Max-Level Metaphysician: A Debt Repayment Journey-Chapter 191 - A Pitiable Person

Chapter 191: Chapter 191: A Pitiable Person

Chapter 191: Chapter 191: A Pitiable Person

Xia Xin, having no choice, could only first take a screenshot of the lottery drawing, announce it in the comment section, and then let those people send their personal birth details privately to Jiangli.

Many youngsters didn’t know what “personal birth details” referred to.

Xia Xin had to educate them once again.

Then, he gradually began receiving private messages.

Among them, two were respectfully written, clearly stating their birth details and request for divination.

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The other three were somewhat brief.

Xia Xin tried to communicate with them first to understand the whole story.

By now, it was already late at night.

Many people had already gone to rest.

Jiaoyang Temple in the old district of Nancheng was dark, with neighbors and shops on either side already closing up for the night, leaving the streets pitch-black.

Only inside Jiaoyang Temple, there was still some light.

For some people, midnight was just the beginning of life.

Take, for example, Wen Zishu.

After leaving Fu Shiyan’s place, Wen Zishu first went home to tidy up, then got a makeover before leisurely heading to a friend’s gathering.

He had really started to cultivate his mind and character these past two days.

Yesterday, he attended a business dinner.

Today’s gathering was with friends and, inevitably, some brought their female companions.

But there was nothing he could do; the invitation came from a good friend he couldn’t refuse.

Wen Zishu had to reluctantly show up, deliberately arriving a bit late.

Many friends knew of his playboy ways. Upon his arrival, they joked about him not bringing a female companion today and even offered to set him up with one.

Wen Zishu waved his hands repeatedly, picked up a glass, and clinked it with theirs, “I appreciate everyone’s kindness, but I’ve really changed. I’m no longer touching women, so don’t worry about me, please!”

“Mr. Xiaowen no longer touches women? The way you say that, could it be Mr. Xiaowen has changed his taste, now going for men instead?”

A mischievous friend nudged Wen Zishu’s arm, laughing lewdly.

Wen Zishu pushed the man away, looking disgusted, “Get lost! I’m serious, I’m cultivating my mind and character to be a good man now. From now on, if you can help it, don’t invite me to these kinds of gatherings!”

Seeing he seemed earnest, the others were quite astonished.

They were all well aware of Wen Zishu’s character.

So-called habits die hard, how could Wen Zishu have changed his ways overnight?

They were skeptical.

“Not to pry, Zishu, but did something happen to you?” The mischievous friend hooked his arm around Wen Zishu’s shoulder, snickering, “Or could it be that, in that department, you’re underperforming?”

Wen Zishu glared at him, “I’m perfectly capable! I just don’t want to mess around anymore, is that a problem? I’m telling you guys, don’t think being a playboy is good. If you keep it up, bad luck will follow, and you might attract some calamity. By then, it might cost you your life!”

The crowd laughed heartily, none taking Wen Zishu’s words to heart.

Wen Zishu couldn’t be bothered to explain further.

Among them were both good friends and fair-weather friends.

Talking too much might displease others, and reluctant to waste his breath, he just carried his glass away from the crowd.

Seeing he wasn’t interested, the crowd could only disperse, somewhat disheartened.

Wen Zishu, with a glass in hand, took a look around and saw a friend sitting in a corner, pouring his own drink. Wen Zishu walked over.

“Lao Shang, what are you doing here? All alone, you look so pitiful?”

In the corner sat a young man, just a little past his twenties, very handsome.

But he now looked somewhat haggard.

If there was someone familiar here, they’d recognize him at a glance—the popular idol group member, Shang Junxiao.

Shang Junxiao, hearing the voice, looked up and saw Wen Zishu. His face fell, “Brother, don’t make fun of me. I’m just a pitiful person now.”