Chapter 59: bloody light Disaster

Liu San looked at Wang Lin carefully for a few moments, then suddenly asked, "You are a scholar on your way to the exams, aren't you?"

Wang Lin's expression remained unchanged as he shook his head and said, "I am not going to the exams. I have some skills and intend to go to Tianshui City to make a living."

Liu San's expression softened slightly. His question had deep meaning; with the major exams approaching, candidates from surrounding villages and towns often gathered in Tianshui City. However, these candidates usually carried book boxes for writing. While the person before him didn't appear to know martial arts, if he had admitted to being a candidate, then caution would have been required.

However, Liu San didn't take it to heart and smiled, saying, "What a coincidence, we are just about to return to Tianshui City. Meeting is fate; friend, come with us."

Wang Lin looked grateful, cupped his hands, and said, "Many thanks, Head Escort."

The dark-faced man glanced at Wang Lin and laughed from the side, "Kid, do you know how to ride a horse?"

Wang Lin gave a wry smile and shook his head.

Liu San pointed to the carriage behind him and smiled, "What are you thanking me for? When traveling, everyone has difficult times. Young man, get on. In four more days of travel, we will arrive at Tianshui City."

Wang Lin cupped his hands, climbed onto the carriage without another word. He looked back and saw about a dozen similar carriages densely packed behind. He swept them with his Divine Sense and discovered that the carriages were all empty, so he didn't pay them any further mind and sat down cross-legged.

Yang Sen tugged on the horse reins, came to Wang Lin's side, and asked, "Friend, how come you didn't bring any luggage when traveling?"

Wang Lin shook his head and sighed, saying, "I encountered bandits; it's a long story."

Yang Sen was taken aback. He looked at Wang Lin for a long time before comforting him, "It's good that you kept your life. These days, things are not stable."

Just as they were chatting, Wang Lin's expression suddenly shifted. He looked up at the nearby forest and swept it with his Divine Sense, immediately discovering two people hiding within, staring at the convoy.

Until the convoy passed the forest, he didn't see those two take any action. Wang Lin pondered for a moment and stopped paying attention.

The day's journey ended. As the sun set and night fell, Liu San called out loudly from the front, "Lads, tomorrow we enter the territory of Tianshui City. By then, the employer will send people to meet us. We won't find a place to stay tonight, so let's rest here for the night. We'll get on our way early tomorrow morning. Once we return to Tianshui City, I'll take you all to the Binhong Brothel to find some girls and have a good time."

The men laughed one after another, took off the horse harnesses, tied the horses together, and arranged the carriages into a circle. After doing this, everyone began to pitch tents. Some went to sleep, some set up fires, some drank alcohol; it was quite lively.

There were also three or five people taking turns patrolling the vicinity.

As soon as Wang Lin got off the carriage, he was pulled to a nearby campfire by Yang Sen. Through the day's interaction, Yang Sen felt that he and Wang Lin were quite compatible and often boasted about some interesting anecdotes from his escorting days.

Wang Lin listened with great interest. The more he did so, the more animatedly Yang Sen spoke. Seeing the convoy resting, he hurriedly pulled Wang Lin over.

Three people were sitting by the campfire. Besides Head Escort Liu San and the dark-faced man, there was a middle-aged scholar wearing a blue shirt. This person had a fair complexion, a broad forehead, and bright, piercing eyes, revealing a touch of wisdom.

Seeing Wang Lin arrive, Liu San smiled and said, "Sir, this is the young man I mentioned to you, who is going to Tianshui City to make a living."

After speaking, he said to Wang Lin, "Little brother, this is Mr. Wang from our Wei Wu Escort Agency. You also share the surname Wang; it seems you are from the same clan. Have a good chat. Mr. Wang is very knowledgeable and experienced."

The middle-aged scholar smiled gently and said, "Old Liu, stop gilding the lily for me. My meager skills are nothing worth mentioning."

Liu San rolled his eyes and said, "Who says that? If Mr. Wang's skills are considered small, then I, Liu San, am nothing. Little brother, this Mr. Wang is a living immortal. He knows astronomy above and geography below, and especially his physiognomy skills are extraordinary."

Wang Lin carefully looked at the middle-aged scholar, a smile on his lips, and cupped his hands, "Sir's forehead is full, and your eyes carry wisdom; you are clearly an extremely intelligent person. As the ancients said, 'Observe one's spirit to know one's charm.' This saying is indeed true."

The middle-aged scholar looked at Wang Lin with some surprise and smiled, "Little brother, are you also of the same path? I see you have a scholar's aura, but it contains the momentum of a Dragon. Your future is limitless."

Wang Lin smiled and said, "The schoolteacher in my hometown had some research into the art of physiognomy. I watched for a long time, so naturally, I learned a few things."

The middle-aged scholar laughed heartily. The dark-faced man on the side suddenly said, "Mr. Wang, please calculate for me as well. I'm not getting any younger. Do you see if I have any luck in marriage?"

Liu San scolded with a smile, "How many times have you begged on this journey? Every time Mr. Wang performs physiognomy, it consumes his energy. Kid, give it a rest."

The dark-faced man didn't care about Liu San's words and looked longingly at the middle-aged scholar.

The middle-aged scholar pondered for a moment, nodded with a smile, and said, "Alright, I will calculate for you today. Yang Sen, haven't you also begged me many times? I'll look at both of you this time."

After speaking, he closed his eyes slightly. When he opened them again, a flash of essence light appeared in his eyes. Wang Lin's expression was normal, but his heart stirred. He swept with his Divine Sense and saw a trace of spiritual power suddenly emerge in the middle-aged scholar's chest. The flow of this spiritual power was quite strange and eventually gathered in the middle-aged scholar's eyes.

The middle-aged scholar stared at the dark-faced man, muttering as if calculating something, his right hand pinching rapidly. After a long while, a flush of red rose on his face, and he frowned, saying, "Liu Laowu, dark clouds cover your forehead, and a bloody light disaster is faintly visible. You will have a tribulation soon. If you survive it, you will surely have a marriage connection within three months."

The dark-faced man was stunned, then laughed, "A tribulation? It's fine. We who escort goods live on the edge of a knife. A bloody light disaster is unavoidable."

The middle-aged scholar's gaze shifted to Yang Sen. After a long while, his expression changed slightly, and he said, "Strange, why do you also have a bloody light disaster?"

After speaking, he looked at Liu San, and his expression immediately turned gloomy, saying, "Something is wrong. My family's art of physiognomy has never been wrong. Old Liu, you also have a bloody light disaster."

After speaking, his expression was serious. He stood up and carefully looked around at everyone. His expression grew increasingly heavy as he said, "Old Liu, it looks bad. I observe that everyone has the color of bloody light on their faces. This is absolutely not a coincidence!"

Liu San narrowed his eyes, looked around, and said in a deep voice, "Sir, do you mean that we will all have a bloody light tribulation soon?"

The middle-aged scholar nodded. His eyes swept toward Wang Lin, and he suddenly froze. He rubbed his eyes hard and looked carefully with concentration. His expression changed instantly, a strange red color surged on his face, and he turned to the side and spat out a mouthful of blood. A look of horror appeared on his face as he pointed at Wang Lin and stammered, "You…"