Could it be that I am the cruel villain?
Chapter 67: The Calamity of Bloody Light

Chapter 67: Chapter 67: The Calamity of Bloody Light

At the same time, within the bustling State City, a master and servant were slowly walking along the street.

Not only that, they were followed by an old man who had been tailing them for almost half an hour.

"Miss, little miss, don’t go!"

In a mere flash, the aged and hunched old man appeared right in front of her, reaching out to grab the girl’s wrist.

"How dare you! Are you seeking death, you old wretch!"

Spiritual Energy burst forth within her, trying to repel the oblivious old man before her.

Face full of rage, for the past half an hour this old wretch had been pestering his lady, clamoring to tell her fortune, and even shouting about some ominous prophecy of bloodshed befalling his lady.

Merely thinking about it seemed to bring bad luck.

Uncle Zhao raised his strong palm in front of Yan Yurou, ready to slap to death the insensitive old man if he did not take the hint.

Although the Yan Family never bullied others based on their status, they were never cowardly. They had come to State City for a joyous occasion, to prepare the bridal gown and dowry for the wedding day, and now that these items had all been selected and prepared, they should naturally return home.

Mr. Yan had to stay a few more days before returning home, because he had dealings with other families in State City on a regular basis, and he had inherited many connections from Mr. Yan, so considering his personality, he would naturally want to deliver the invitations to each family personally.

However, just today of all days, just when his lady was planning to return to Qingshui County, they happened upon this old man spewing nonsense.

"Scram, or don’t blame me for being impolite!"

He issued a forceful threat, attracting the attention of everyone around, probably the reason why most people have a bad impression of the wealthy.

They wouldn’t guess what might have happened before the conflict erupted, they only choose to believe what they see or hear.

"Uncle Zhao, don’t..."

Her voice was very soft, she reached out to slightly tug at Uncle Zhao’s sleeve, which made the man feel somewhat helpless.

His lady was good in every way, only too gentle. With his own temper, he would have chosen to leave upon encountering a swindler, not bothering with them at all, but his lady was different, always curious to listen to the swindler’s nonsense.

And she was also kind-hearted, although she was about to be married, she was not angry even when someone prophesied a fatal disaster for her, but instead tried to reason with the old wretch peacefully.

But the result?

Naturally, the old man did not know restraint and took things even further, attempting to lay his hands on her.

The burst of Spiritual Energy made the old man’s body shiver, and his expression seemed somewhat incredulous as if he had seen something unimaginable.

"Old man, if you have something to say, please speak. However, Yurou is in a hurry to return home and cannot delay for too long."

She showed a smile of apology, but this made the old man crack an even wider smile.

"Hehe, is the little maiden in a rush to return home to get married?"

"...Yes."

Her face turned red.

She seemed a bit embarrassed, and before she could ask how he guessed it, his next words drastically changed both their expressions!

"The ominous prophecy of bloodshed stems from this, little maiden, this marriage absolutely must not proceed..."

"Shut your mouth!"

While it has always been a tradition to respect the elderly and love the young, faced with such a situation, probably anyone would have fists ready to fly.

"No, Uncle Zhao, let’s, let’s first hear how this old man has come to his conclusion..."

Hastily intervening.

Yan Yurou has always been this gentle by nature, though Uncle Zhao has been warning her not to believe such swindlers, she felt that this one was different from those in the past.

Hearing his mistress’s words, Uncle Zhao could only sigh. As both Yan Yurou’s coachman and protector, he was very aware of his mistress’s temperament.

In simple terms, it meant that not only would they be made nauseous by this old swindler, they would also be taken advantage of financially.

Seeing the pretty young lady finally willing to pause, the old man just chuckled with a leering smile that was infuriating just to look at, and then he put on an air of mystery and said,

"Young girl, you are finally willing to listen to this old man’s words; you are much smarter than that big, dumb brute beside you with nothing but brute strength in his skull."

"You..."

Her fist clenched.

With the corner of his eye, Uncle Zhao could scarcely contain his rage, while Yan Yurou only said in a soft voice, "Old sir, you want to read my fortune, but I must clarify that I don’t give away my birth details so easily."

"Heh heh, rest assured, rest assured, with the capabilities of this old man, I do not need any birth details."

Stroking his gray beard, the old man walked circles around the young girl, examining her, while Uncle Zhao kept his eyes fixed on the old man, feeling like he could throw a punch at any moment. After a few breaths, the old man spoke.

"This marriage must not go ahead. Young girl, if you believe me, do not return home. Once the dust has settled, at best there will be misfortune, family discordance, and ruin, and at worst, your Divine Soul will be destroyed, you’ll suffer Ten Thousand Tribulations, and be forever plunged into Hell. If you do not stop it in time, it’s hard to avoid such a demise."

Before he could finish his speech, a gust of wind swept through from the side!

Yan Yurou may have a good temperament and able to endure, but that didn’t mean Uncle Zhao could, being harassed by a street swindler was an unlucky event in itself, especially since his mistress was about to have a big wedding, and this clueless old thing even came to tell fortunes.

His words nothing but ominous, death-inviting phrases.

But though the old man seemed frail and shaky, he was actually agile, just sidestepping to avoid, then shaking the stick he picked up from somewhere and yelling loudly.

"Hey! You blind coachman, have you no sense of martial ethics?"

"If only I were a few years younger, I would crack your head open with my walking stick!"

"Don’t get violent; stop, this is the street, I’m telling you, there are people everywhere... eek eek, murder!"

"Someone is committing murder in the street! Someone is bullying an old man, ouch!"

"What sin have I committed to deserve such bullying from the house of the powerful!"

Embedded in his DNA, the skill of scamming.

Seeing the coachman about to make a move, that old thing immediately threw his walking stick down and threw himself onto the ground and began wailing and craying out for his parents; his piteous cries were enough to move onlookers and bring listeners to tears.

"People are bullying an old man, bullying me, a lonely old man without children."

"Only know how to show off in front of this old man, the morals of society have degenerated so far, and the hearts of people are not what they used to be!"

"I’m dying, ouch, I’m going to be beaten to death by this unreasonable coachman..."

Her vision went black as if she was about to pass out.

She hadn’t even touched this old man, but now he played the victim first, and what’s worse, he attracted the attention of the entire street to her.

Her face went thorugh changes like a chameleon; if it were in Qingshui County, she bet she would’ve already killed this old man on the spot, but the problem is.

This is State City.

Mr. Yan has told her a thousand times not to cause any trouble on other people’s turf.

Lady Yan was just as surprised by the current situation, but there was no anger in her eyes, only curiosity as she blinked and asked,

"Old sir... why do you feel this way? Yan Yurou’s fiancé is quite outstanding."