After saying that, the aunt took out her wallet, took out three hundred yuan, and waved it around in front of Shi Luo's eyes.

Then she put the money in front of Shi Luo and said, "Forget it."

The aunt's voice was loud, and the wooden sign in front of Shi Luo and the two words on it were really eye-catching, so many people who loved watching the fun gradually gathered over.

Someone asked what happened, and the aunt told the story in a more exaggerated way.

"Girl, if you are really accurate, I will be one too." An old man just watched the fun and didn't think it was a big deal.

"And me." People who do good things tend to like to get together.

No one really believed that Shi Luo could tell fortunes, they were just waiting to see Shi Luo make a fool of himself.

Silence fell.

She raised her head and looked across the crowd.

After a while, someone squeezed in from outside.

She is a middle-aged woman.

This woman had a vicissitudes of life, a melancholy expression, and two deep grooves on her forehead, which were formed by frowning all the time. The woman rushed in front of Shi Luo and asked Shi Luo as if she was grasping at straws, "You can tell fortunes? What about you?"

Can you help me figure out where my child is now? Is he alive or dead?"

As she said that, the woman took out a few crumpled banknotes from her pocket with trembling hands. She held the money in front of Shi Luo and said, "I have almost five hundred yuan here. I'll give it all to you. Please help me. I've already given it to you."

I've been looking for him for twelve years. Even if you can't figure out where he is, just give me a direction and I'll look for him myself."

The woman was desperate. She was alone and illiterate. She used to run to the police station every day, but later there was no news. She had no choice but to go out and look for her on her own. But where could she look in the huge crowd?

Later, even though she joined many groups looking for her child, someone actually found her child, but her child was still unknown.

The woman started crying as she spoke. She knew she shouldn't believe Shi Luo, but she still held on to even a tiny bit of extravagant hope in her heart.

"Sister, you have to think clearly. This little girl doesn't look big, so how can she tell fortunes? Your money will be wasted." The aunt who had just come over advised the woman.

The woman couldn't listen to other people's advice. Her eyes were red and swollen, and her expression was haggard. She just looked at Shi Luo longingly, "Please help me figure it out. If I can't find my child, I really won't be able to survive."

The later the time passed, the more desperate the woman became, and she couldn't wait to leave.

She just couldn't bear to think about where her child might suffer.

Shi Luo asked: "Write down the time of your child's birth. Did you bring anything belonging to him? It doesn't matter whether it's worn or used."

"I've brought it, I've brought it." The woman took out a small box from the canvas bag she carried with her. The box looked old. The expression on her face seemed to be crying, smiling, but more of a nostalgic one. "This is mine.

I always carry my son’s fetal hair with me, is this useful?”

"Fetal hair is the best," Shi Luo replied.

The woman wrote the child's birthday again on the paper Shi Luo pushed over.

"Be specific to the minute and second," Shi Luo reminded again.

The woman remembers it clearly.

Shi Luo pinched his fingers and calculated the child's birth date.

She took out a painted talisman seal, took out three fetal hairs, and said to the woman: "I need three hairs from you."

The lady stretched out her hand and scratched her head, wishing that all the hair on her head would be pulled off.

"Three roots are enough." Shi Luo emphasized again.

The woman then let go of her hand and pulled out more than ten hairs at once. With trembling hands, she handed the hair to Shi Luo.

Take out three hairs and scatter them randomly on the talisman seal.

It was so quiet at the time that the crowds watching the excitement gradually calmed down, no one spoke, and the world was extremely quiet for a moment.

They watched Shi Luo with all their attention.

"Call your child's name, a big name." Shi Luo said to the woman, "Be sincere."

Not to mention ancient times, even now, when many children are frightened, family members will take the child's underwear and shout the child's name loudly at the place where the child is frightened, asking them to come back quickly. This is called "soul calling."

"Zhang Cheng, Zhang Cheng, Zhang Cheng—" the woman shouted louder and louder, almost with blood in her mouth.

Just as the woman was crying and shouting, the hair on the talisman slowly started to move.

There were several circles of people around here, and there was no wind. The fine hair began to move slowly, as if someone was dragging the hair. Looking carefully, these hairs were not moving randomly, but in an orderly manner.

It’s just that laymen can’t understand it.

At first, the woman's longer hair moved slowly. The hair that was originally scattered randomly on the talisman gradually moved closer to one place, and then the roots pointed directly to one place.

The three fetal hairs then begin to move slowly towards the long hair.

This scene was so fantasy that the people around did not dare to express their anger, for fear that their hair would be blown askew if they breathed harder. The woman simply covered her mouth, and her tears fell silently, and they fell when she was not disturbed.

However, the fetal hair did not move in the same order as the long hair, and the amplitude was much smaller. After about a minute, it stopped not far from the long hair and stopped moving. The three fetal hairs did not move as orderly as the long hair.

Shi Luo raised his head and looked at the woman.

The woman still didn't dare to speak. She knelt directly in front of Shi Luo and wanted to move towards Shi Luo, but she was afraid of disturbing the master.

Shi Luo helped the person up and said, "The fetal hair is moving, your child is still alive."

The woman burst into tears all of a sudden.

She had cried almost all her tears over the years, but she had never cried like this time. She vented all the pain, sorrow and depression of these years, and her whole body could not help but twitch.

"Your child is in the southwest." Shi Luo glanced at the talisman again and told the woman, "It's about two thousand miles away from here."

"You have to find out exactly which corner it is."

"Master, really, what you said is true, really?" The woman hurriedly wiped away her tears. Although the master did not say which province or city her child was in, the two points the master said made it easy for her to find her.

There were so many that the woman did not dare to ask for a more detailed address.

If it were someone else, he would definitely have to say a few words in a vague way. First, he must not ruin his own brand, and second, there are no absolutes in this kind of thing.

Shi Luo nodded, "Really."

"Go early." Shi Luo took out a hundred yuan from the money the woman took out and said to the woman, "This is enough."

The woman covered her mouth and wanted to kneel down again, but Shi Luo held her elbow firmly.

Although Shi Luo was thin, she was quite strong. The woman weighed more than 100 kilograms, but Shi Luo stopped her from kneeling down.

"Go." Shi Luo urged again.

The woman left the crowd, knelt down far away in the direction of Shi Luo, and kowtowed three times until her forehead bled.

Shi Luo's hand calmed the onlookers, especially the aunt and uncle who had ridiculed her just now. The aunt's face turned red and she hurriedly stuffed three hundred yuan into Shi Luo's hand, while begging for mercy, "Master, I just had

The eye cannot see Mount Tai, so don’t be blind to me. This is three hundred yuan. Master, please help me do the math."
Chapter completed!