Alan’s Erotic Adventure
Chapter 16 Possessed by demons

Alan straightened up and acted like a gentleman, telling himself that now he was a fortune teller master.

No one, not even a 3-year-old kid, would be fooled by his trick. But it worked for Bard since he was crazy about superstition. In most case, businessmen were superstitious, which was their Achilles' heel. Alan didn't know if he could make it or not. If he could, his hot Amy would belong to him.

Only imaging that already made him excited. By that time, he would fuck her like he did to Sue to make her orgasm. It turned him on even more when he pictured Amy having orgasm.

Alan didn't visit Barton directly, for he thought that village woman hadn't left yet and he wanted to wonder around the Pear Village to see what the village was like. He was just entering the village, when he was approached by a group of women for fortune telling. Soon he found people of the Pear Village were superstitious. This was the only difference between the Pear Village and the Vergina Village.

Alan had no choice but to act as a fortune teller by contemplating while touching his beard. Of course, he was not a fortune teller. But he knew there are two key points to act like one. First is to flatter. Second is to observe. Alan took a look at the woman standing before him. She was in her early thirties, with big butts and breasts, a nevus beside her mouth. He knew she was a shrew.

"Your face looks nice with good fortune. Your butt is big enough to give birth to babies easily. Your big breasts indicate your children are blessed. The nevus beside your mouth brings you good luck. Lucks come for sure after you have more sex with your husband." Alan acted so well.

The village woman was delighted when she heard this. She thought it was totally right and handed him a few bucks in the tip jar. Surprised by the tips, he talked to himself, "I just made that up, but can still make money? I have something more important to do."

It had been a while when he made it to Barton's house. It was a mansion way more luxurious than houses beside it. Superstition was told by door gods painting on the door. Before the door there were two big trees. And a mirror was inset onto the wall. Alan looked into the mansion. Guess what? Barton was right there. Barton looks exactly the same as Amy and the village woman described. He had a round face and thick neck. He is a fool. He was sitting at the door while eating cooked corn.

Alan immediately acted like he was tired, walking over there, sitting on the step, and taking out his water jug for a drink. He felt hungry as he looked at Barton eating, then he smiled and said, "Barton, could you give me a bite on your corn?"

Barton had a glimpse at him, and turned his back to cover the corn to eat again. Alan was amused. 'Isn't it the way a fool acts? A normal person won't act like that.'

"How about I change your corn with a sugar?" Alan took out a sugar and handed it to Barton.

Barton giggled as he saw the sugar, "I am not a fool. Only a three-year-old kid will exchange it for a sugar," He continued to finish the cooked corn after that.

Alan was shocked. Barton clearly exclaimed he himself was not a fool. Alan stretched back his hand and took his jug up to drink, pretending he was drinking something really nice by making rumbling sound. Barton then turned around, "Hey, what are you drinking?"

Alan imitated him, turning back and covered his jug, "It's something you cannot drink." Then he continued drinking.

It made Barton even more curious about what was inside the jug. He was confused. But then, he handed his corn to Alan, "Can I exchange it with you?"

Alan chuckled, "A fool is a fool." But he still pretended to be unwanted, "Well, but only for a sip?"

Barton was delighted, took up the jug and swigged. But soon he realized it tasted strange. Then he handed the jug back, and run back inside the mansion.

Alan chuckled, "Haven't he ever been fooled?" After that, Alan stood up and hid under the tree shade. He saw Bard come back half an hour later. Bard looked like a butcher and had exactly the same big face and thick neck as Barton's.

Alan immediately rushed out from the shade and swaggered over to Barton. He put bamboo pole up high and shouted, "Fortune telling, does anyone need?"

As Alan expected, Bard took a look at him. When Bard was about to turn into the mansion, Alan said, "Whose house is this? It is surrounded by an intense unlucky aura. Something bad is going to happen! Someone is going to die unexpectedly. Can't stay here anymore!"

As Bard heard this, he knew it was about his mansion. "How come? I've invited a fortune teller master to come and swept the unlucky aura last month. Is something unlucky brought back home again?" "Wait, master. You just said this house was surrounded by an intense unlucky aura. Would you please explain it to me?" Barton didn't believe and wanted to know the reason.

Alan sighed and shook his head, "How couldn't you see the unlucky aura? The sky above the house is overcast. The tree root is filled with moths. And even the monster-telling mirror was broken. The aura is going to turn into a demon. It's too late. It's too late. I gotta go. I can't stay here any longer." Alan walked away as he spoke and shook his head endlessly.

Bard was shocked. He didn't believe what just heard. But the dark cloud existed truly. The tree was a Camphor tree bought from a fortune teller master. He never heard the Camphor tree had moths. This master must be a liar. However, when he looked up, he felt so upset that the mirror on the wall was really broken.

Bard was shocked with sweat. He rushed out to the tree, and almost passed out as he found there were several big and white moths crawling around. He was stunned when he found everything the master jus told was true. So he immediately ran after Alan.

"Master, wait. Please wait." Bard took a wad of cash while he spoke, "Master, you must help me with this!"

Alan did nothing but shook his head.

"Master, please don't shake head. It really scares me." Bard almost cried out.

"Well, I will help you not for the money but for I am a master of virtue. Let me check it out!" Alan again walked towards the house as if he was a real master while he couldn't stopped chuckling, "The dark cloud was a coincidence. And for the mirror, it was broken by myself just now when I got nothing to do. And for the tree, how could it be possible that there are moths around? All the moths were placed by me. You are in such a rush that you don't even identify what kind of moths they are."

Bard ran after instantly. Alan looked around from one side to the other side of the house, and put out his fingers to imitate what the god is doing when thinking. Alan looked even more like a fortune teller master with his eyes. He even assumed that he was born to be an actor.

"The house is really in an unlucky aura. Damn, someone was caught by it." Alan seemed panic and rushed inwards the house.

It made Bard even more scared when he heard something bad happened to someone. And he rushed more quickly than Alan, and shouted as he entered the house, "Barton, Barton!"

At the moment, a woman with a more panic face run out, "My Lord, My Lord, it's awful. I don't know what happens to Barton. Erythema is all over on his body as if he is possessed by demons."

What? Bard almost passed out. He then thought of Alan, "Master, master. Please save my son! He is my only child of our family. His mom died long before. I only have this kid. Please help me to save him!" Seeing this, Alan also laughed out. Barton just drank a little bit alcohol. He was allergic to alcohol, as told by the village woman Alan met on his way to the village. After the alcohol volatilized, he would be fine. They don't need to send him to hospital at all. The woman was stupid surely since she thought he was possessed by demons. Anyway, she helped Alan for that.

Of course, Bard knew what happened to Barton because he had the same symptom before. But Bard was illiterate. Whatever a doctor said to him, he believed. Last time Barton drank alcohol and got allergic. And the head of his village said Barton was possessed by demons. And guess what? He trusted it.

Nothing was more terrible than ignorance. ☐☐☐☐

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