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Liu Liangwang shook his hand and the card fell on the bed. He smiled wryly.

"Sure enough, it's time." Liu Liangwang sighed, swaying slightly as he stood up. He looked at the fortune teller and said, "Well, thank you. At least, I'm mentally prepared. Next... well, it's nothing. Fortunately, I haven't promised her yet, and she doesn't like me that much... I... Well...if I...forget it..."

Liu Liangwang talked nonsense for a while and then stopped.

"Take care of yourself." Liu Liangwang stepped forward and patted the fortune teller on the shoulder.

He raised his head and exhaled, turned around slowly, and took steps. He walked faster and faster, leaving the room, and finally there was a sound of the door closing behind him.

After the echo died down, the room fell silent.

The fortune teller looked at the tarot card, turned it over with his other hand, and unfolded the tarot card in his hand.

He slowly selected "Chariot" from all the tarot cards and placed it over "Death". When he withdrew his hand, he also withdrew the "Death" card and put it back among all the tarot cards.

Following his movement, a long pole suddenly stabbed out of the fortune teller's chest.

This scene caught me off guard. At this moment, I seemed to feel a spear piercing my chest.

When I came to my senses and covered my chest, I saw the shadow of a skeleton appearing on the wall behind the fortune teller.

The God of Death looks exactly like the picture on the tarot card. However, the flag it held was not vertical, but pierced the fortune teller's chest. The flag was completely stained red, and when it hung down, it was dripping with blood.

Blood continued to overflow from the fortune teller's mouth.

The God of Death floated motionless in the air, and the white horse he sat on was looming. It maintained this position for three seconds before slowly pulling out the flagpole. On the erected flagpole, the blood-red flag flew without wind, and the blood stains scattered like petals.

I heard the sound of the blade rubbing against bones and muscles, and the clear sound of bleeding. The blood soaked through the clothes and soaked the quilt.

The fortune teller's body tilted and he fell under the bed.

The god of death was like a mirage, slowly dissipating with the flag and the sound of horse hooves in the distance.

I was still looking at the fortune teller who fell to the ground in a daze, and the scenery in front of me suddenly became blurry, as if a snowflake screen appeared on the TV.

In the blink of an eye, different scenes appeared on the flickering snowflake screen.

I realized this was the memory of the fortune teller.

In the chaotic scene, I saw a group of children.

The fortune teller also became a child and was pushed against the wall by other children.

They looked like a bunch of elementary school students. The diviner among them was thinner and looked younger.

Children are playing.

The biggest one pressed down on the fortune teller, grabbed the tarot cards on the table next to him, and stuffed them into the fortune teller's mouth.

"Sissy! You just like girly things!" the big guy yelled, and the half-grown guy next to him laughed.

The girl started to cry.

A girl rushed up, pushed the big guy, and screamed: "Let go of Lan Jiayan!"

"You just like this sissy!" The big man blushed and choked back.

The two men immediately struggled with each other.

The fortune teller fell to the ground, coughed, and spit out the tarot cards in his mouth.

The girl next to him gave him a hand, but failed to pull him up.

Soon, students followed the teacher in. The teacher scolded them, and the two children who were fighting were pulled away.

The fortune teller didn't cry, he just sat on the ground and stared at the two damaged tarot cards.

Compared to his deck of tarot cards, the cards in front of him were more girlish and childlike. The background color is pink, and the cards are all cartoons. At first glance, they look like girls’ toys.

I stared at the fortune teller.

In terms of appearance, the fortune teller has not changed much, but as for his personality...

This memory quickly faded, leaving me no time to make more observations.

I only saw the fortune teller and the girl who was crying and pulling him standing at the corner of the stairs. He stretched out his hand and there was a deck of tarot cards lying quietly in his hand.

The girl was a little disgusted and politely refused the fortune teller's apology.

"...I don't blame you. I...my mother bought me another one. I like that color." After the girl finished speaking, she ran away.

The fortune teller holds tarot cards in his hand.

The purple card back was the same as the tarot cards he would use later.

In the blink of an eye, the fortune teller turned into a young man.

The girl sitting opposite him had eyes full of little stars, and she reached out and drew a card.

The girl has changed, and I am not sure if the little girl in front of me is the same girl from before.

The girl's smile soon fell, and she pitifully showed the god of death on the card to the fortune teller.

As soon as he saw the cards, various images flooded into the fortune teller's mind.

At the same time, I saw those tragic scenes - the girl's body falling from the balcony of a high building, screaming until she landed heavily.

"You...will die..." the fortune teller said, "you will...fall from the building..."

The girl immediately became unhappy and pouted, "How can there be such a divination!"

Before I finished speaking, I heard a strange "squeaking" sound. I couldn't help but raise my head.

Above their heads, the fan in the classroom was spinning.

squeak——

After a soft sound, there was a boom, and the still-rotating fan fell down with fragments of the ceiling.

The fortune teller still sat there motionless.

The girl's blood splattered on the fortune teller's eyes.

The surrounding students screamed.

My heartbeat suddenly stopped.

Everything happened so fast, I didn't have time to react, and neither did the fortune teller.

Such memories are fleeting like a revolving door.

Then came the memory of the fortune teller alone.

He was sitting at the desk in the hotel room, in front of the mirror and the tarot cards on the desk.

There are six tarot cards in total, forming a pyramid shape, with the top one being the God of Death.

The fortune teller sat quietly for a long time and unfolded the tarot cards in his hand.

I didn't see which card he drew, but when his hand covered the Death card, the mirror in front of him was like water, and the figure of Death emerged from it.

The fortune teller raised his head and looked at the God of Death, then slowly retracted his hand. The card in his hand was the God of Death.

The flag of death flies. With a sweep of its arm, the white horse's head protruding from the mirror snorted. The invisible wind hit the fortune teller's chest head-on, leaving no trace, and dispersed the figure of the God of Death himself.

The blood spurted out from the fortune teller's mouth directly dyed the table red, covering all the tarot cards on the table.

He held the table with both hands, and the Death card fell to the ground.

"Cough cough cough..." After coughing violently for a long time, the fortune teller put away the tarot cards with his hand, carefully wiped the blood on the table, and threw the tissue into the toilet.

I heard the door open.

As soon as I turned around, I saw the anxious and worried face of Liu Liangwang, and the travel-worn Wu Feiren following behind him.

An idea flashed in my mind, and I hurriedly looked at the bedside table in the room. There should be time displayed on it. Even without seeing it, I have determined the time of this memory in my mind.

When I turned around, I saw a bright light.

The sunlight outside the window shone in and shone into the fortune teller's eyes.

He was no longer breathing, his eyes were open and he couldn't see anything.

The dazzling light also fell into my eyes.

I blinked and saw that the screen of my phone was lighting up.

The dream ended like this.

Double monthly voting should start on the 29th of this month. You can only vote 2 times per book in 24 hours, and you can vote up to 5 votes per book. If you have a lot of monthly tickets, it’s better to count them~

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P.S. The content has been revised. I got the Death card wrong. _(:3　∠)_

The Grim Reaper in the Tarot is not the Grim Reaper with a sickle, but the Grim Reaper riding a white horse. (This character design is also quite interesting...)

Thanks to 930121 for the correction~(づ￣ 3￣)づ