Wang Han put his arm around Ke Le, wearing a radiant smile as he spun his pitch: "My boy, listen to yourself. What's wrong with you? Where do you fall short? There's no need to sell yourself short, alright? Look at you—broad forehead, square jaw. You're the spitting image of someone destined to live a long, full life. The position of Corpse God in the Dragon Suppression Palace is yours and yours alone!"
Ke Le wiggled his hips, clearly tempted by the pitch. "Brother Han, come on... how can you put any stock in face-reading? We shouldn't be superstitious; we have to trust science. Just the other time, a fortune-teller said Brother Hai was going to face a major calamity at age one hundred and twenty-something. Look at Brother Hai now—how old is he?"
Wenren Xuanhai bit down hard on his toothpick, gritting his teeth at the mention. "Damn it, just hearing that makes my blood boil. Everyone else gets to be a joke, but I'm the real-life punchline! That fortune-teller actually got it right—in my life when I was one hundred and twenty-something, my damn grave got robbed!"
Chapter 1138