52 Bonhyang Haewondang (3)

The next morning, Yoo Se-chan led me to a fortune-teller's in Incheon.

Beside a building that looked like a remodeled tile-roofed house was a vast parking lot, and every car occupying it was a luxury model.

Despite its fairly remote location, nearly a hundred people were waiting outside nearby, bowing, praying, and muttering something over and over.

This made the sign announcing “Ten groups a day, 100% reservation-only” seem utterly pointless.

“It looks like even the people scheduled for this evening have all come already.”

“And probably people who aren't supposed to come for several days, too.”

“Huh?”

“The logic is that coming early and waiting shows that much devotion, and the ancestral spirits will recognize it.”

“I see.”

This wasn't even an overnight line for a subculture event, so seeing well-off people behaving like that was bizarre...