Wang Hongbing indeed stopped and glared at the fortune teller fiercely: "What did you say?!"

"I said your life is too hard, and you will defeat your wife..."

Before he finished speaking, Wang Hongbing rushed over and grabbed the collar of the fortune teller: "You fucking tell me again?"

The old man laughed instead of anger and stroked his white beard: "You got married at the age of 21, and your wife died at the age of 29. Now you have a son and a daughter. Did I say half a word wrong?"

"Fuck, you can find out by asking about this kind of thing. Don't pretend to be a fool here to scare me. I won't be fucking this!" Wang Hongbing raised his other fist and smashed it hard at the fortune teller.

I suddenly became nervous. I had seen Wang Hongbing's fist. This old man might be smashed to death!

But the old man stretched out his palm and wrapped Wang Hongbing's fist. Wang Hongbing's bull-like strength could not take another step forward. Wang Hongbing widened his eyes, as if he couldn't believe it. I also widened his eyes upstairs. This old man is a master, can he control Wang Hongbing with one move?

The old man continued to smile and said, "Generally, those who are lying to divine fortunes are for the word "money". Then I want to ask you, do you have a penny on you to cheat? If I guess correctly, you are penniless at all, so why should I fool you?"

Wang Hongbing was stunned for a moment, and then said stubbornly: "Who said I was penniless? I just had a meal worth thousands of dollars."

"Well, you look red and smelly of alcohol. You have had a good meal, but you probably didn't pay for the meal, right?"

The old man said it again, Wang Hongbing had nothing to say, and let the old man go with awkwardly. The old man sat upright again, stroked his beard and said, "It's okay, I just saw it, I've said something more. It's been so long, and you're fine. Let's go, you don't have money to give it to me anyway."

Wang Hongbing refused to leave, sat in front of the old man's stall, and asked tentatively: "Master, did my wife really be killed by me?"

"Hehe, you don't have money, why are you asking so much?"

"Just tell me, I can raise some money for you."

The old man was silent for a moment and sighed, "You are also a pitiful person, just like you and me meet here, so I don't want your money, so I'll give you some advice."

"Master, please tell me." Wang Hongbing sat there as a manner as a primary school student.

"It's not OK to just look at your face, I'll take a look at your palm."

"Okay." Wang Hongbing immediately stretched out his hand.

The old man pinched Wang Hongbing's hand, and at first looked carefully, but later his expression became more and more surprised: "It's weird, it's weird!"

"Is there anything wrong?" Wang Hongbing became nervous.

"It seems that the face really defeats your wife; but your palm is a rich man. Can you tell me the birthday of your deceased wife?"

Wang Hongbing dared not hide anything at all, so he immediately said it.

The old man calculated his fingers and said, "Then your birthday is not..."

"Yes, yes, yes." Wang Hongbing nodded in his company, and his eyes became more respectful to the old man.

Even I was impressed by the above and said, "Dad, this old man is so amazing, let him do it for me?"

My dad took a photo of me: "You are stupid, this is what I arranged, and I told him all the information about Wang Hongbing."

Downstairs, on the side of the road, the old man continued, "It's strange, although your life is hard, your wife's life is even harder. Logically, she will kill you..."

"Ah?!" Wang Hongbing was stunned.

Not only was he stunned, but I was also stunned. I also looked at my dad strangely, and my dad looked like he was smiling and winning.

"Let me calculate again." The old man closed his eyes and counted on his fingers. Wang Hongbing looked at him nervously.

After a while, the old man suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes as sharp as lightning, which scared Wang Hongbing so much that he didn't even dare to move. However, the old man picked up a notebook on the stall and started writing and drawing with a pencil. I was on the second floor and couldn't see what he was drawing, but I could see Wang Hongbing's eyes getting more and more shocked.

After finishing the drawing, the old man mentioned the book: "Does your wife look like this?"

Wang Hongbing knelt down on the top and cried bitterly, "Master, this is my wife..."

I remembered that I had taken the photo of Wang Yao’s mother. It seems that my father handed over the photo to the old man, and the old man gradually captured Wang Hongbing’s heart.

At this point, how could Wang Hongbing doubt the old man?

The old man sighed: "Wang Hongbing, do you know that you should have died?"

"I don't know, I don't know..." Wang Hongbing sat down on the ground and cried in the street, which attracted passers-by to look at each other frequently.

The old man looked at the sky and shook his head and said, "You should have died, but your wife was worried that she would be unable to raise her two children after she stayed, so she died for you. But you were ungrateful and disobeyed your wife's kindness, ignored the life and death of the two children, and lived a mess. Did you ever deserve your dead wife?"

