The man sitting in the living room used to set up a stall in the garden in the middle of the street to tell fortunes.

Speaking of which, Fatty and I used to work together.

If you know something but are not good at it, you just rely on two mouths to talk. If you meet someone who is deceived by them, you will be willing to pay for it.

Those who met serious people were beaten and chased all over the street and fled with their heads in their hands.

But he is not a bad person. He will lend a hand to help anyone around him if something happens. He helps an old lady cross the street, a little girl throws money and makes a phone call for him.

It's just that sometimes his words are greasy, which makes people not like him.

This man’s surname is Zhu. He is not considered a liar in our old street. He sets up a stall to tell fortunes and read palms to make ends meet. He can’t do it for ten and a half months. He often stands next to an old man playing chess and cards, and keeps talking.

trick.

I don’t know when it started, but I never saw him again in the street garden.

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, he turned into a master, an expert, and even came to people's homes to show them Feng Shui and ward off evil spirits!

It was then that he caught an opportunity and started to get involved in our industry.

It's just that he set up a stall to tell people's fortunes and fortune-telling, let alone whether it was accurate or not. He only made a hard-earned money for ten or twenty yuan.

But if he came here under the banner of being an expert in this matter today, he would be a liar.

They are all from the doorstep, and whoever has a few kilograms or a few taels still belongs to the doorstep.

I'm not bragging. On the old street, the signboard of Fangyuan Pavilion is displayed there. No one dares to do this without opening their eyes.

I didn't expose him, so I just leaned against the door and watched.

Maybe Lao Zhu would not have expected to meet me in such a far place, and he still pretended to be a superior person with half-closed eyes.

"Master, you see it's already this time, can we start?" The host, an old man in his sixties, asked cautiously.

Lao Zhu put down his tea cup, said "hmm" with his nose, raised his eyes and glanced at the people in the room, and said: "There can be no one in the yard."

When the host heard this, he quickly stood up and said, "I'm sorry, everyone can make room for the master and watch the fun outside the gate, okay?"

They said it politely, and they were all from the village. No one disagreed, so they all retreated outside.

I followed him out, and after meeting Fatty's eyes, I stood in the crowd at the gate.

Qin Fei and Cao Ying stood outside the courtyard wall, with half of their heads exposed, looking inside.

The fat man hid behind me and whispered to me: "I thought we could see how he acted like a monster from a close distance, but then he suddenly found us and scared him. He came like this. This is because he didn't want people to get close to him.

Observe!"

I chuckled, "Just watching, it's better than jumping around in the room for a while before making an agreement, right? Besides, we haven't seen that person who has a high fever and talks nonsense yet! Just watch!"

The fat man looked into the house across the yard. The owner, an old couple, was standing in the house talking eagerly to Lao Zhu. Then he went to the yard to greet two close juniors and went into the house to move things.

After a while, the table was brought out and the incense and candle offerings were placed. Lao Zhu came out carrying a bag, took out a bell, and a money sword.

"He actually made a money sword!" The fat man covered his mouth and laughed, "When I went to buy clothes for setting up a stall, a money sword cost eighty."

"Where's the summoning bell?"

"The asking price is one hundred and twenty, and I think I can get it at eighty."

Lao Zhu is wearing a pair of brown Chinese-style double-breasted linen clothes and trousers today. Needless to say, the style is also made of linen, but it is different from what my master and I wear.

My master is very particular about people, and the clothes he wears are all custom-made and made of good quality materials.

What Lao Zhu wore was what was sold in the market, but it was also quite bluffing.

Lao Zhu is not bad looking at all, with a round head, round face, short hair, and a well-groomed beard.

Just standing there and not saying anything is quite stylish.

The fat man poked me from behind, "Isn't he afraid of being beaten by a group of people?"

"Let's see." I also want to know this

But I can’t say anything now. What if I really have some adventure?

After a while, Lao Zhu lit three sticks of incense, opened the incense burner, and said to the old man: "Bring the person out!"

I raised my eyebrows, I was trying to summon spirits in public!

sure!

You are not afraid of attracting other ghosts together and scaring yourself, that would be fun.

Don't look at the money sword and soul-summoning bell that Lao Zhu took, but they were bargains bought in the market.

His rules for placing incense are really Taoist style, and there is really no telling what will happen if he is asked to do it today.

I crossed my arms across my chest, feeling excited and planning to open my eyes.

The old man and a junior brought out a man in his thirties from the room.

The man's face was red, and he looked like he was still running a fever. He was muttering something, but he couldn't hear clearly from a distance.

The man's mother took out a bench from the room and asked the man to sit down against the old man.

I looked at the man carefully, and there was no black line on his forehead, which meant that no evil spirit had entered his body.

The fire on the shoulders is a little weak, and the fire on the top of the head is almost extinguished.

"Ziwu!" The fat man called me in a low voice again, "That's wrong! This is not soul-leaving syndrome!"

"That's right!" I replied, "The soul is incomplete and the sun's fire is almost extinguished."

"What's going on?"

"I don't know, let's take a look first." After I finished speaking, I couldn't help but glance at Qin Fei outside the courtyard wall, and he also looked at me.

He could see something, but he didn't understand what it was.

And I saw it and knew what was going on, but I couldn't tell him now.

This man's soul is damaged, not separated.

If the departed soul calls back, the person can still recover, but if the soul is missing, it will be difficult.

The situation of soul deficiency is very rare now, and some people have never even heard of it.

To put it in words that everyone can understand, it means that a piece of his soul was torn off.

But what I thought of was that a piece of his soul had been bitten off by something.

As for the purpose of biting it, it is naturally to swallow it, or the evil spirit can refine the soul and feed it to the evil spirit.

Once this kind of thing is encountered by people in our industry, we will not just sit idly by.

Because, in our industry, there is an iron rule that has been passed down for thousands of years, that is, if you encounter evildoers, you must punish them!

Evil men harm people, but if they are not exterminated, they will be harmed by them instead!

Therefore, I will take care of this matter today even if I don’t want to.

However, I did not act rashly, but whispered a few words to the fat man.

He nodded, turned around and went out to communicate with Qin Fei.

I was still standing there, watching Lao Zhu perform.

He took an empty bowl, poured white wine into it, took a sip in his mouth, sprayed it on the money sword, lit it on the candle, and started dancing in the yard.

When a flaming money sword dances, it doesn't matter whether it looks good or not, but it is shocking enough.

Don’t worry about burning your hands!

"Dingle bell!"

Lao Zhu picked up the soul-calling bell on the table, shook it, and muttered something quickly.

Finally, after the wine on the money sword was completely burned and extinguished, he suddenly opened his eyes and shouted, "Hey!... Taishang Laojun is as anxious as the law!"

Lao Zhu walked up to the man with a lunge, stood still with a bow, clapped one hand on the hand holding the sword, and put it behind his back, and the other hand formed the finger of the sword and pointed it on the man's forehead.

Not to mention, his posture is quite impressive, and I actually saw a halo flash on his money sword.

It doesn't look like light, but it really looks like mana is emanating from it.

I was very surprised. Did I guess it right?

Did Lao Zhu really have any adventures later?
Chapter completed!