Zuo Xiaoduo distinctly felt a cool sensation descend from the heavens and merge into his meridians after the man said, "I believe you."
Reading these three men's faces had actually earned him a full half-drop of Fortune Points!
Even Zuo Xiaoduo was surprised by this result. It was certainly interesting.
Apparently, even reading the faces of tyrants like these yielded Fortune Points.
I really am a divine fortune-teller.
Since the Fortune Points had already arrived, Zuo Xiaoduo had no reason to hesitate. With a swish, he drew the Dragon Blood Flying Knife. "You three, have a safe journey."
Pfft, pfft, pfft!
Blood-red light flashed from the Dragon Blood Flying Knife. Almost simultaneously, all three men died, their paths ended, descending hand in hand to the Nine Springs.
"Reading your faces gave us a connection, so I let you pass peacefully. The road through the netherworld is long. Travel safely; I won't see you off."
Zuo Xiaoduo sighed. "My predictions were so accurate, my readings so precise, yet you had nothing to pay me with. Now that you're dead, these few worldly possessions you left behind can count as a little payment, right?"
As he spoke, he began looting the bodies.
"Don't you find that disgusting?" Zuo Xiaonian frowned.
"With every bowl of porridge and grain of rice, remember how hard they were to come by; with every half-thread and scrap of silk, always remember how difficult things are to produce."
Zuo Xiaoduo spoke earnestly. "People may be guilty, but money is innocent. In this world, money certainly isn't all-powerful, but without money, you're utterly powerless."
"We absolutely must not deprive this money of its right to circulate in the market!"
"Burying this money in the dirt would be so unfair to the workers who made it! All their hard work,