face looking intently at him. Wu Anzheng sneered, “Looking at this man’s bitter expression, he must be here to ask about marriage.”

Just as he was thinking of charging exorbitantly, suddenly he noticed this man’s square face and big ears had features subtly different from ordinary people. Wu Anzheng exclaimed and looked carefully, becoming more and more amazed, until he cheered, “Three wonders crown the head! Immortals and Buddhas descend to earth! After thirty years of fortune-telling, I’ve finally encountered this!” For a moment his heart was greatly excited, thinking, “How is my luck so good today? I’ve encountered several extraordinary people in a row.”

The man smiled slightly and asked, “Dare I ask, Half-Immortal, how much for one fortune reading?”

Wu Anzheng didn’t respond but grinned and grabbed the man’s left hand, then pressed his finger to the pulse point, immediately concentrating his power to understand the man’s background clearly.

As finger and wrist touched, his mind immediately sensed something—he saw misty waves and swirling purple qi, with a divine dragon coiled on a mountain peak, looking majestically toward him. Wu Anzheng was overjoyed and jumped up, screaming, “Seeing your fate pattern, I won’t charge money! But you must do me a favor—if I encounter trouble in the future, you must help me once!”

The man, hearing his praise, was immediately delighted, “Agreed. If I truly achieve success and prosperity in the future, I won’t forget to reward you.”

Wu Anzheng laughed heartily and quickly pulled the man as they both rushed into the shop.

Wu Anzheng sat down and smiled, “What would you like to divine?”

The man smiled, “Everything—official rank, wealth, fortune, property, children—please analyze them all for me.”

Wu Anzheng grinned, “Big brother is in good spirits! To analyze fate details, I can’t rely only on pulse-reading. Please write down your birth date and time.”

The man wrote his name and birth details and handed them over. Wu Anzheng looked and immediately gasped in shock, “Four pillars same fate!”

The man didn’t understand the terminology and frowned, asking, “Four pillars same fate? What good or bad fortune does this indicate?”

Wu Anzheng showed amazement, “Four pillars same fate means the year, month, day, and hour pillars’ stems and branches are completely identical. Big brother, have you ever encountered a life-or-death crisis?”

The man was shocked hearing this and immediately nodded repeatedly, “Half-Immortal’s skill is truly extraordinary. Last month I indeed walked between death and life. Was this predestined?”

Wu Anzheng nodded slightly, “Four pillars same fate means one must suffer great hardship and trials before achieving future wealth and honor.” He said no more and continuously calculated the name’s strokes: “Person five, Wu six strokes, treasure cover fixed eight strokes, distant far fourteen strokes. Wu Dingyuan totals twenty-eight strokes…” The man, seeing Wu Anzheng calculating carefully, also sat properly and listened attentively without daring to move.

This man was indeed Wu Dingyuan. After leaving Mount Hua with Yang Suguan, Qin Zhonghai and others, with darkness approaching and Master Ling Ding injured and unable to travel quickly, everyone rested at the mountain foot town.

Partly from boredom and partly because Yan Ting had already left, Wu Dingyuan was in low spirits and went out for a walk. Seeing this place offered fortune-telling, and remembering that Jiang Chong and Master Ling Zhi had said his fate was unusual, he came to have it calculated to perhaps resolve some worries.

Wu Anzheng carefully examined the eight characters and name. After calculating for a while, he suddenly clapped his hands and praised, “You will reach the highest ministerial rank in the future, staying close to His Majesty—truly a divine dragon’s fate!”

Wu Dingyuan felt delighted hearing this and smiled, “Please tell me more.”

Wu Anzheng happily found an ancient book and began annotating, writing good things like gaining servants and wealth in certain years, promotions in others, and so on. After writing for a long time, he hadn’t analyzed marriage.

Wu Dingyuan waited somewhat anxiously and quietly asked, “What about my future marriage?”

