Wang Shigang just finished an appointment with a woman.

The woman had just graduated from university, with a touch of immaturity mixed with unconscious maturity, very tempting.

What made Wang Shi repeatedly reminisce was the woman's perfect chest shape, the curves and scent that made him fascinated.

Leisurely, Wang Shi got up from the bed. His figure was tight and healthy with a wheat-colored skin that no foolish woman could resist. He lit a post-coital cigarette and involuntarily recalled his college days.

At that time, he had also encountered a pair of beautiful breasts, who did they belong to? Wang Shi shook his head, took a deep drag of his cigarette, opened the curtains, and saw that the sky was getting dark.

The sky outside was turning yellow, a sign of an impending storm. The air was humid and hot. Wang Shi took a shower and came out to find a fortune teller downstairs at the hotel.

Wang Shi originally didn't believe in ghosts and deities, but ever since he visited Fang Sen at noon, he began to feel uneasy.

"Bring him up."

Wang Shi's assistant acted quickly, and soon the fortune teller followed behind and entered the room.

Why was it a child?

Before the fortune telling began, Wang Shi was already full of impatience. He wanted his lover and his money, he had nothing to worry about.

"Forget it, you can go back."

Wang Shi made a move to drive the child away, but unexpectedly, the child took the initiative to speak: "You've killed someone."

Wang Shi's heart skipped a beat. Hearing that sentence spoken calmly by a child was surprising.

He glanced quickly at his assistant, who obviously didn't believe it. Fang Sen relaxed and glared angrily at the child: "What nonsense are you talking about? Where did this child pretending to be a fortune teller come from? Watched too many cartoons, huh!"

The assistant also wanted to agree, but Wang Shi suddenly stopped him: "You go back first. I'll go home by myself today."

He never stayed overnight at hotels.

As soon as the assistant left, Wang Shi seemed to transform. With a big stride, he lifted the robe with his hands until the child's toes touched the ground.

"What did you mean by saying that?"

The child, about thirteen or fourteen years old, was calm, staring at Wang Shi intently and smiling gently. "I meant it literally."

"Don't tell me... I'm wrong?"

Annoyed, Wang Shi ran his hand through his hair and pushed the child away, sounding irritable: "Of course you're wrong."

The child tilted his head and sighed, "You may have bloodshed tonight."

For a moment, the atmosphere froze. Wang Shi chuckled, "You brat, trying to sell something?"

The fortune teller's smile did not diminish, calmly took out a jade pendant from his pocket, smooth in texture.

"This jade pendant is compatible with your destiny and will be useful to you when necessary."

"It will guide you to find what you want."

Wang Shi was already seventy to eighty percent convinced in his heart. After all, belief brings results. He remembered what Fang Sen had said about Qiu Ning dropping her eyeballs into the rice bowl while eating.

It was better to be respectful towards such things. Seeking peace of mind.

He spent thirty thousand yuan to buy the jade pendant and sent the Fortune teller back with the assistant who had already returned home.

By the time Wang Shi left the hotel, heavy rain had fallen. It was pouring rain, heavily pounding the ground, accompanied by hail. Such bad weather had become more frequent in recent years.

The driver went to the parking lot to drive. Wang Shi stood at the hotel entrance playing with the jade pendant, reminiscing about the fortune teller's words.

He had indeed killed someone, or more accurately, he hadn't done it himself. At that time, to fit in, to make money, he had to do something.

In this society, money is king.

He had no regrets, just a pity for that beautiful body, pure and flawless. With his eyes closed, the scent of rain on his nose turned into the fragrance of a young girl.

It slowly enveloped him, wrapping him tightly, devouring him bit by bit.

Feeling itchy in his heart, without hesitation, he made a phone call to his good friend, "Chen Dong, let's have a few drinks."

"What's wrong with heavy rain? Can't stand the itch in my heart?"

"Okay, okay, you have a competition to attend. You're amazing."

He hung up the phone, looking nonchalant, lit a cigarette but accidentally dropped the jade pendant.

"Splash—"

The jade pendant fell into a puddle, creating tiny ripples. The location was close to the sewer. If he didn't pick it up quickly, the pendant would be washed away.

After some hesitation, Wang Shi felt that picking it up himself would be beneath his dignity. However, the driver was taking too long to come.

Helplessly, Wang Shi had to tiptoe, using one hand to shield his forehead from the rain, which splashed into his ears, causing a cold, needle-like sensation.

Just as he was bending down, about to grab the jade pendant, a hand suddenly shot out from the sewer and viciously grabbed him.

The index finger on that hand had a mole, just like Fang Sen's.

Wang Shi's heart skipped a beat. He struggled a few times, pulling at his own hand.

As he pulled and pulled, a head slowly emerged from the sewer, followed by arms, but there was no body.

The eyes of this head seemed familiar, the once charming and beautiful turned into a dull and eerie look.

Before Wang Shi could scream, the head leaped onto him with lightning speed, wrapping its arms tightly around his waist, crazily biting at his abdomen.

The rain intensified, the mist covering all the city's anxieties and darkness.

All that was left was the sound of chewing.