The cool autumn breeze blew across the campus of Haijing Normal University, already turning the leaves of the parasol trees a distinct yellow.
The moment Xu Donggui saw the tortoiseshell, he fell in love with it.
It was the size of an adult’s palm, warm and yellow in color, and perhaps because it had been handled for so long, its surface had become smooth and lustrous. At first glance, it looked like those top-quality jade stones.
Its back was covered with irregular lines, crisscrossing like the trajectory of fate, exuding a mysterious and strange beauty.
"Does it seem to be conveying some kind of message?"
Xu Donggui felt that these lines resembled some type of language, carrying some kind of revelation, much like the oracle bone scripts.
Once the tortoiseshell was in his hands, a warm sensation immediately spread from his palm.
Xu Donggui subconsciously clenched it.
The greed in Xu Donggui’s heart could not be contained; he caressed the stone, seemingly wishing to leave his own mark upon it.
"The person who sold me this tortoiseshell said it could be used for divination!"
Lin Baici watched Xu Donggui’s actions with disgust.
Let alone such a precious cultural relic, even playing with someone else’s phone didn’t warrant such behavior!
He hadn’t expected that his first visit to Haijing Normal University would bring him face to face with such an object.
[A narrow-minded, dark-hearted fellow, he would not let others have what he could not obtain!]
Upon hearing this, Xu Donggui nodded, "That’s right, in the pre-Qin period, whether it was for sacrifices or before launching a war, divination was performed to determine good or bad omens!"
Xu Donggui, being an archeology major, had solid professional knowledge. He hadn’t thought about divination until he heard Lin Baici’s words and decided to give it a try.
After all, it wouldn’t cost him flesh if it didn’t work.
So, Xu Donggui silently asked in his heart, how is my luck these days?
After asking, he wasn’t sure if it was just his imagination; he felt the tortoiseshell grow slightly warm.
At the same time, an idea suddenly came into his mind.
’Thou today face a calamity of blood, a great misfortune!’
It must be psychological, right?
Xu Donggui muttered to himself as he admired the tortoiseshell.
Xu Donggui was so enchanted that he didn’t want to give it back to Lin Baici.
"Can I have it back now?"
Lin Baici suddenly wanted to join the Jiuzhou Security Bureau, for that license to kill.
"Let me study it for a few more days. I’ll help you decrypt the text on this tortoiseshell, and don’t worry, I won’t charge you a penny!"
Xu Donggui suggested, adjusting his glasses.
Lin Baici didn’t waste any more words and reached out directly, slamming his hand onto Xu Donggui’s wrist.
"What are you doing?"
Xu Donggui was startled and exerted strength in his hand, not wanting to let Lin Baici take the tortoiseshell back.
Lin Baici, completely out of patience, slapped Xu Donggui across the face four times.
Xu Donggui was stunned by the slaps, his mouth corner split open. This update is available on novelFɪre.net
Lin Baici tightened his grip on Xu Donggui’s wrist.
He screamed in pain, instinctively loosening his fingers.
The tortoiseshell fell!
Lin Baici caught it smoothly, then kicked Xu Donggui in the stomach.
Xu Donggui staggered back a few steps, finally sitting on the ground with a thud.
"I’m going to call the police!"
The commotion caught the attention of the passing female students nearby.
Lin Baici sneered, as if he, the famished God Hunter, was afraid of them!
He didn’t even leave Haijing Normal University but continued to stroll around leisurely.
Xu Donggui’s face throbbed with pain as he quickly pulled out his phone and stealthily snapped a few photos of Lin Baici.
With pictures, I can find you even if I don’t know your name.
Xu Donggui originally wanted to report Lin Baici for illegal possession of a cultural relic, but after a moment’s thought, decided it would be cutting his nose to spite his face.
"How can I get my hands on that tortoiseshell?"
Xu Donggui followed Lin Baici from a distance, his brain churning with various thoughts.
Lin Baici held the tortoiseshell to his ear and asked.
"Master, rest assured, I have completed the curse, it will be ruined soon!"
’It’ spoke, and if it had a face, it would undoubtedly be smeared with flattery.
"Don’t pull any sudden aging or rapid deterioration curses, understand?"
Lin Baici hadn’t planned on dealing with ordinary people before, so he hadn’t gone over these precautions.
"Master, I am, after all, a Shang dynasty divination tortoiseshell. I’ve seen kings, ministers, sacrificial victims... countless. I know what to do and when."
’It’ chuckled, confident in its professional knowledge.
When it needed to display divine signs, ’it’ would create a grand spectacle, but when it needed to harm someone stealthily, it would do so without causing a ripple, as if nothing had happened.
Today was just a minor taste of its true capability. When in the royal palace, ’it’ had taken part in the killing of concubines, ministers, and even three kings—that was the most exhilarating time.
"What about your curse’s lethality towards a God Hunter?"
Lin Baici was curious.
"A curse, put simply, is also a form of strength, only more mysterious and unpredictable. The Divine Power that you God Hunters possess will weaken the power of the curse. The stronger you are, the weaker the effect of the curse!"
"Similarly, those with abundant qi and blood, those with strong bodies, will also have a slightly higher resistance to curses, but to me, all mortals are but ants!"
Lin Baici nodded, indicating his understanding.
"Master, I haven’t performed divination in a long time; my skills have grown rusty. Can we hold a festival so I can really enjoy myself?"