Wu Anzheng hummed and flipped through several pages of the ancient book, frowning, “You will have high position and great power throughout your life, but your marriage will have many twists and turns. I fear you’re afflicted by the peach blossom curse. Tell me honestly—have you recently met a woman you admire?”

Wu Dingyuan’s body shook as he sighed.

Wu Anzheng secretly laughed, “Even if a true dragon descends to earth, it’s hard to escape worldly romantic entanglements.” Since ancient times, those seeking fortune-telling often had romantic troubles. Wu Anzheng had seen too much of this. Seeing Wu Dingyuan’s expression full of heartache, he said, “Since you have a woman you admire in your heart, let’s divine whether this woman is fated to be with you.”

Wu Dingyuan was delighted, “Thank you, master.”

Wu Anzheng said, “To calculate this, I need her birth date and time. Do you have this woman’s eight characters?”

Wu Dingyuan smiled bitterly and shook his head, “We met on the road—how could I have her birth details?”

Wu Anzheng nodded, “That’s fine too. Write down her name and I’ll analyze the characters.”

This Wu Anzheng was extraordinarily skilled—whether four-pillar fate calculation, iron-plate divine calculation, Xiyi constellation counting, or turtle divination character analysis, he knew them all and mastered them all. He immediately took out brush and ink for Wu Dingyuan to write his beloved’s name.

Wu Dingyuan was overjoyed and took the brush, about to write the name.

Just as he was about to write, suddenly someone said, “Eh? Isn’t this Dingyuan? Why aren’t you resting at the inn but came here instead?”

Wu Dingyuan looked back and saw a middle-aged man entering. This person had a full moon face, slightly plump build, and carried some food and wine—it was Wei Zizhuang. Wu Dingyuan was startled and quickly put down the brush.

Wei Zizhuang looked around and immediately said “Oh” with a laugh, “So you, Dingyuan, actually came to have your fortune told.”

Wu Dingyuan laughed dryly and made conversation, “The inn was boring, and General Qin and Brother Lu disappeared somewhere, so I came out for a walk.”

Wei Zizhuang glanced at the paper and brush in Wu Dingyuan’s hands and smiled, “Are you here to divine marriage prospects?”

Wu Dingyuan’s face reddened slightly as he coughed but didn’t respond.

Wu Anzheng, seeing Wei Zizhuang was ordinary-looking and obviously a common fate, yawned, “Brother, I’m helping someone analyze characters and change luck—please don’t disturb.”

Wei Zizhuang chuckled and patted Wu Dingyuan’s shoulder, “Alright, take your time with the divination. Master Ling Ding is alone at the inn and can’t be left unattended. I’ll go back first.”

After Wei Zizhuang finally left, Wu Dingyuan swallowed saliva and patted his chest but still didn’t dare write. Wu Anzheng, knowing this man was quite shy, smiled, “Take your time writing—I’ll go make some tea.” He went into the inner hall to boil water.

Wu Dingyuan, seeing no one coming to disturb him, breathed a sigh of relief and picked up the brush to write his beloved’s name.

After just a few strokes, suddenly a scholar stopped at the shop entrance. He was holding his chest and breathing heavily, saying, “Moral standards decline and people’s hearts grow evil! The women in this town embrace people on sight—so shameless! Is there no heavenly principle or royal law?”

The scholar muttered to himself and panted at the entrance for a long time. Suddenly his eyes glanced sideways into the shop, and seeing Wu Dingyuan sitting inside, he immediately called, “Dingyuan! What are you doing here?” He took three steps as two and hurried inside.

Wu Dingyuan smiled miserably and quickly put down the brush, covering the writing. He groaned inwardly, “Brother Lu, didn’t you go out with General Qin? Why did you come here again?”

