When will you die?

Su Qingtian frowned slightly and tried to avoid it. From the corner of her eye, she saw Xiao Jiu who was carefully protecting the candy man and pursed her lips.

You can escape the first day of the junior high school, but you can't escape the fifteenth day.

Sighing, the little girl walked towards the stall.

"Ten coins and one hexagram can help you seek good luck and avoid bad luck. If it doesn't work, you don't need money -"

"Young master, do you want to tell your fortune?"

Looking at the direction Su Qingtian was going, Xiao Jiu quickly stopped her, "Don't believe the words of these quacks."

Su Qingtian saw the faint fear on the young man's face.

Back then, because someone approved of his fate of being a slave to relatives and friends, he was abandoned by his parents and driven away, and he lived like a wandering orphan all his life.

"Yes, that person must be a liar."

Xiao Nan said with a proud face, "Sister, you are much better than him, why do you want to settle with him?"

If Tiantian sister hadn't appeared, he himself would have died a few nights ago, and he would have been much better than this stall to deceive people.

Seeing that both of them stopped her, Su Qingtian made up a reason.

"I'm just a little curious and want to see if he is correct."

She works really hard to earn some merit and gold for her little brother!

Before the three of them could react, Su Qingtian had already walked to the fortune-telling stall.

"Little girl, what do you want to ask?"

The fortune teller was over fifty years old and had a goatee beard.

He gently rubbed his goatee at the corner of his mouth with one hand, and his slow tone had a mysterious sense of immortality.

"I want to calculate when you will die."

As she said this, the little girl took out a couple of silver coins and put them on the table, staring at the old man with her big eyes.

Such an obvious reminder should be very direct!

The old fortune teller was immediately furious. How could anyone curse someone like this?

He originally wanted to drive away the troublemaking kid, but the other party actually took out the money and looked serious.

In front of money, he instantly lost his spine.

The three people behind him couldn't help but be shocked when they heard Su Qingtian asking such questions.

Xiao Nan knew that Sister Tiantian must have a reason for what happened, and Lu Wuming also knew to some extent what the young lady was capable of. Only Xiao Jiu looked surprised and confused.

But seeing that Brother Lu didn't say anything, he had no choice but to stand behind Su Qingtian and wait.

If the old fortune teller gets angry, he can protect his master and leave.

"Ten years ago, my master did tell me a fortune telling."

The old fortune teller put on the same look as before and said leisurely, "I have a life expectancy of eighty-eighty years."

"Why don't you tell yourself a fortune now and see if it has changed?"

Seeing that the other party did not understand her point, Su Qingtian asked, "Are you sure it's eighty-eight?"

Now the old fortune teller couldn't stand it any longer.

What's going on with this damn kid? Why did he suddenly come here to fight with an old man like him? It's so unlucky to say he's not dead!

The melon farmer on the side also noticed the commotion at the fortune-telling stall, and happily watched the old Taoist priest with his cattail fan.

He still knows this old way, but he is just a wild man who has become a monk halfway.

I just picked up a broken Bagua book from a street stall, learned a few words and memorized some fortune-telling formulas, and soon became a self-proclaimed fortune teller.

He's just half-empty and he's not satisfied with what he's doing, but his mouth has deceived a lot of people over the years.

Today, we have encountered a tough situation.

The old fortune teller glanced at the busy melon farmers and ignored them. His eyes were filled with the one tael of silver that the little boy put in front of him.

Make money, don’t be shabby!

For this few taels of silver, the old man pretended to count on his fingers.

The little girl didn't know which family she was from. She went out with her servant to watch the excitement and saw her own stall. How could she not accept the free money?

Besides, if a little kid can understand whether fortune is told or not, it's just because of his excessive curiosity.

After muttering a few unintelligible words in a serious manner, the old man put down his hand and said to Su Qingtian in a serious manner.

"Little girl, my fate has not changed. I will indeed live to be eighty-eight years old."

Seeing the old man being so perfunctory, Su Qingtian sighed secretly.

Even after being reminded that he still wasn't taking this seriously at all, he couldn't say anything more.

She had an idea and said to the old Taoist.

"Would you like me to tell you a fortune?"

Now the old man was confused. This was the first time in all these years that someone wanted to tell his fortune.

"This young lady, the art of cultivating Taoism is very difficult for anyone to learn, not to mention you are still young."

"Even if you have one or two wisdom roots, it is impossible to reach the state of predicting other people's lives."

With that said, the old Taoist started wiping his goatee again.

"Even though I'm an experienced person, it took me nearly fifty years to study this fortune-telling technique thoroughly before I dared to set up this stall to do calculations for people."

"I count it as mine."

Su Qingtian insisted and handed over a tael of silver.

"It doesn't hurt to listen."

Seeing that all the money was in front of him, the old fortune teller no longer refused to resist Su Qingtian.

In his eyes, this is just a child who loves to play and make trouble.

Picking up the silver and putting it in his arms, the old fortune teller leaned leisurely on his chair and looked at the little girl.

"Since I insist, how about we calculate when I will die?"

"Today is the hour, and I will die at the hands of others!"

The big dark eyes stared straight at the old Tao, causing a cold sweat to run down his spine.

Even the melon farmers who were watching the excitement were shocked that such a small baby could say such terrible things.

Death?!

Does this little kid know what a violent death is?

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Suddenly, the fortune teller laughed out loud.

He shook his head and said, "Little friend, please don't make trouble with the old man."

"If you talk too much in the blue sky and in the white sun, you will make bad words."

Lu Wuming took a step forward with some dissatisfaction. No matter what offensive words the young lady said, the other party could not curse the young lady.

Su Qingtian raised her hand to block Lu Wuming. She just wanted to remind Lao Dao to run away, but unfortunately he didn't believe her, so that was all.

The melon farmers also reacted,

This young lady must have come here to bluff people because she was bored. He put down his mood and started shaking the cattail leaf fan in his hand again.

At this time, there is not much time left until Si Shi, and usually the old fortune teller will set up his stall and leave at You Shi.

Not to mention such a short period of time, the old Taoist would not leave the stall at all. If he wanted to kill people in Dongfang City, which is crowded with people, the person would be tied up and sent to the official immediately.

The melon farmer wanted to tease Su Qingtian, but found that the little porcelain doll-like girl had already left the fortune-telling stall with the people around her.

"I can smell the aroma of Mrs. Wu's scallion pancakes!"

Su Qingtian pointed to a stall not far away, "Cousin Nan, let's go eat!"

Xiao Nan, who was a little bored at first, immediately became energetic when he heard this.

"Okay, I'd also like to drink the pear syrup from the stall next door."

Xiao Nan happily took sister Tiantian's hand and ran towards her favorite stall.

Inexplicably, he was bored after talking to an old fortune teller for so long.

Fortunately, Aunt Wu is out at the stall today, so he can take his sister to eat crispy scallion pancakes!

As Su Qingtian and others left, the fortune-telling stall became deserted again.
Chapter completed!