The Doctor went to find the Nun for a divination early in the morning.
Sitting opposite the Nun, he cupped his face in his hands and said with utmost seriousness:
“My Lord is about to take Xingyuan to a dungeon soon. Do a divination and see.”
The Nun was mending Xu Xingyuan’s clothes, her beautiful fingers holding a fine needle.
“Since it is something my Lord has already decided, truly no one can stop it.”
Her hands were very skilled. Around the tear in the clothes, she embroidered a small, colorful flower.
“What question do you want me to divine?”
The Doctor rubbed his hands together. “When to enter the dungeon, the smoothness of this dungeon run, and Xu Xingyuan’s future.”
“Alright.” The Nun finished the last stitch, folded Xu Xingyuan’s clothes neatly, and set them aside.
She wiggled her fingertips like a magic trick, and a mysterious deck of Tarot cards appeared in her palm.
The backs of these Tarot cards seemed to hide a miniature, vast universe. The pattern on the back of each card was different, mysterious and magnificent.
The Nun’s Tarot cards possessed their own life consciousness. They hovered spontaneously above the table, and the air in the entire room was instantly evacuated.
An invisible, transparent space enveloped the Nun and the Doctor, entering the fourth dimension of time.
“Let’s divine the first question: When to enter the dungeon.”
The Nun moved her fingertips, and the Tarot cards before her moved with them.
They formed a circle, jumping one after another, spinning faster and faster until they were a blur.
Finally, a card with a moon on its back landed automatically on the table.
The Nun glanced at it and gave the answer: “Entering the dungeon at 12:00 AM is the best time.”
The Doctor nodded seriously. “Second question: The smoothness of this dungeon run?”
The Nun returned the dropped card to the deck. This divination took a little longer.
About half a minute later, a card with a four-leaf clover engraved on the back landed right in the Nun’s hand.
“Minor mishaps, but basically very smooth.”
Only the last question remained.
“Xu Xingyuan’s future.”
The Doctor hadn’t thought too deeply about it. In his view, Xu Xingyuan was at most a cute human with special blood.
But he hadn’t thought carefully: Why did Gu Nian, who disdained even top-tier blood, only not reject Xu Xingyuan’s blood?
For this point alone, Xu Xingyuan was no simple, ordinary human.
When the Nun began divining the third question, the originally still space suddenly began to vibrate!
The Tarot cards trembled violently. A massive black hole appeared in the starry sky on the backs of the cards, and the entire card table began to lose control.
With a soft crack, a fissure suddenly appeared from the center of the brow on the Nun’s complete mask!
Before the Tarot cards went completely out of control, the Nun quickly scattered the deck, her fingers tightly gripping the mask that was about to fall off.
With the Doctor’s help, it took about five minutes for the scene to slowly stabilize.
The Doctor opened his eyes, his silvery-white snake pupils staring at the Nun, a hint of surprise in his gaze.
“What did you see?”
The Nun clutched the mask, on which the crack was growing larger, and took several deep breaths, her chest heaving violently.
Only after the crack on the mask completely disappeared did she gradually return to calm and slowly speak:
“I saw darkness.”
“Huh?” The Doctor froze. “Meaning… Xu Xingyuan has no future?”
The Nun’s divination accuracy was 100%. From the first day she started divining until now, she has never missed.
Even Gu Nian trusted the Nun’s divination results very much, actively seeking her out for a reading at necessary moments.
Who would have thought that divining Xu Xingyuan’s future would almost cause a disaster?
“It’s not that he has no future,” the Nun adjusted her mask. “He has a future, but I cannot see it clearly.”
The Doctor slammed the table. “How is that possible!”
To divine someone’s future and probe their destiny’s trajectory, one’s strength needed to be many times greater than the other party’s.
It was very reasonable that the Nun dared not calculate Gu Nian’s future casually.
But Xu Xingyuan was a human. How could the Nun be unable to observe his future?
From a certain perspective, the Tarot observed that Xu Xingyuan’s strength was much greater than the Nun’s, which led to the Nun not having the right to view it.
The Doctor, who had initially treated Xu Xingyuan as an ordinary person, could no longer stay calm or sit still.
He quickly said goodbye to the Nun, actively found Xu Xingyuan sweeping in the courtyard, and grabbed him.
Xu Xingyuan held his broom, looking at the Doctor in bewilderment.
“Xingyuan, are you hiding something from me?”
“No,” Xu Xingyuan shook his head confusedly. “I’ve told you everything I can say.”
The Doctor looked at Xu Xingyuan in disbelief. “Then do you have any superpowers?”
“Like mind reading, stopping time, growing big or small, shooting lightning, or even predicting the future?”
Hearing this, Xu Xingyuan extended a small hand, touched the back of his hand to the Doctor’s forehead, and muttered:
“No fever.”
The Doctor’s lip twitched. “Xingyuan, do you seriously not have any special abilities?”
“Of course,” Xu Xingyuan said very seriously. “If I had special abilities, I definitely would have handed myself over to the state first.”
The Doctor thought about it. Given Xu Xingyuan’s personality, it seemed like something he would actually do.
“Originally, I was worried about what you’d do in the dungeon, but now I’m not worried.”
Since even the Nun couldn’t observe Xu Xingyuan’s future, this child definitely had something unique about him.
However, the Doctor still wasn’t willing to give up. He dragged Xu Xingyuan to find Berus and asked to borrow his scythe.
Berus, with a leaf in his mouth, casually summoned his cool-looking scythe and handed it to the Doctor.
“If you dare use my scythe to hoe your herb garden again, prepare to die.”
The Doctor automatically ignored Berus’s words. Holding the scythe, he asked Xu Xingyuan:
“Xingyuan. Handsome, right? Cool, right? Flashy, right?”
Xu Xingyuan nodded honestly. Indeed, very handsome, very cool, super flashy!
The Doctor generously handed the scythe over. “I am Berus, and I agree to voluntarily gift this scythe to Xu Xingyuan.”
“?” Berus tilted his head in shock.
Xu Xingyuan carefully reached out to take the scythe. The moment the Doctor let go—
Xu Xingyuan’s body staggered, his knees went weak, and if the Doctor hadn’t caught him in time, he would have knelt directly on the ground!
“H… Heavy.”
Xu Xingyuan used all his strength, his whole face turning red, but he couldn’t budge the scythe a single inch.
The Doctor fell silent.
Berus fell silent too.
Seeing Xu Xingyuan wanting to keep trying, the two tacitly intervened at the same time to stop him.
“It’s okay,” the Doctor actively consoled. “Maybe your talent isn’t in strength, Xingyuan.”
Berus followed up with comfort. “Maybe Xingyuan’s talent is in his brain!”
“Besides, if this road doesn’t work, we still have Plan B.”
“If this Plan B is used well, you can walk straight to the peak of life.”
Xu Xingyuan was sweating profusely from exhaustion. He panted as he wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked instinctively:
“W-What Plan B?”
The Doctor straightened Xu Xingyuan’s shoulders and said righteously:
“Cultivate feelings with Gu Nian.”
Berus understood instantly. Following in the Doctor’s footsteps, he said seriously:
“Make Gu Nian become your most loyal little brother!”