Chapter 2993 - United (1/2)

Chapter 2993 United

Rain slid down the roof. It landed on a stone board and created some bubbles.

Looking outside, there was an old house at the peak of a mountain. There were also lots of other mountains. The rain created a layer of mist that draped the mountains.

Crunch!

The rain was very heavy. The door of the old house opened. Because the house was so old, the door made sharp noises. Even the sound of the heavy rain was not able to keep it down.

The big door of the old house was pushed open. The first thing that appeared was an elegant pair of red high heels. Next, there was a white, smooth, jade leg, and a red qipao.

A woman was wearing a red qipao. She was holding a red umbrella. She walked into the house with her body wagging seductively. Her hair was like a cloud.

“Fortune-teller, how long are you going to hide?” The red-clothed woman with the red umbrella walked into the center of the old yard. She looked at what was in the house and spoke her words like a ghost.

Her voice was soft, but the rain still could not hide it.

The room had a door with flower carvings on it. It was pushed open. An old man stepped out with a flag. His other hand clutched a wine gourd. He was sitting on a broken square table. After taking a sip of alcohol, he looked at the red-clothed woman, who was outside, and said, “If I were able to hide for one hour, I would hide for one hour. If I could hide for one more second, I would hide for one more second. I would rather survive for as long as possible than be dead. If I can live a bit longer, I will live a bit longer.”

The rain was too much. The umbrella was very low, so one was not able to see what the red-clothed woman looked like. Yet her ridiculously curvy body and long black hair, which looked like a waterfall, were very eye-catching. One may not have been able to see her face, but one could recognize her.

“I am afraid you would prefer death compared to living,” the woman chillingly said as she stood in the rain.

The old man laughed and said, “That means you are here to collect my life.”

“It depends on whether you are accurate or not,” the red-clothed woman said. “That will determine if I take your life.”

The old man picked up his gourd and had another sip of alcohol. He squinted his eyes as he asked, “So was I accurate or not?”

“You were accurate but also not accurate,” the red-clothed woman replied.

“I really don’t understand what you are saying.” The old man laughed as he asked, “Which is accurate, and which is not accurate?”

The red-clothed woman was silent a moment before saying, “The prediction you did for my master was very accurate. The god palaces appeared again, but the other half is not accurate. The god palaces did not break through. They still suppress a full sky.”