Song Xiaotian's words gave me quite a fright.
When he described what had happened to that fortune-teller, I felt as though he were talking about me.
Tang Tianming was truly vicious. He had struck me right where it hurt.
"Brother Tian, do you know where that fortune-teller is?" I asked him.
Song Xiaotian thought back again and said, "In Lanjiang City, Heng'an County, the Wang family Plain..."
Seventh Master grew curious. "Why would your grandfather suddenly tell you about this fortune-teller? And even tell you where he lives now?"
It was as though Song Xiaotian's grandfather had deliberately told him about that fortune-teller.
Song Xiaotian shook his head. "He suddenly brought it up while we were chatting. I just thought it was incredible at the time. I don't know why he told me, either..."
Seventh Master and I exchanged a look, then I told Song Xiaotian, "I want to meet that fortune-teller."
Song Xiaotian said, "That's only a rough address. My grandfather didn't give me an exact one."
Seventh Master said, "The Wang family Plain sounds like a village. Besides, if he's still alive after ending up in such a terrible state, everyone there must know about him. We'll find him if we ask around."
We set off right away.
Song Xiaotian immediately drove me to the Wang family Plain.
I looked it up on the map. It was about a two-hour drive from where we were.
Sitting in the passenger seat, I looked at Song Xiaotian and smiled. "Brother Tian, it's been a year. Why do I feel like you're a different person?"
A year ago, Song Xiaotian had been wild and unrestrained, passionate about everything. Apart from his fear of ghosts, there had been nothing he hadn't dared to do.
But now, he had become ordinary, though he