Wang Hongbing looked at the old man foolishly, unable to say a word.

The old man continued, "To be honest, I am not a master, nor do I have the ability to know the past and the future. I was originally from Xicheng, but because I was entrusted by your wife a few days ago..."

"What...what?!" Wang Hongbing stared at his eyes.

"Don't get me wrong, it's the one I asked in my dream, otherwise how do you think I know what your wife looks like?"

"Yes, yes." Wang Hongbing nodded, his expression a little excited: "My wife... what did she say?"

The old man said, "Your wife said she was very disappointed with you. She would occasionally go home and get very angry when she saw the mess at home. She asked me to tell you that you hope you will live a good life and take good care of your two children, otherwise she would not be able to rest underground."

Wang Hongbing believed the old man without doubt and said nervously: "Apart from these, are there anything else?"

"I was in a dream at that time and I didn't remember it very clearly, probably that's all."

"Okay, okay." Wang Hongbing rubbed his hands: "Thank you, Master, will you keep a mobile phone number? If my wife leaves me with another call, please tell me as soon as possible!"

I also understood what my father meant by "please Wang Yao's mother out of the mountain". Looking at Wang Hongbing's pious look downstairs, I was amused and crying, and at the same time I admired my father so much that I was desperate.

"Dad, why did you come up with this trick?"

"It's nothing. In the past, there was a person like Wang Hongbing in our unit. However, after his father passed away, he became depressed and affected his work. It didn't work to hire a psychologist. He could only be a living master. He invited a master to come and give him some advice. At that time, I was right next to him and saw that the master said he was entrusted by his dead father, so he almost laughed. Later, he found out that it was arranged by our leader. And that colleague believed it and worked hard from then on and lived a good life."

"Is it really good to solve it with superstitious methods?" I couldn't help but question it.

"No, this is not superstition, but spiritual support. In fact, each of us lives in the world, and some are relatives, some are friends, and some even rely on money and power. When we lose our spiritual support, we are prone to mental breakdown. We either look for the next support or can't get out of the horns. Whether it is my colleague or the current Wang Hongbing, it belongs to the latter. To get them to find a different way to find a way."

After listening to my dad say that, I was a little confused. He was a top student who had studied abroad and knew a lot of miscellaneous theories.

Although I don’t know much, it’s enough for me to know a little - from today on, Wang Hongbing will cheer up!

Downstairs, Wang Hongbing had already asked the old man's mobile phone number and left after thanking him for a lot of gratitude.

The old man also started to clean up the stall, and my dad took me downstairs to the old man.

"Master, thank you." My dad handed over a red envelope.

The old man was not polite, so he put the red envelope in his arms and smiled and said, "I have time to find me in Xicheng." He then staggered with the cloth banner of "Iron Mouth God's Calculation".

I asked my dad about the true identity of the old man, but my dad didn't tell me much, just said that he was a master.

After that, my father went to work, and I went to Wang Yao's house to see if Wang Hong's mutiny had changed. As soon as I entered the house, I was shocked. Wang Hongbing was cleaning up the house and scattered all the messy things out and piled them in the living room.

"Uncle, you are..."

Wang Hongbing turned around and looked at me: "Zuo Fei, you are here! Come on, help me throw all these things away, I want to start my life again!"

"Okay!"

I helped Wang Hongbing, and I would throw whatever he asked me to throw. I ran upstairs and downstairs with a big bag. Sometimes Wang Hongbing slapped his thigh and said that the mirror I just threw away was bought by my wife, so you can pick it up for me quickly. A neighbor downstairs saw it and asked me what I was doing. I said that I helped Wang Hongbing clean up the house, which shocked the neighbors very much.

After an afternoon of busy work, I finally packed up my home. Looking at the clean and tidy living room, Wang Hongbing and I were very happy.

"Zuo Fei, go buy some vegetables. I'll ask Wang Yao to come back for dinner tonight."

"Uncle, what vegetables should I buy?"

"Ha, you can buy whatever you want, I will do whatever you buy."

I bought a lot of vegetables, including fish, shrimp, vegetables, and roast chicken. Wang Hongbing was really good at it, and kept chopping it. I used to think that this old man was so vulgar, but now I feel that he is full of manliness. I used to think that men shouldn't cook, but after seeing my dad, Wang Hongbing, and monkeys, I decided to learn how to cook in the future!

I tied my apron and started fighting beside Wang Hongbing.

When it was getting dark, I served the dishes one by one on the coffee table.

As I held it, the door suddenly opened. I looked back and saw that it was Wang Yao who was back.
Chapter completed!