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Chapter 87 Fortune Teller A-Zu and Clark

Clark stuffed the entire maple bread into his mouth.

"Didn't you eat?"

The expression on Zu's face when he looked at Clark was like he was looking at a giant python swallowing the pet cat of his neighbor next door.

Clark swallowed the bread and said to him reluctantly, "What?"

"I'm talking about your eating habits, Clark. I see you eat every day, but every time you eat, your eating habits are so unique."

Clark thought he was pretty normal.

"Ms. Kelly's cooking is better than the Godfather's, so sometimes I eat more."

It has been a week since Star-Lord arrived at the farm, and Zu has gradually begun to adapt to life with Kelly and Star-Lord at home.

Although he still doesn't like Star-Lord from the bottom of his heart.

I always feel that this guy will threaten my inheritance rights of the farm.

After all, this kid has the same name as his father.

But I can't show my dissatisfaction at home because it will make my father angry.

Besides, Ms. Kelly's cooking is better than Dad's, so if we try to kick her out, it would be more trouble than gain.

His conflicted mood made him very unhappy.

"You might want to get in shape. You eat more than Star-Lord."

When he was a baby, Star-Lord had a huge appetite, totally unlike an ordinary baby.

The result is that Star-Lord becomes fatter and fatter as he eats more.

Azu said to Clark: "Otherwise you will soon become a fat guy like Dahl or Star-Lord."

"It's okay. My Godfather said I have the metabolism of a rabbit."

"Okay, Mr. Rabbit."

A-Zu cast his eyes toward Ms. Nancy's shop on the street.

Across the street, he saw the flashing neon lights on the shop window. The fonts on the neon lights were extremely eye-catching: psychic fortune-telling, palm reading, and tarot card fortune-telling.

"Mr. Rabbit, do you want to try fortune-telling?"

He planned to take Clark to have his fortune told.

"No, I have no money."

Clark said he wanted to have his fortune told, but he didn't have enough money.

"It's okay, I have it."

A Zu said as he pulled out a ten dollar bill, "This is my pocket money from mowing the lawn. We can give it a try."

"Well, I also want to know if Ms. Nancy can tell fortunes."

Clark happily followed Azu to the fortune-telling room.

After pushing open the door, what came into their eyes was a small shop with fluorescent lights on, which was popular among knitting fans.

Brown shelves display soft blankets, baby hats, and skeins of yarn.

Ms. Nancy, who was sitting behind the desk, looked at the two naughty kids who came to visit with surprise.

"Welcome, children, how can I help you?"

Nancy did not drive them away because they were children. Instead, she asked them in a gentle tone.

"Hello, Miss Nancy, I would like to have a divination."

A-Zu tried his best to act like an adult.

"Uh-huh, for forty bucks, I can show you the ropes, kids."

Nancy said she could tell their fortunes for forty dollars.

"But I only have ten dollars, Miss Nancy, and if your fortune-telling is right, perhaps we will buy you a hat or something else someday."

A-Zu started to draw a big cake.

"make a deal!"

Ms. Nancy took the bill from A-Zu and tucked it into the collar of her wool shirt.

"What do you want to count?"

After letting the two sit down, Ms. Nancy asked them.

"I would like to know."

After a moment's hesitation, A-Zu glanced at Clark quickly, and then said, "Will you be honest with me, Miss Nancy?"

"I promise."

"No cheating, no hiding anything."

"Of course." "Okay."

A Zu finally made up his mind and asked the other party: "Um. Can you help me calculate whether I can inherit my father's farm?"

"what?!"

Nancy was stunned when she heard A-Zu's question.

Is this child thinking about his family’s farm at such a young age?
"Who are your parents?"

She asked A-Zu carefully.

"Peter Padrick."

"It's him. I know him."

Ms. Nancy smiled. "You want to inherit your father's farm, right, John?"

"Yes, but now something different has happened."

A Zu said in some distress: "I suddenly have a younger brother."

"You think he's a threat to you?"

Ms. Nancy was increasingly surprised.

Are kids nowadays so mature?
"Yes, I think that's possible."

"I don't think that's something you should be concerned about right now, but John, I'm willing to help you with divination, through the spiritualist technique of palm lines."

Nancy said as she asked the two to hold out their hands.

Clark pointed at himself in surprise, "Do I want one too?"

"Of course, I can tell the fortunes for both of you, Clark, you're included."

Clark nodded and hesitantly placed his hand over the other's.

Ms. Nancy's hand was warm, but Clark shuddered as if he had been electrocuted.

The three of them sat quietly, no one spoke.

Suddenly!

Ms. Nancy's hand suddenly grasped Zu and Clark tightly like a fly trap.

Ms. Nancy's eyes widened, and the whites of her eyes began to turn red from the burst blood vessels, as if she had seen some horrifying scene.

Feeling the other person's palm getting warmer and warmer, Clark felt like the other person wanted to melt his hand.

When the two saw each other's heads, they suddenly started shaking wildly.

Blood also dripped from her nose, staining the tablecloth red.

Ms. Nancy's frightening performance made Clark immediately pull his hand away from the other person.

A-Zu also quickly pulled his hand out, and they both took a step back at the same time, staring at Ms. Nancy who was having a seizure with wide eyes.

"Miss Nancy, are you all right?"

Clark asked the other party in a low voice.

"Who are you?"

Ms. Nancy looked at the two of them in confusion, breathing heavily and wiping the blood from under her nose.

"What do you mean?"

Nancy pointed at A-Zu and said, "There is something deep, black, and withered in you. It's calling for its mother like a lost child. You are the hand of death, you are the machine of death. I can hear the sound of belts driving and wheels turning!"

As she spoke, she took out a ten-dollar bill and stuffed it into Zu's pocket as quickly as possible.

"Here, I won't take your money. I don't want anything to do with him. Get out of here!"

"and many more!"

A-Zu wanted to say something, but the two of them were pushed out.

Standing at the door, A-Zu scratched his head in frustration.

He didn't quite understand why the other party said that to him.

But it seems that I understand a little bit.

I often dream about scary things, gloomy laboratories, and bloody human experiments. This is probably why the other party said that I am the god of death.

Unfortunately, I didn't ask about the inheritance of the farm.

He let out a sigh of regret, then looked at Clarke and found that he looked distracted.

"Clark, are you okay?"

"I think I saw something terrible."

(End of this chapter)