In the south of the city, a crossing bridge in the downtown area.

The bustling crowds are constantly intertwining and shuttle, but there is no intersection. Everyone is in a hurry, expressionless face, dull and numb, like a group of ghosts locked in an urban steel cage, unable to escape.

Isn’t this seemingly prosperous city also a hell on earth?

Just under this overpass, there was a thin old man with wrinkles on his face, a sparse goat beard on his chin, a pair of sunglasses, and a hand-written hand. He seemed unfathomable, and there was a walking stick next to him. In front of him, there was a faded red cloth with lots, fortune-telling, and eight characters written on it. There was also a gossip pattern, and there were bamboo tubes full of tags and several copper coins next to it.

Although there were many pedestrians, none of them stopped for the old man who set up a stall to tell fortunes.

At this time, there was a young woman, about thirties, with a haggard face, a little dazed, and her eyes seemed to have tears on the corners of her eyes. She held her arms with her hands and slowly wandered on the street under the overpass.

"If you walk two meters further forward, you will encounter a manhole cover that collapsed halfway. At the least, it will be bumpy, and at the worst, it will fall into the well."

Suddenly, a slow voice rang in the woman's ears.

The young woman came to her senses and saw that there was indeed a collapsed manhole cover a few steps away. If it weren't for the reminder of that sound, she would have stepped on it.

The young woman followed the sound and the old fortune teller was smiling with a grave twisted his beard and looked mysterious. It was obvious that he was the one who just spoke.

"Thank you, old man." The young woman nodded, but found that the old man didn't look at her at all.

The young woman became curious and walked over. The old man was wearing sunglasses and just turned his ears slightly, as if he was listening to the movements around him. He should be a blind man.

"Old sir, please help me calculate the divination." The young woman squatted down and said.

The old man then spoke: "Would you like to draw lots, or do you want to check your palms? Or do you want to criticize your horoscope?"

The young woman thought for a while and said, "Old sir, what do you think of this palmistry?"

"Haha, looking at palmistry is just the ultimate skill in physiognomy. My ancestral mythology is to touch the bone god, and blessings are the fortune and fortune, and you will know it as soon as you touch it." The old man said ups and downs.

"Touch the bone? How do you touch it?" asked the young woman.

The old man stretched out his hand like a dry wood and said nothing. The young woman suddenly realized and reached out to her hand. The old man flipped his hand and grabbed it, then stretched out his other hand, put it on the young woman's hand, and began to touch it up, down, left and right in three-dimensional shape...

After touching for more than a minute, the old man slowly spoke, "I dare to ask, what's the matter with this lady?"

"Uh...Marriage..." The young woman thought to herself that you had just gotten up and asked me what I was going to do, and she just touched her in vain.

The old man nodded and slowly started to caress him. The young woman was patient and squatted there quietly, stretching out her hands stupidly, allowing the old man to caress her.

About three minutes later, the old man shook his head and spoke.

"Ah, as the saying goes, "Sex" is a knife on my head. I'm blunt, your man is probably fascinated by beauty and will find it difficult to turn back."

The young woman immediately opened her eyes wide and kept nodding: "Can you find this? Old gentleman, you are so right, don't be afraid of you making jokes. My husband is now entangled by a little vixen and hasn't been home for half a month. You said, what should I do..."

As he said that, the young woman's voice was a little choked. The old man did not let go of the young woman's hand, and kept touching it, saying: "For men and women, hasteness will not be achieved. Judging from the palmistry, your fortune is not prosperous this year, and you should have this disaster. If you want to resolve it, I will give you eight words, using retreat as advance, and secretly traveling to Chencang."

"Take retreating as advance, secretly traveling to Chencang..." The young woman muttered, not understanding the meaning, and the old man pressed her palm again and said, "You and your husband have shared hardships, but they cannot be sweet. This time, this is the biggest test of your life. If you can understand these eight words thoroughly, I will guarantee that you will be happy and you will be happy in the rest of your life."

