Uncanny Zhao Futu, Cosmic Disaster: Mudslide

However, something worth noting had also happened to Zhao Futu.

After living in the Bao Bao Kingdom for so many years, Chen Xiaoyan had grown bored and learned a new game, something a bit like mahjong on Blue Star.

Lu Lin had previously given the old couple some money, so Chen Xiaoyan would put a little in too, just to make the game more fun.

She didn't play for much, though. A round lasted about two hours, and the wins or losses usually came to only a hundred or two.

Chen Xiaoyan wasn't very good, so she wasn't all that addicted to it.

But ever since Lu Lin had suggested that Zhao Futu study divination, Zhao Futu often watched Chen Xiaoyan play cards.

Before each game, Zhao Futu would mutter to himself for a while, then give a number.

"Auntie, you might lose this round. Forty-seven yuan."

"Auntie, you'll win a little this round, about 130 yuan."

"Auntie, be careful this round. If you accidentally deal in, you could lose as much as 500."

At first, Chen Xiaoyan didn't believe him. She thought Zhao Futu was a bit simple-minded, and that she couldn't take everything he said seriously.

But after game upon game, although Zhao Futu's predicted amounts were off, he was always right about whether she would win or lose.

If he said Chen Xiaoyan would win, then win she did.

The only question was how much money she would win or lose.

Lu Lin hadn't paid much attention at first. He'd only occasionally seen Zhao Futu making calculations, and had simply laughed it off.

Until today.

"Son, I'm telling you, Futu was incredible today. He predicted I'd end up earning over 300 yuan, and he was right down to the last cent."

"I even told him his calculation