Lu Gui remembered something.
"A couple of days ago, I ran into an old fortune-teller at the market and, with nothing better to do, had him cast a divination for me. He said I might face a calamity soon. Could it be coming true because of those Demonic Beasts?"
After saying that, he even put on a proper show of bowing to the deities filling the heavens. Whatever happened, it was better to seek peace of mind.
Iron Ball glanced at Lu Gui twice, then stuffed the leftover fish bones into his mouth and crunched them to pieces before swallowing. Boss Bai had once said that fish bones were rich in nutrients and good for scales. Pangolins had scales too.
"Old Turtle, do you trust that fortune-teller, or do you trust me?"
"Uh... of course I trust you. That old man looked like some wall-corner loafer."
These days, many fortune-tellers had a hard time making a living. The trade had low costs and high returns, drawing all sorts of riffraff who entered the business to swindle people for food. Once they tried learning it, they discovered it was truly far too difficult, so they simply made up nonsense. That old fraud or whatever was one of the finest examples. Since he was doing poorly, he naturally had neither storefront nor shop, and could only find a corner by a street wall to set up a stall and earn money. That was where the term wall-corner loafer came from.
Iron Ball finished the entire fish bone, picked a fishbone from between his teeth, and flicked it away. The flying fishbone happened to pierce a little fly and nail it to a tree trunk...
"Believe me, you really do have a calamity ahead of you."
"..."
Many snake demons had already risen