Chapter 16 Possessed by demons
n straightened up and acted like a gentleman, telling himself that now he was a fortune teller
master.
No one, not even a 3-year-old kid, would be fooled by his trick. But it worked for Bard since he was
crazy about superstition. In most case, businessmen were superstitious, which was their Achilles'' heel.
n didn’t know if he could make it or not. If he could, his hot Amy would belong to him.
Only imaging that already made him excited. By that time, he would fuck her like he did to Sue to make
her orgasm. It turned him on even more when he pictured Amy having orgasm.
n didn’t visit Barton directly, for he thought that vige woman hadn’t left yet and he wanted to
wonder around the Pear Vige to see what the vige was like. He was just entering the vige, when
he was approached by a group of women for fortune telling. Soon he found people of the Pear Vige
were superstitious. This was the only difference between the Pear Vige and the Vergina Vige.
n had no choice but to act as a fortune teller by contemting while touching his beard. Of course,
he was not a fortune teller. But he knew there are two key points to act like one. First is to tter.
Second is to observe. n took a look at the woman standing before him. She was in her early thirties,
with big butts and breasts, a nevus beside her mouth. He knew she was a shrew.
“Your face looks nice with good fortune. Your butt is big enough to give birth to babies easily. Your big
breasts indicate your children are blessed. The nevus beside your mouth brings you good luck. Lucks
The vige woman was delighted when she heard this. She thought it was totally right and handed him
a few bucks in the tip jar. Surprised by the tips, he talked to himself, “I just made that up, but can still
make money? I have something more important to do.”
It had been a while when he made it to Barton’s house. It was a mansion way more luxurious than
houses beside it. Superstition was told by door gods painting on the door. Before the door there were
two big trees. And a mirror was inset onto the wall. n looked into the mansion. Guess what? Barton
was right there. Barton looks exactly the same as Amy and the vige woman described. He had a
round face and thick neck. He is a fool. He was sitting at the door while eating cooked corn.
n immediately acted like he was tired, walking over there, sitting on the step, and taking out his
water jug for a drink. He felt hungry as he looked at Barton eating, then he smiled and said, “Barton,
could you give me a bite on your corn?”
Barton had a glimpse at him, and turned his back to cover the corn to eat again. n was amused.
‘Isn’t it the way a fool acts? A normal person won’t act like that.’
“How about I change your corn with a sugar?” n took out a sugar and handed it to Barton.
Barton giggled as he saw the sugar, “I am not a fool. Only a three-year-old kid will exchange it for a
sugar,” He continued to finish the cooked corn after that.
n was shocked. Barton clearly eximed he himself was not a fool. n stretched back his hand
and took his jug up to drink, pretending he was drinking something really nice by making rumbling
sound. Barton then turned around, “Hey, what are you drinking?”
n imitated him, turning back and covered his jug, “It’s something you cannot drink.” Then he
continued drinking.
It made Barton even more curious about what was inside the jug. He was confused. But then, he
handed his corn to n, “Can I exchange it with you?”
n chuckled, “A fool is a fool.” But he still pretended to be unwanted, “Well, but only for a sip?”
Barton was delighted, took up the jug and swigged. But soon he realized it tasted strange. Then he
handed the jug back, and run back inside the mansion.
n chuckled, “Haven’t he ever been fooled?” After that, n stood up and hid under the tree shade.
He saw Barde back half an hourter. Bard looked like a butcher and had exactly the same big
face and thick neck as Barton’s.
n immediately rushed out from the shade and swaggered over to Barton. He put bamboo pole up
high and shouted, “Fortune telling, does anyone need?”
As n expected, Bard took a look at him. When Bard was about to turn into the mansion, n said,
“Whose house is this? It is surrounded by an intense unlucky aura. Something bad is going to happen!
Someone is going to die unexpectedly. Can’t stay here anymore!”
As Bard heard this, he knew it was about his mansion. “Howe? I’ve invited a fortune teller master
toe and swept the unlucky aurast month. Is something unlucky brought back home again?”
“Wait, master. You just said this house was surrounded by an intense unlucky aura. Would you please
exin it to me?” Barton didn’t believe and wanted to know the reason.
n sighed and shook his head, “How couldn’t you see the unlucky aura? The sky above the house is
overcast. The tree root is filled with moths. And even the monster-telling mirror was broken. The aura is
going to turn into a demon. It’s toote. It’s toote. I gotta go. I can’t stay here any longer.” n
walked away as he spoke and shook his head endlessly.
Bard was shocked. He didn’t believe what just heard. But the dark cloud existed truly. The tree was a
Camphor tree bought from a fortune teller master. He never heard the Camphor tree had moths. This
master must be a liar. However, when he looked up, he felt so upset that the mirror on the wall was
really broken.
Bard was shocked with sweat. He rushed out to the tree, and almost passed out as he found there
were several big and white moths crawling around. He was stunned when he found everything the
master just told was true. So he immediately ran after n.
“Master, wait. Please wait.” Bard took a wad of cash while he spoke, “Master, you must help me with
this!”
n did nothing but shook his head.
“Master, please don’t shake head. It really scares me.” Bard almost cried out.
“Well, I will help you not for the money but for I am a master of virtue. Let me check it out!” n again
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walked towards the house as if he was a real master while he couldn’t stopped chuckling, “The dark
cloud was a coincidence. And for the mirror, it was broken by myself just now when I got nothing to do.
And for the tree, how could it be possible that there are moths around? All the moths were ced by
me. You are in such a rush that you don’t even identify what kind of moths they are.”
Bard ran after instantly. n looked around from one side to the other side of the house, and put out
his fingers to imitate what the god is doing when thinking. n looked even more like a fortune teller
master with his eyes. He even assumed that he was born to be an actor.
“The house is really in an unlucky aura. Damn, someone was caught by it.” n seemed panic and
rushed inwards the house.
It made Bard even more scared when he heard something bad happened to someone. And he rushed
more quickly than n, and shouted as he entered the house, “Barton, Barton!”
At the moment, a woman with a more panic face run out, “My Lord, My Lord, it’s awful. I don’t know
what happens to Barton. Erythema is all over on his body as if he is possessed by demons.”
What? Bard almost passed out. He then thought of n, “Master, master. Please save my son! He is
my only child of our family. His mom died long before. I only have this kid. Please help me to save him!”
Seeing this, n alsoughed out. Barton just drank a little bit alcohol. He was allergic to alcohol, as
told by the vige woman n met on his way to the vige. After the alcohol vtilized, he would be
fine. They don’t need to send him to hospital at all. The woman was stupid surely since she thought he
was possessed by demons. Anyway, she helped n for that.
Of course, Bard knew what happened to Barton because he had the same symptom before. But Bard
was illiterate. Whatever a doctor said to him, he believed. Last time Barton drank alcohol and got
allergic. And the head of his vige said Barton was possessed by demons. And guess what? He
trusted it.
Nothing was more terrible than ignorance.