"He won't survive the night?"
After hearing this news, Shen Yun was initially startled, but then his mind started racing. "Could it be... that he's actually already dead, and this is just a corpse being controlled by someone behind the scenes?" he asked with a serious expression.
The impression Black Magic gave was exactly this sort of thing—controlling corpses, hiding in the shadows to plot, and the like.
"But..." Miao Yun bit her lower lip gently, offering a tactful, quiet reminder. "You can't see the fortune of a dead person."
"...Right." Shen Yun admitted that he had been overthinking. Letting one's imagination run too wild wasn't always a good thing. Xiao Jiu was already letting out a series of pleasant giggles in his mind.
"Amitabha. This poor monk also noticed something amiss," Master Yu Yifan chimed in. "I do not know if it is a characteristic of Black Magic, but I sense an extremely foul presence on that man."