Lu Yun shook his head and sighed, “People’s hearts grow evil, moral standards decline… The place I just went to was definitely not a good place. I, Lu Yun, have read the classics of sages—how could I engage in such shameless behavior…”

This scholar was indeed Lu Yun. Qin Zhonghai, being meddlesome and seeing him sighing all day, had forced him to taverns and brothels to improve his luck. But Lu Yun was naturally upright—how could he bear such worldly affairs? Seeing the women like wolves and tigers, he quickly made an excuse to escape. Looking at the lip prints covering his face, he had obviously experienced quite a battle.

Wu Anzheng had been boiling water in the inner hall when he heard the conversation outside and peeked out. Seeing Lu Yun chattering away, he was overjoyed and screamed, “Disciple! You haven’t forgotten your master! You’ve finally come back to take me as your teacher!” His voice was extremely excited, as if he had found treasure, and he quickly embraced him again.

Lu Yun, being tightly held and remembering the recent disaster at the tavern, immediately screamed, “Why are the people in this town so strange? Regardless of gender, they all embrace people! People’s hearts grow evil! Moral standards decline!” Just as he was about to push the person away, Wu Anzheng had already grabbed his left wrist and concentrated his power to divine his fortune.

As wrist touched hand, electric light flashed in his mind. Immediately he smelled sandalwood fragrance. Wu Anzheng looked down and saw himself in a vast blue sea with rippling waves beneath his feet. Looking up, clouds changed in the sky, Venus shone in the distance, and countless flowers fell as if immortals and Buddhas were approaching.

Wu Anzheng wept with tears, sobbing, “The Literary Star descends to earth! That I, Wu Anzheng, could meet such a successor—this life is without regret.” He held Lu Yun even tighter and wouldn’t let go.

Lu Yun, held until his whole body went soft and unable to break free, kept signaling Wu Dingyuan with his eyes. Wu Dingyuan was also puzzled and came to intervene.

As the three were struggling, suddenly someone outside said, “Why did you all come out? Master Ling Ding has no one to care for him.”

The three in the shop heard this clear, elegant voice and each looked back to see a handsome young gentleman standing at the entrance holding a medicine package, looking into the shop with puzzled eyes.

Wu Anzheng had seen this person earlier but regretted not being able to divine his fortune. Seeing an opportunity now, he immediately let go of Lu Yun and smiled, “Beloved disciple, wait a moment—your master must handle some business first.” He immediately rushed over to grab the young gentleman’s left wrist.

The young gentleman frowned and waved his hand to block Wu Anzheng, saying, “Sir, what do you want?”

Wu Anzheng, blocked from getting through but only wanting to tell fortunes, grinned and reached for the young gentleman’s pulse point to sense his soul energy.

The young gentleman was refined in manner and handsome in appearance—naturally it was Yang Suguan. Having martial arts skills, how could he let someone grab his pulse? Seeing Wu Anzheng’s strange behavior, he spun and floated several feet away, saying sternly, “Sir, what exactly do you want? Are you looking for a fight?”

Wu Dingyuan quickly stepped forward to mediate, “Vice Minister Yang, don’t worry. This person is a fortune-teller with no ill intent.”

Yang Suguan said “Oh” and looked at the shop sign, “I see. Though I don’t believe in fortune-telling, it’s rare to have this opportunity—I might as well listen.” He turned to Wu Anzheng and smiled, “Big brother, what about my fate? Could you give me an iron mouth direct judgment?”

Wu Anzheng grinned and reached for his wrist. As finger touched wrist, his mind immediately experienced strange visions—he saw himself in a moon palace with silver-white brilliance all around, beautiful beyond description. In the distance he saw Chang’e dancing and singing, jade rabbits leaping and playing—truly an immortal paradise.

Wu Anzheng smiled slightly, “This is the fate of plucking osmanthus in the moon palace. This person is romantic and elegant, a pillar of the nation.” Just as he was about to open his eyes, suddenly his whole body grew cold. Looking around, the moon palace was covered in frost, and Chang’e and the jade rabbits had frozen like ice blocks.