After saying that, the old man slowly withdrew his hand, slapped it in his sleeve, and smiled slightly as if profound.

The young woman seemed to suddenly realize her, and she awoke, stood up, and said repeatedly: "I understand, I understand, so it's like this, you are so amazing..."

She couldn't help but feel excited, and hurriedly pulled out five 100-yuan tickets from her bag and placed them respectfully in front of the old man: "Old sir, I will do what you said. Thank you for your guidance. If I can succeed this time, I will definitely come and thank you again."

The old man twisted his beard and smiled: "Sentient beings have sentient beings, so they have troubles. My Buddha said, "The Buddha is sentient beings, and it is better to save sentient beings. It is better to be sentient beings than to be heartless, very good, very good..."

The old man's preface was inconsistent with these words. Although he was obviously Taoist, he made me say, "The young woman didn't care." Instead, she bowed to the old man with respect and then turned around and walked away."

Looking at the young woman's back, the old man then lowered his head and glanced at the five hundred yuan, laughed, quickly put it in his pocket, and then returned to his hypocritical and unfathomable appearance.

Fan Cho stood not far away and saw this scene firmly. The so-called authorities were confused. Fan Cho was clear this time. This time, Guo Lazi was clearly fooling people just now. The woman's appearance, with eyes, could tell that she was dumped by a man. She even retreated to advance and secretly went to Chen Cang. He probably didn't know what these two sentences mean.

"Guo Clee, I feel so happy to touch my hands. I will pay it back to me for five dollars..."

Wan Chou caught a horse stool and sat opposite Guo Crook, and said bluntly.

Guo Crook's glasses immediately drooped, and a pair of triangular eyes were half pulled behind the glasses, looking at the category as if they were looking at monsters.

"Why are you here?" Guo Crook asked an inexplicable sentence.

"Nonsense, why can't I come? I'll look down on five yuan if I cheated five yuan? Didn't you ask me to burn paper that day? I burned it, why did that female ghost still follow me?"

Guo Crook looked puzzled, stretched out his finger and pinched it quickly, and said suspiciously: "No, logically, you should have gone to the underworld to report a few days ago..."

When Fan Chou heard this, his eyes widened and looked at Guo Cuzi with an incredible look on his face. The idea of ​​thinking that Guo Cuzi was a liar had disappeared.

"How did you know I went to the underworld?" Fan Chou said in surprise.

"Shh..." Guo Crook hurriedly stopped Wan Chou and looked around quickly, and whispered: "So you went to the underworld and are you back?"

"Uh...just be true." Fang Chou said randomly: "That night, I was confused and seemed to be someone coming to take me away. I went to a small dark room. Then I heard that I was a good person who practiced for ten generations and should not die, so I sent it back to me..."

Guo Crouchi narrowed his eyes, his face seemed to be smiling, as if he didn't believe Fen Cho's words at all, but he didn't say anything, just asked, "Where is that female ghost?"

"That female ghost... is still here, so I came to you. Can you teach me the easiest way to deal with ghosts? It must work. Don't let me burn paper..."

"Haha, I'm afraid the ghost around you is not something I can handle."

"What does it mean?" Fan Cho's heart skipped a beat.

Guo Crook looked at him and said, "There are at least three ghosts around you now, at least two of them are unjust or sudden deaths, and they are ghosts that have been in the old age. Your seal hall is now dark and your yang energy is very weak. I am afraid that in recent days, you have often approached ghosts and other types."

Fan Chou secretly admired him. Guo Crook looked like a charlatan, but he didn't expect to see it at a glance. He said it almost completely correctly, but that was his own destiny. If the yang energy is weak, just be weak. If you can't die, it's fine. Anyway, this can't be changed. I'd better ask how to deal with the ghosts in the haunted house.

"Uh, since you can see it, then I'll tell the truth. I'm here to find you today for..."

