The last words of Old Luo left Li Changqing sitting at the tea stall in a daze for a long time.

If a fortune teller told him that he would encounter a bloody disaster in the next two days, Li Changqing would simply dismiss it as nonsense. How could there be so many bloody disasters in a day?

Even a splinter in his finger would be considered a bloody disaster in their eyes.

He would just laugh it off.