Wu Anzheng was greatly shocked and quickly opened his eyes, thinking, “I’ve told fortunes for thirty years and never seen such a strange thing. This person looks handsome and clearly has the appearance of plucking osmanthus in the moon palace, but why is it cold and icy as if in an ice palace? What exactly is this person’s background?”

Yang Suguan, seeing his expression suddenly change, couldn’t help but frown, “Half-Immortal, what about my fate? Could you tell me?”

Wu Anzheng waved his hand and laughed dryly, “Don’t ask me—I don’t know.” His voice was actually trembling slightly.

Wu and Lu, seeing Wu Anzheng’s teeth chattering as if he had just crawled out of an ice cellar, both felt strange. Yang Suguan was also confused, just staring at Wu Anzheng, not knowing why he spoke this way.

Wu Anzheng sighed, knowing his abilities were limited and he couldn’t fathom this young gentleman’s fate. He shook his head and pounced toward Lu Yun again, calling, “Disciple! Let’s ignore these unrelated people and quickly perform the master-disciple ceremony!”

Lu Yun most feared this person’s entanglement and quickly said, “Don’t come over! I have business now and no time for you.”

Wu Anzheng didn’t care and just pestered desperately, trying to pull him.

As they were making a scene, suddenly a big man laughed heartily and called, “Brother Lu! The girls are all prepared for you—where do you want to run!” This person came with claws and fangs, charging at Lu Yun—it was Qin Zhonghai.

Lu Yun, already annoyed by Wu Anzheng’s pulling and seeing Qin Zhonghai charging over, was immediately scared out of his wits, crying, “Don’t come over!”

Qin Zhonghai laughed, “Just going to a tavern—what are you afraid of?” His left arm swung out, pushing Wu Anzheng’s hand away and forcing him back, then grabbed Lu Yun and smiled, “Let’s go! Time to have fun!”

Lu Yun screamed miserably, “I don’t want to go! Don’t pull me!” In desperation, he used “Peerless Consecutive Punches” to attack Qin Zhonghai. Qin Zhonghai laughed, “What? Want to turn against me?” He spread his hands and prepared to receive the attacks.

Yang Suguan and Wu Dingyuan exchanged glances, both thinking, “Zhonghai is really too reckless. We can’t let them fight.” Just as they were about to intervene, suddenly there was a loud crash. Everyone, hearing the sound of something heavy falling, looked back in surprise to see Wu Anzheng collapsed on the ground with a terrified expression.

Qin Zhonghai looked back and said apologetically, “Sorry, I struck too hard.” He reached out to help Wu Anzheng up, but when Wu Anzheng saw him approaching, he just screamed and shrank back, quickly hiding under the table.

Qin Zhonghai and the others looked at each other, not knowing what Wu Anzheng was afraid of. Lu Yun frowned, “What’s wrong with this Half-Immortal? Did he hit his head?” Just as he was about to bend down to look, he suddenly felt his body tighten—Qin Zhonghai had grabbed him firmly, and one moment of carelessness would lead to trouble.

Qin Zhonghai laughed, “Whether he’s half-immortal or full immortal, we’ll be as happy as immortals!” Pulling Lu Yun with wild laughter, the two had already rushed out the door.

Yang Suguan, seeing Qin Zhonghai’s excessive behavior, couldn’t help but smile bitterly, “Commissioner Wu, I’ll go back to prepare medicine first. Come back early when you’re free.” He turned and left.

Wu Dingyuan also smiled bitterly, not expecting a good fortune-telling session to end up like this. He bent down and cupped his hands toward Wu Anzheng under the table, “Thank you, big brother, for your golden mouth analysis. I have business to attend to—I’ll visit again another day.”

Wu Anzheng didn’t respond but just lay on the ground, his face pale as if he had lost his mind. Wu Dingyuan shook his head slightly and left.

In the empty, deserted shop, Wu Anzheng lay on the ground muttering to himself, “Hell’s karmic fire burns my broken body… Oh Heaven… the world is going to be in great chaos…” He looked toward the door, his lips still murmuring prayers continuously.