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"No way! Master Chu has never made a mistake in her predictions. If she says the cake can't be eaten, then it definitely can't!"

Chu Yuening's gaze shifted to Li Huiwen's camera-holding hand hanging by her side. Her eyes blinked in surprise. Could it really be...

Was the situation truly as she feared?

Feeling self-conscious under Chu Yuening's scrutiny, Li Huiwen's thick-skinned facade blushed for once. After all, being a paparazzi wasn't exactly a glamorous profession, especially when one was constantly snapping photos of others' livelihoods.

Moments later, Li Huiwen extended her hand with an apologetic smile. "Hello, Master Chu, I'm Li Huiwen from the Daily Joy News. You... you must have read my articles, right?"

"I have, your writing is quite good."

Chu Yuening's sincere appraisal seemed to make Li Huiwen even more embarrassed.

"As a paparazzi, I'm just barely scraping by. Master Chu's two predictions left me utterly astonished; I truly admire your skills."

Unbothered by the praise, Chu Yuening offered a faint smile. "Thank you."

Relieved that Chu Yuening wasn't upset, Li Huiwen let out a sigh of relief. She then turned her attention back to Du Miao. "Master Chu's predictions have always been spot on, based on what I've seen. How about this – I'll secretly follow you home. Don't worry, I'll be well hidden. That way, if anything does happen to you, I'd be able to assist you."

Du Miao appeared hesitant.

Liu Jiayun, sitting beside her, whispered, "If Uncle Du doesn't harm you after tonight, wouldn't that prove that everything will be fine from then on?"

Chu Yuening didn't believe such a possibility existed, but she still nodded. "Theoretically, yes."

Du Miao nodded in agreement. "That would put quite a burden on Journalist Li, then."

Li Huiwen waved off the concern. "No worries at all." After a moment of thought, she lifted her camera again. "But I'll need your permission to publish any footage I take later on."

Du Miao consented to this as well.

Chu Yuening retrieved a red plastic bag from under the food cart and took out a cinnabar brush to write a few amulets. She folded one of them into a triangle before handing it to Du Miao.

"This is an amulet to ward off evil spirits and protect you. It can help you once. Just remember not to let it get wet."

Upon seeing the amulet, Du Miao's eyes brightened significantly. Su Yinyin had mentioned that this very amulet had saved her life.

Without hesitation, she accepted it.

Du Miao accepted the talisman and then retrieved two hundred yuan from her purse, along with the hundred she owed for the fortune-telling, handing it all to Chu Yuening. Expressing her gratitude, the trio departed.

The three of them left.

Chu Yuening reached out to take down the sign, and a couple of onlookers grew eager to try their luck.

"Madam, I'd like a reading too."

"Yeah, and us too, Madam. We'll have a joint reading—can you give us a discount?"

Chu Yuening's brows lifted in a smile as she declined politely, "I'm sorry, but I've already done two readings for the day. If you're interested, please come back tomorrow."

A middle-aged man in the crowd, who had been observing for quite some time, finally spoke up after some thought, "Alright, I'll come back for a reading then."

"Looking forward to your visit next time," Chu Yuening said, tucking the sign under the cart.

The female vendor had an elegant and delicate appearance, surpassing even the beauty of TVB's Miss Hong Kong. Her amiable smile, with raised brows, made people warm up to her even more.

Although they couldn't wait for a fortune-telling session, customers could still indulge in some sugar water. Thus, a queue began to form in front of the dessert stall.

Sugarcane juice cups were sold one after another until they ran out swiftly.

A Toyota Corolla with the license plate GG8088 pulled up, drawing the attention of many tourists in Temple Street.

The man was lying on a stretcher, his legs in casts, as he was lifted from the car to the sugarcane juice stall.

Zhong Guoming woke up from his coma in the hospital. Immediately, he recalled Chu Yuening's previous warning. The doctor had informed him that he might face amputation, but he paid no heed and instructed someone to drive him straight to Temple Street to seek help from the master.

It was no laughing matter.

The situation at the construction site had become increasingly bizarre.

With his life hanging by a thread, what use would his legs be?

"Master, please save my life."

Chu Yuening wrapped up the last cup of sugarcane juice for a customer. Glancing through the glass cabinet, she noticed Zhong Guoming, pitifully lying on the stretcher. The dark aura surrounding him had already enveloped his legs and was creeping upwards towards his head.

She understood the situation all too well.

"How many workers have died at your construction site so far?"

Zhong Guoming's anxious heart gradually calmed.

As they say, an expert's first move reveals their expertise.

He hadn't even said anything, yet Master Chu Da already knew about the issues at the site. Recalling how he had foolishly dismissed the mystic arts in the past, Zhong Guoming now regretted his disbelief and wished he could slap himself.

If he had listened to Master Chu Da back then, perhaps his leg wouldn't have been injured.

"There have been thirteen casualties among the workers."

Straightening up from the stretcher, Zhong Guoming collected his thoughts before recounting the recent events.

"It all started when we began excavation for the foundation. The soil seemed to be mixed with blood. The next day, the excavator operator died suddenly while operating the machine. Then, another worker was crushed to death in the concrete mixer..."

Chu Yuening inquired, "Why did you think the soil was mixed with blood?"

"Because of the stench," Zhong Guoming recalled the smell, suppressing a nauseating sensation. "The soil reeked as if it had been saturated with the blood of the dead."

"Oh, I see." Chu Yuening propped her chin on her hands, deep in thought.

Soil tainted with the scent of blood...

It seemed as if something significant was buried here.

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The Half Hill district lay between Victoria Peak and Central.

Li Huiwen accompanied Du Miao to the villa area. With her camera in hand, she snapped pictures of the scenery as they climbed the hill. The villas were enormous, with red carpets adorned with gold edges stretching across the floors.

Upon entering,

Du Miao handed her bag to a servant and instructed, "Auntie Qiu, please prepare some coffee to entertain our guest."