Chapter 821 - 821: None of Them Miscalculated

Just as everyone on the third floor entered the wards to hide, a hooded man entered the inpatient building.

His entire face was hidden under the hood, his head lowered, and instead of having his hands in his pockets, he was carrying a package in one hand.

One package looked like stir-fry, and the other contained two bottles of white liquor.

The man glanced at the nurse nodding off at the reception desk and quickly headed to the stairs.

Just three seconds after he went up, the nurse's eyes shot wide open, and she pressed the call button, whispering, "He went up."

...

Gong Kaishan's intuition was spot on; as soon as the man reached the third floor, he didn't continue upwards.

Standing at the stairwell, the man's steps paused as if sensing something amiss.

However, he didn't stop for long and quickly resumed his steps, arriving outside the mad old man's ward.

Seeing the hole in the door and the situation inside, the man exclaimed, "Master, what are you doing?"

As soon as the words were spoken, about thirty people rushed out from the wards towards him.

The man knew he couldn't break out, so he entered the room just as a foot came flying towards him with his first step.

"Bang!"

The man groaned, being directly kicked out of the room, then pinned to the ground, with both his hands and feet tied up.

Xiao Feng stepped out, dragging the man like a dead dog into the ward, smiled at the old man, and said, "Your apprentice, shall we exchange hostages?"

The old man scolded angrily, "I've told you not to come back, did you take my words as wind in your ears?"

Crouching down, Xiao Feng reached to remove the hood from the man's head, finding that he also had long hair like the old man.

But unlike the old man's disheveled hair, the man's hair was neatly coiled atop his head and fixed with a hairpin.

Wait a second!

Wasn't this exactly the Daoist Zhao Guo'an and Zhen Jinghan had described?

"Master, I did a divination for you, and the hexagram shows you will surely turn calamity into blessing this time." The man said, laboring to turn his head and addressed Xiao Feng, "In my right pants pocket, there's a bamboo stick, could you kindly pass it to my Master?"

Before Xiao Feng even expressed agreement or refusal, the old man coldly stated, "No need, I divined three hexagrams myself, all pointing to certain death.

This is fate, unchangeable!"

"Master, I remember you told me on the first day, never do divination for oneself." The man anxiously said, "First, self-divination greatly reduces accuracy.

Second, once the result is unfavorable, one can't help but try to change it.

These were your teachings, have you forgotten?"

The old man was momentarily speechless, speaking then, "Give me the stick to have a look."

The man looked to Xiao Feng for help, saying, "Please assist me."

Xiao Feng nodded, appreciating his demeanor.

If asking for help, one should have the posture of a petitioner.

Yet, he didn't expect him to be so assertive while asking for help.

Following the man's prompt, Xiao Feng took out the bamboo stick, and just as he threw it to the old man, quickly exchanged a glance with Hua Ling.

"Catch!"

Xiao Feng deliberately threw the bamboo stick high up.

The old man instinctively looked up to gauge where it would fall.

Hua Ling took advantage of this fleeting opportunity, clenched her fist with only her thumb extended, swung it high backward, aiming directly at his eyes.

The old man, in a panic, hurriedly backed away.

Hua Ling used her left hand to open the old man's arm, dashing forward with all her strength.

But just two meters before Xiao Feng, she stumbled, nearly falling to the ground.

Xiao Feng dashed forward, supporting her in his arms, asking, "What's going on with you?"

Speaking, he adjusted her clothes upwards, covering her fair shoulders.

"I must've been hit at a pressure point," Hua Ling frowned, saying, "I can't exert much strength temporarily."

"Doesn't seem right," Xiao Feng doubted, "I saw you had plenty of strength when you shouted just now."

Hua Ling retorted, "Talking and fighting are two different things!"

"If you speak to me like that, I might let go," Xiao Feng threatened.

"Do as you please; I've regained some strength, I can stand," Hua Ling dismissed.

Xiao Feng seeing she wasn't buying it, chuckled, "Well then, go for it."

"Go for what?"

"A kiss! Didn't you ask me to come over quickly to kiss you just now?"

Hua Ling's face flushed red with embarrassment and anger, saying, "That was then, this is now."

"Makes no difference to me; you can't resist, right?" Xiao Feng teased.

"..." Hua Ling.

Is this like jumping from the dragon's pool into the tiger's den?

Feeling both exasperated and her heart racing to the point of tinnitus.

If he really kisses me, what then?

Surely he won't, right?

Right?

Oh heavens!

In the midst of her wild thoughts, she suddenly lost her balance.

"Ah!"

Hua Ling cried out, urgently bracing against the wall, just avoiding a real fall.

The Martial Monk gathered around, intending to show concern, but before they could speak, Hua Ling coldly and indifferently uttered, "Scram!"

Turning around to see Xiao Feng, she saw him already close to the old man, delivering a punch to his face.

"Bang!"

The old man's face bloomed with flowers, his body staggered backward into the wall, and his nose bled as freely as if a water faucet had been opened, gushing out.

"Hahahahaha!" The old man looked at his apprentice's divination stick, entering a deranged state.

He wiped away the blood from his face, leaning against the wall, slowly standing up.

The previously clean wall was now stained with bright red blood, looking shocking!

Xiao Feng raised the Thunder Pattern Steel and smashed down without mercy for the old man's pitiful appearance.

Countless combat experiences indicated that giving the enemy a chance is irresponsible to one's own life.

So, when he's down, take him down, that's the everlasting truth!

The old man's gaze sharpened, and from the pouch hanging on his chest, he pulled out the Eight Trigrams Mirror, reflecting the ceiling light to shine directly into Xiao Feng's eyes.

"Damn it!"

Blinded by the light, Xiao Feng went into blindness, immediately hearing the sound of wind breaking in front, retracted the Thunder Pattern Steel, and crossed his arms before him.

"Bang!"

The old man's skinny fist hit Xiao Feng's forearm, not very strong, yet enough to push him back.

"In my entire life as an old man, I've never faltered in divination; even in my death, this remains true. I never got others wrong, nor myself, who can boast such achievements?" The old man laughed heartily, appearing smug.

In some sense, the apprentice's and his divination results weren't wrong.

After killing three people, the old man divined he would die tonight.

While the apprentice saw he could turn misfortune to fortune, though the premise was the old man didn't kill three for divination.

If he hadn't killed three, Hua Ling and others wouldn't have arrived, naturally wouldn't lead to the current situation.

Should the apprentice have returned promptly to warn instead of buying food and drinks to celebrate, none of this would have happened.

But in reality, the most powerless thing is "might have."