Chapter 308: Chapter 308

"How do you know about this mechanism?" The Mo Family Head looked at Xiaoyao and asked. He couldn't figure it out—this place had always been under his management, and Xiaoyao had never had access to here. He could be certain of this point.

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"I've been here for so long that I'm very familiar with every blade of grass and tree here," Xiaoyao replied.

"That's not a reason. Even with a long time, it's impossible to know. You simply can't access this place." The Mo Family Head shook his head. "Could it be that Mo Yu told you? No, that's not right. Mo Yu doesn't know either. I didn't tell her, and she's not interested in these things."

"Access doesn't necessarily have to be direct—it can also be indirect. Anyway, I just know. I think at this moment, you're also not interested in discussing this problem with me." Xiaoyao leisurely sat in the chair that only the family head could sit in. This chair was very solid and comfortable, and he even closed his eyes to start enjoying it.

"Are you trying to wait?" The Mo Family Head looked at Xiaoyao and said coldly.

"That's right, I'm waiting," Xiaoyao nodded with his eyes closed.

"Xiaoyao, I admit I underestimated you a bit. As long as you come out and don't say anything, we'll consider this matter settled." The Mo Family Head said. He also didn't want the Young Miss to see this situation. At the same time, once the Young Miss came, he couldn't do anything to Xiaoyao anymore. The result would be the same—he'd have to let Xiaoyao go. Rather than that, it was better to negotiate conditions now and let this matter be swept under the rug.

"As long as you give the sir an antidote, without waiting for Mo Yu to come, I can promise you won't be in trouble—at least not today." The Mo Family Head added another sentence.

Xiaoyao gently shook his head and said, "Sorry, I think you've misunderstood something. I am waiting, but not for the Young Miss to return. I'm waiting to see when this Divine Calculator will calculate his own fate. There isn't much time left."

Xiaoyao's words made the Mo Family Head feel as if his face had been slapped. This clearly indicated he was being presumptuous, and others seemed to have the same feeling, so no one spoke at this moment.

At this moment, the Divine Calculator's whole body shuddered. Xiaoyao's latter phrase about "not much time left" was talking about his life, reminding him that if he continued wasting time here, he would be wasting his own life.

So the Divine Calculator began calculating with his fingers. This wasn't the first time he had told his own fortune, but he hadn't expected it would be under such circumstances. This was also something he couldn't calculate accurately. At the same time, he knew that no matter how he calculated, it wouldn't be accurate—everything depended on Xiaoyao's intentions.

His life was in Xiaoyao's hands. Wait, could his meaning be to demonstrate this point—that fate could be controlled by people's hands, not just by heaven's will?

"No matter what I calculate, you'll choose the opposite to prove that humans can also control destiny, right? Then what meaning is there in whatever I choose?" The Divine Calculator looked at Xiaoyao and asked.

"You're wrong. I won't choose the opposite. I'll only choose one path. You can calculate for yourself what exactly that is," Xiaoyao shook his head and said.

"Then you want me to die. I definitely won't be able to save my life." The Divine Calculator gritted his teeth. At this moment, he didn't need to calculate at all—he just needed to make a choice, just as he had thought before: one was to save his life, the other was to save his reputation.

As a result, his decision was to choose to preserve his life. This was also what the vast majority of people would choose. Except for some fanatics who would choose to preserve reputation over life, he obviously wasn't one of them.

"Is this what you calculated?" Xiaoyao asked.

"That's right. I calculated that I will die today," the Divine Calculator said through gritted teeth.

"Since that's the case, then let's follow heaven's will and let you die." Xiaoyao smiled—a somewhat sunny smile, as if this matter was something worth celebrating for him.

"You... what do you mean?" The Divine Calculator stared blankly at Xiaoyao. He hadn't expected Xiaoyao would say this. It wasn't what he had thought—that he would only lose his reputation but could preserve his life.

"My meaning is that you can peacefully go die." Xiaoyao replied indifferently.

"No, you can't do this. You should do the opposite. You should save me." The Divine Calculator began shouting hysterically. He was afraid because he had to face death.

Xiaoyao slowly opened his eyes and said, "Why should I do the opposite? Since you study this, don't you know? Some things are destined. If you want to change them, you must pay a price. Why should I pay this price for you?"

"There is. As long as you save me, I can give you benefits. I'll give you my family wealth and teach you the art of fortune telling." The Divine Calculator pleaded with Xiaoyao. At this moment, his life was in Xiaoyao's hands—he had no choice but to plead.

Before this, no one would have thought that dealing with a small fry like Xiaoyao wouldn't be an easy task. But the result was that Xiaoyao had grasped the initiative and controlled others' life and death.

