Scary Prophecy

There are two famous dart bureaus in Ningbo. One is Peng Tiansheng's Tiansheng Dart Board, and the other is Zhou Zhengde's Zhengde Dart Board. These two dart bureaus compete with each other and kill each other's prices, so they have become enemies, but this makes the dart owners pick up the bargain. As a result, customers from the eastern part of Zhejiang all come to visit.

On this day, a short and fat fortune-teller came to the gate of Tiansheng Dart Company. The sign he put up reads: "fortune telling, 10 taels per customer!

In less than half an hour, the fat man's fortune-telling stall has surrounded a large circle of visitors. However, not a single person came forward to ask him to tell fortunes. The reason is very simple, ordinary fortune tellers charge at most one silver per customer, and the fat man in front of him asked for ten taels! The people are talking, all feel new.

By sunset, the fat man still had not made a business. Just when the crowd has dispersed, hit the distance came a big horse with a high head. Sitting on the horse was a gloomy-looking strong man, this person is the Tian Sheng Dart Bureau's boss Peng Tian Sheng. Pang Tian Sheng saw the fortune-telling stall, so he jumped off his horse and walked over.

Tian Sheng had just received an unprecedentedly large business, a rich merchant named Duan Qingyun asked them to send a box of pearls to Jingzhou. The box of pearls, nine in total, are the finest South Sea pearls, each worth 100,000 taels of silver. For this trip, the commission alone is 60,000 taels, which is equivalent to the income of "Tian Sheng" for several years. However, the dart has not yet set off, the sound of robbery has come from all directions. Box of pearls once there is a failure, not only the brand of the dartboard will be smashed, and the dartboard can not afford to compensate the owner of the goods. Peng Tiansheng is worried about this, and even has sleep and food anxiety.

So, when Peng Tian Sheng saw the fat man's fortune-telling stall, he was moved to think. He put ten taels of silver on the table and said to the fat man, "You get what you pay for, sir, since you ask for a lot of money, I think there must be something excellent, so please tell me a fortune."

The fat man nodded and asked, "May I ask your Excellency, do you calculate merit and fame or measure wealth and fortune?"

Peng Tiansheng waved his hand: "I don't count merit and fortune, I just ask you to divine fortune and calamity."

The fat man pondered for a moment, then said, "I have a rule, before reading the face, I have to apply some holy water to the person's face, after that I can read the face and tell the fortune."

Peng Tiansheng said, "No matter, listen to the gentleman."

The fat man took out a porcelain bottle, opened the lid, and used a large brush to probe into the bottle. Then, he used that brush to smear Peng Tiansheng's face. After painting, the fat man took the pen and meditated. A long time before he opened his eyes, carefully scrutinize Peng Tiansheng's face.

Looking at it, the fat man could not help but double frown. Peng Tiansheng was very puzzled, busy asking him the reason.

The fat man said, "Your seal is dark, the cheeks are obscure, the top of the head pressed a dark cloud, this is a bad omen."

Peng Tiansheng's heart trembled and urged the fat man to go on.

The fat man sighed and said slowly: "Your Excellency has a murderous death."

Peng Tiansheng's face grew pale and asked gloomily, "When is the disaster?"

"Nearly too." The fat man replied.

"Is it this year?"

"Yes, from the face, the woe is very imminent."

"Could it be this month?"

"Closer."

"So, it's these days?

"Closer."

"Sir, is it today?

"Closer."

"This, how do you mean? Peng Tiansheng already looked ashen and his body was trembling slightly.

The fat man coldly smiled: "Just before the eyes!"

The words have not yet fallen, the fat man's hand like lightning, the tube brush arrow stabbed Peng Tiansheng's left chest! With Peng Tiansheng's martial arts skills, he could have dodged this move. However, the fat man had applied aromatic bewitching powder on his face to paralyze his mind and dull his reaction. As a result, the famous boss of Tiansheng Dart Company, who had been famous for dozens of years, suddenly collapsed.

The fat man's brush was disguised as a poisoned ice-iron judge's brush.

When the people of "Tian Sheng" rushed out, the fat man was long gone, only to see the boss alone on the ground struggling. The group hurriedly carried him into the dartboard and sent for a doctor.

Peng Tiansheng said intermittently, "No, no need to ask a doctor, it is hopeless ...... you guys quickly, go find the young master ......"

Peng Tiansheng's only son, Peng Fei, was twenty years old and was both literary and martial. He was playing chess at a friend's place when he heard the bad news and rushed back to the dartboard like crazy.

At this moment, Peng Tiansheng was already breathless, he struggled to hand a roll of cloth and silk to his son. Peng Fei opened it and saw that it was half of an old blood book. Only the word "Tongde" remained on the blood book, next to the seal of his father. Peng Fei could not read, so he leaned down and asked his father. Peng Tiansheng wanted to speak but could not make a sound, so he tried his best to point towards the north, and then breathed his last.

Peng Fei cried bitterly, and the people on the dartboard also joined in the mourning.