"An Eight Characters chart for a dead man?"
Zeng Anmin's heart gave a slight jolt.
His phoenix eyes narrowed, and an oppressive aura swept out from his body.
"Xu Mingxin, do you know that food may be eaten carelessly, but words must not be spoken carelessly?"
Zeng Anmin stared fixedly at Xu Mingxin.
"I'm standing here alive and well right in front of you."
A faint trace of... killing intent showed in his eyes.
A possibility instantly surfaced in his mind.
Could it be that he had transmigrated here and replaced the original owner of this body...
After all, if he had not transmigrated, perhaps the original owner really would have died.
He had no other taboos.
But this one thing alone... made him desperately want to kill someone.
This secret absolutely could not be known by anyone.
Xu Mingxin lowered his head, merely frowning deeply as he silently calculated.
Even with blood staining the corner of his mouth, his hands continued rubbing without pause.
He had not noticed the killing intent coming from Zeng Anmin at all.
"Huh?"
Xu Mingxin suddenly let out another surprised sound.
He blinked in disbelief.
Then his small hands began moving rapidly again.
Afterward, he raised his head blankly to look at Zeng Anmin.
"It's fine again."
"What do you mean, fine again?"
Zeng Anmin's face darkened as he stared at him without blinking.
"Your Eight Characters."
"That's not right. Just now, I clearly saw an Eight Characters chart for a dead man."
"Now it has changed again—fortune blazing like the sun, with great joy close at hand."
Xu Mingxin looked utterly bewildered.
He blinked, his face full of suspicion. "It's impossible for me to make a mistake."
"How could the Eight Characters suddenly change their appearance?"
Zeng Anmin studied him closely.
He wanted