Wan Chou leaned over and whispered in Guo Cuzi's ears that he encountered a haunted house, and there were a large number of ghosts in the room, wanting to ask Guo Cuzi to help him see.

After hearing this, Guo Crook's face changed. He pondered for a long time but didn't say anything. Suddenly he covered his stomach and shouted: "Oh no, I suddenly felt pain in my abdomen. I will go out later..."

After saying that, he grabbed the cane on the ground, got up and ran away. It was indeed inconvenient to walk. It turned out that the blind man was fake, but the lame man was real.

Fan Cho was stunned, but when he saw that Guo Chuizi was running in the street, where did the toilet come from? He coughed, but did not chase him, and only said loudly: "Oh, it's a pity that the reward of 100,000 yuan..."

Guo Crooked suddenly stopped, his ears moved, and then he stood up.

"One hundred thousand cash can be used by anyone who can subdue the ghost in the haunted house? Alas, it seems that I can only make this money alone..." Wanchou continued to talk to himself.

"My friend, kill ghosts and exorcise evil spirits. Taoism is responsible for the affairs of the Tao. Tell me, why should we go?" Guo Clepton turned his heel and sat back on the stool, saying with a righteous look on his face.

"Oh, Mr. Guo has given up his respect? He will be back so soon?" Fan Chou said with a smile.

"This... When I heard that the ghost was doing evil, anger rose from my courage, and anger arose from both ribs. A burst of anger couldn't help but jumped up from both ribs. It's more important to catch ghosts..."

"Oh, so Mr. Guo just put his shit back. This is really a good kung fu. I admire him."

"Where is it, I said, "Still serve the people... but I agree first, and the reward is half of the time..."

Fan Cho made an appointment with Guo Crook, and set off to the haunted house tonight, so he felt a little relieved. After leaving the overpass, Fan Cho planned to go to Youlemei Supermarket to buy something and see Xiaoyu. He ran away a few days ago. I wonder if Xiaoyu would be bullied in the past few days and have any debts. I also discussed it with her.

In fact, Qiong is quite at ease with Xiaoyu's safety, because he knows that Hua Xiaoxin's temper is a little proud and domineering, but he is still more trustworthy. He said that if Xiaoyu has given him a year, he should not make things difficult for Xiaoyu during this year.

At this moment, the phone rang. When Wanchou saw that it happened to be called by Hua Xiaoxin.

"Boss, I said your phone number is really hard to call. Is it because you are in owed money? Why is there no signal? I said you have time or drink at night..." Hua Xiaoxin's lazy voice came from the phone.

Wan Chou smiled bitterly. This mobile phone has been in the underworld. It would be strange if there is a signal in the hands of the King of Hell. Unless China Mobile has the ability to set up the network to the underworld.

"Tonight..." Fan Chou was about to say that he had no time, but suddenly thought, it would be nice to take this opportunity to talk to Hua Xiaoxin.

"Okay, I'll call you when I have time, but don't go to trouble Xiaoyu these days."

"Haha, boss, you are really passionate. Don't worry, Xiaoyu is fine. I went to and from get off work on time every day. I didn't deduct her salary, nor did I go to chat with her. But you have to remember our bet, I'll wait for your call..."

After Hua Xiaoxin said that, she hung up the phone. Fanchou felt a little more at ease. Since he hadn't been asking for trouble for Xiaoyu, he wouldn't go to the supermarket today. He would finish talking with Hua Xiaoxin first, and then tell Xiaoyu.

At night, it was just getting dark, and Wan Chou was lying on the bed to calm down, so he waited to find Guo Cuzi to act together.

Suddenly, there was a knock outside the door. Feng Chou wondered, it was so late, who would come?

When he opened the door, Van Chou saw Cui Ming standing at the door at a glance and asked in confusion: "Brother Cui, why did you remember to walk through the door this time?"
Chapter completed!