Qin Huai was all set for palm reading, face reading, handwriting analysis, reporting numbers, tossing copper coins, and casting turtle shells, but unexpectedly, Zhou Hu asked him to draw tarot cards.

Master Zhou really was quite comprehensive.

He dabbled in multiple cons.

Initially, Qin Huai thought there was a pretty high chance that Zhou Hu could successfully cross the tribulation on his own, but now it seems...

The guy is actually the most dangerous one; he genuinely can't afford to be unemployed. Once he loses his job, he starts venturing into metaphysical scams. The Chinese methods have become insufficient for Master Zhou's research, and now he's exploring Western ones too.

"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9." Qin Huai casually reported nine numbers. Zhou Hu didn't feel he was joking around and calmly and seriously drew the first nine cards one by one, arranging them into a 3x3 grid.

Chen Huihong was already curiously leaning over Qin Huai, even closer than Qin Huai himself.

Qin Huai focused and realized he didn't recognize a single card among the nine, so he had to wait for Zhou Hu to explain.

If Qin Luo was in the kitchen, Qin Luo might recognize them. Qin Huai vaguely remembered that this unlucky kid really liked playing with these during middle school, often playing rounds with classmates in the classroom, and eventually having them confiscated by the teacher. As for whether they were accurate or not, Qin Huai never asked.

In Qin Huai's view, if they were accurate, Qin Luo should have been able to predict her cards would be confiscated by the teacher.

Zhou Hu squinted at the cards on the table for a while, then smiled with a relaxed expression, even his lips slightly curled up: "Master Qin, your wishes will come true."

Qin Huai couldn't help but look at Zhou Hu. He rarely heard such good results from Zhou Hu's mouth; usually, whenever Zhou Hu did a reading for him, it didn't end well.

"According to the cards, Master Qin, the issue currently on your mind will soon be resolved, and it will be a result that you, along with everyone else, will be satisfied with."

"However, the spread is a bit strange. Master Qin, do you know what your inner confusion is? It shows that you are actually in a sort of bewilderment, thinking that you are clear-minded, but in reality, you do not know the truth, only very close to it."

"This matter is quite important to you, and you require the help of others, but the outcome is good because you've received assistance from many people."

"Just from the cards, you are poised for a pretty good outcome, quite nice, Master Qin, your wishes will indeed come true, and the final result will exceed your expectations."

Qin Huai didn't care about what Zhou Hu specifically said; he just silently watched Zhou Hu, staring at him, trying to signal with his eyes, since that's the case, why not give me a side quest already?

Isn't the wish supposed to come true? Aren't you the one issuing the task, come on Nine-tailed Fox mission.

Stop studying tarot; you're a Nine-tailed Fox after all. A Nine-tailed Fox donning a robe, holding a crystal ball, giving tarot readings every day, is that even reasonable?

Zhou Hu: ?

What does Qin Huai mean by this? Not believing what he says, using his piercing stare to signal him, does Master Qin not even want such good news, perhaps grown addicted to hearing bad outcomes, not used to suddenly hearing something so positive?

No one could answer Zhou Hu's confusion as he didn't have another moment of leisure after drawing the cards for Qin Huai. Compared to traditional feudal superstitions like divination and Zhou Yi, tarot evidently attracted Chen Huihong and An Youyou more.

Reportedly tarot readings were also 15 yuan each, so Chen Huihong boldly transferred 150 yuan to Zhou Hu, indicating she wanted ten readings, starting with whether Huihui should continue her violin lessons next year. Chen Huihong always felt that the teacher was unreliable and possibly ripping her off, and Huihui didn't seem particularly fond of the violin, perhaps cultivate another interest.

After Chen Huihong completed 5 readings, An Youyou made a lavish transfer of 15 yuan to Zhou Hu to find out if she would have financial luck in the next three months, and whether she could make a fortune.

The predicted result seemed exceptionally blessed, with overflowing fortunes. It wasn't just about making a fortune; it was practically hitting the lottery and instantly achieving financial independence. Just from the result, it felt like An Youyou would hit a 100 million jackpot within three months.

An Youyou was so thrilled that she was nearly moved to tears and immediately transferred another 15 yuan to Zhou Hu indicating she wanted another reading.

Qin Huai saw all this, feeling it was practically the birth of a real-life victim.

Who says 15 yuan per session can't be a scam?

Qin Huai just stood by the steamer, waiting for the Fermented Rice with Steamed Buns to be ready while watching An Youyou and Chen Huihong with their tarot sessions. Perhaps because these two stooges were too cooperative, even those who weren't very interested in tarot, like Uncle Wang, seemed tempted. Qin Huai observed Uncle Wang's stance, estimating that Wang Gen Sheng might transfer 15 yuan to Zhou Hu within 5 minutes to try a reading.

Qin Huai pulled out his cellphone to snap a photo, intending to save it for Luo Jun when he reincarnates to show him the evidence of how Chen Huihong got swindled out of 150 yuan by Zhou Hu.

Speaking of Luo Jun... he's still reincarnating.

It's the first time Qin Huai felt that the underworld's work efficiency was so slow. Can't they expedite it somehow, Bi Fang? Everyone is eagerly awaiting Luo Jun's quick reincarnation, and during this period, everyone feels uneasy without free fruits.

Just as Qin Huai reached to open the game panel to double-check if Luo Jun had successfully reincarnated, Mr. Xu cheerfully transferred 15 yuan to Zhou Hu to indicate he also wanted to have a reading done.

Qin Huai: ...

Alright, another victim added.

Qin Huai glanced over at the only person like him who hadn't joined the crowd, Zhao Cheng'an. Zhao Cheng'an was standing there, guarding by the steamer as if guarding some treasure. No one would know it wasn't gold steaming in the steamer, but buns.