Five days later.
Inside the bedroom.
Ji Yueyi looked at the still lively white mouse and finally made up her mind.
"It's been several days and this white mouse hasn't shown any signs of calamity. This means that the fortune-telling sticks can change their predictions."
"I have the Future Diary Book, I can change the future completely."
Ji Yueyi took a deep breath, then took out the fortune-telling sticks, held them in her hands, and shook them.
Rustling.
The slips representing good or bad luck rolled and collided inside the old container.
Ji Yueyi held the fortune-telling sticks and silently prayed in her heart: 'Tell me, is the future of humanity good or bad?'
Rustling.
As the slips rolled, one old slip suddenly flew out of the container and landed on the table.
Ji Yueyi put down the container and picked up the slip.
There were only two words on the old slip.
"Great calamity..."