This was such an ironic thing, such an unbelievable thing, but it had to be said that this was a fact—an indisputable fact.

Even more ironic was that they could only watch helplessly, unable to do anything else.

"Money and wealth are external things—I don't need them. As for the art of fortune telling, I'm afraid yours isn't as good as mine, so I don't need it either." Xiaoyao shook his head and said.

"What? You say I'm not as good as you? What kind of joke is that? How old are you?" The Divine Calculator didn't believe it. Even facing death, he didn't believe it, and he forgot about his attitude.

In his view, even if Xiaoyao had been studying this path since the womb, it would be impossible to catch up with him, someone who had been immersed in this path for decades. This was absolutely impossible.

This was actually a kind of confidence from the Divine Calculator—confidence in his fortune-telling arts, which had few rivals under heaven. Not to mention a young junior like Xiaoyao, even those old people weren't his opponents and couldn't compare to him.

"This isn't something that can be explained by age alone. I also don't want to prove anything because there's no need. You're someone who's about to die—there's simply no need to prove anything to you." Xiaoyao shook his head. He wasn't explaining anything. Why did such things necessarily need to be proven?

"I can't die. Name it—as long as you can say it, I'll agree to everything, as long as you give me the antidote." The Divine Calculator cast aside everything, because nothing was more important than life. Only at his age did he know how precious life was.

"Giving you the antidote is useless because your poisoning is already deep—it has penetrated to the bone marrow. It's not something an antidote can save." Xiaoyao shook his head, plunging the Divine Calculator into the abyss.

"You're lying to me. You're lying to me." The Divine Calculator shook his head, shouting heartbreakingly.

"No, the antidote is already useless for you. However, I can save you. As long as you're not dead, I have ways to save you. It's just that this requires me to spend a lot of time and energy. Again, why should I spend so much for you?" Xiaoyao said indifferently.

"You can't refuse to save someone in danger." The Divine Calculator thought of ten thousand reasons and found they were all useless. It seemed only this one was relatively useful, although it looked very illusory.

"Indeed, I can't refuse to save someone in danger, but this also depends on the person. For some people who are dying, I would only step on them a few times." Xiaoyao smiled somewhat evilly. "You absolutely belong to the type I would step on several times. You should be grateful that I'm not making you suffer right now and allowing you to die so peacefully."

When Xiaoyao spoke these last words, his tone began to become somewhat cold, seemingly carrying a hint of hatred, which made the Divine Calculator terrified.

Regardless of the reason, if there was hatred toward him, under such circumstances, Xiaoyao definitely wouldn't save him. But what exactly was the reason?

"Young Master Xiaoyao, I was wrong. I shouldn't have calculated your fate or let the Mo family know about your affairs." The Divine Calculator was still very sensible. At this moment, regardless of whether he offended the Mo family, the most important thing was to beg Xiaoyao to spare him. His life was now in the hands of this small fry whom he had previously considered worthless.

Even if the Mo family came to settle accounts later, that would be a future matter. Moreover, under such circumstances, the Mo family wouldn't come to settle accounts with him—at most they would just stop associating with him.

"Your mistake isn't here. You're just some small fry. Being messed with by you small fry is harmless—I don't care at all." Xiaoyao said indifferently.

Xiaoyao's statement directly stimulated everyone. The small fry in their eyes was actually calling them small fry, completely not taking them seriously. How could they bear this?

Previously, they could still refute something, but now when they wanted to refute, it seemed powerless because they indeed had no way to deal with Xiaoyao. Moreover, from beginning to end, Xiaoyao had never taken them to heart.

At this moment, no one would think that Xiaoyao didn't understand the situation. On the contrary, he understood the situation too clearly—he even knew situations that everyone else didn't know.

"Then what is it for?" the Divine Calculator said.

"What is it for? Of course it's for my boss. Because of one sentence from you, she hasn't enjoyed family warmth in this lifetime. This was something she should have had. She has family, she has relatives, but because of your words, she lives alone in loneliness." Xiaoyao looked coldly at the Divine Calculator, a cold smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

Although he wouldn't specifically seek revenge for this matter, he also had a trace of anger in his heart. Now that the Divine Calculator had delivered himself and was also causing Xiaoyao to be surrounded and killed by the Mo family, it would be strange if he saved him.

"This... I was only..."

"Speaking truthfully, right? But did you explain clearly that this matter could be resolved? Heaven doesn't cut off all paths for a person—it always leaves a way out. So what if it's the Heavenly Fiend Lone Star? As long as one works hard to resolve it, it can still be done." Xiaoyao said indifferently. "You just chose the explanation most beneficial to yourself, and this Mo Family Head is the same. You two together could be called a perfect match."