"Master, do you think my Zhong Fanrui is possessed? His personality suddenly changed completely!" Qin Hong lowered her voice, looking strangely at the old man behind the low table.
His hair was meticulously tied up, and he wore a Daoist robe, yet at first glance he looked like a farmer who had spent years tilling the fields.
An unidentified deity was enshrined behind him, and several sticks of incense left the cramped space dim and wreathed in smoke.
"Master?" After receiving no response for a long while, Qin Hong ventured again.
The man addressed as Master slowly opened his eyes, revealing an almost inhuman malice. "If I remember correctly, Zhong Fanrui is your son?"
"Yes. When I came to seek romantic luck before, that was for him too." Qin Hong nodded eagerly.
The master sneered twice. "All his romantic prospects got cut short?"
The question hit a sore spot, and Qin Hong gritted her teeth in anger. "It's all that little bitch's fault. Otherwise..."
"Do you have that person's Eight Characters?" the master suddenly interrupted her to ask.
"No, I don't." Qin Hong had never paid attention to that, and the abrupt question caught her off guard.
The master frowned. "Whether you want to help someone succeed, or... harm someone, their Eight Characters are very important. If you don't get them, how am I supposed to deal with him?"
Qin Hong's eyes lit up. "There's still hope for my Fanrui?"
"Hasn't he merely lost his romantic luck? Just remove the obstacle," the master said.
Qin Hong hurried to her feet and rubbed her legs, numb from kneeling. "I'll go get them right away!"
Before leaving, she took out a stack of money and placed it respectfully on the low table. "Please accept this, Master."
The master nodded slightly and slowly