"Sir, you have a heavenly light on your forehead and a spiritual light in your eyes. Immortals are reincarnated and gods descend to earth. I'm finally waiting for you.
Don't move. Although if I reveal the secret, disaster is inevitable, but this is my destiny. Even if I have to take great risks, I will show you the whole picture. Mr...Mr...Mr..."
Even though Zhang Shi had a beautiful mouth, he still couldn't retain the man who was as fat as a pig.
"Hey~ I can only eat noodles again today."
Seeing that it was getting late, I could only slowly pack up my stall, although there were only two pieces of yellow cloth, a cage of bamboo sticks and a box filled with ghostly drawings.
"Eleven, you haven't paid the stall fee for two months. If you don't pay it again, I will rent this location to someone else!"
Several men with red bands on their arms and uniforms of the management office came to Zhang Shiyi's fortune-telling stall.
"No, Uncle Mo, please wait for me for two more days. When I make money, I will send it to you immediately. How about I show you the whole picture first and it will be considered as interest?"
"I'm so old! Call me brother!"
Although the market manager, Lao Mo, is over fifty, he is still old-hearted and likes to brag and fart with these young people. Everyone in the market likes him very much.
"Hehe, master said that you should show respect to your uncle. I am not respecting you~"
Zhang Shiyi's playful smile made Lao Mo helpless.
Speaking of Zhang Shiyi's master, the iron-mouthed god Zhang Changliu can also be regarded as a god in this area. Whether it is drawing lots, breaking words, or criticizing gossip, he has never failed.
The most important thing is that he is a genuine worldly expert.
If it weren't for Zhang Changliu, the grass on Lao Mo's grave would have been one foot tall.
It's a pity that good people never live long. Not long ago, Zhang Changliu had already returned to the west and said goodbye to this world, leaving him as his apprentice, guarding this shabby stall, and occasionally fooling around to live a simple life.
After all, in this industry, no one will believe you regardless of your age.
To say that with the reputation left by his master, he would not be so bad. The problem is that this Zhang Shiyi has never been able to tell fortunes accurately except for saying a lot of good things.
No one came and went looking for him.
In addition to some tourists from other places, you may also listen to his nonsense. After all, who doesn’t like to hear good words~
"Forget it, your skills are far behind those of your master. Go back quickly. There are still several miles of mountain roads to cover."
Seeing Zhang Shiyi fleeing away, Lao Mo could only sigh. He took out a few hundred-yuan bills from his pocket and paid the stall fee for Zhang Shiyi.
"Mo Chu, why are you so nice to this kid?"
The young man on the side also just joined the market management office, and he was very curious about how this selfless Director Mo could help this kid who looked like a swindler to pay the stall fee.
"What do you know~ His master is a real old god!"
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That was one day ten years ago. Lao Mo came home from get off work and passed Zhang Changliu's stall. The two of them were old acquaintances, so they naturally said hello out of habit.
As a result, the other party grabbed Lao Mo with a solemn expression and stuffed a small yellow cloth bag into his arms.
"Hey, hey, Lao Zhangtou, what are you doing? We don't like this~"
At that time, Lao Mo was just a small boss in the market management office, but he was also the leader after all. He wanted to give him gifts on weekdays, let him take care of him, and there were many people who helped him change his position. He thought that this fortune teller, Mr. Zhang, I am also asking for help.
"Think of good things, this is a charm to ward off evil spirits. Keep it away, otherwise you will be in bad luck today!"
This old man usually chatters and laughs, and has nothing serious to do. Why does he suddenly become serious? He really has such a moralistic air.
"Old Zhangtou, don't scare me. I behave upright and sit upright, and I have never done anything harmful to nature. What bad luck is there!"
Zhang Changliu's serious face really made Lao Mo feel a little nervous.
"Did a woman die downstairs? Or she died violently!"
As soon as these words came out, Lao Mo's skin really stood up.
This is true. Just a few days ago, when Lao Mo came home, he saw two police cars parked at the door of the building, and an ambulance with its sirens flashing.
Everyone was wearing uniforms and seemed friendly when talking to each other. When Lao Mo inquired, it turned out that the tenant on the 14th floor had died in the house and had hanged himself.
It is said that he got into a desperate situation because of a quarrel with his boyfriend.
When her boyfriend came back to apologize to her, he found that the woman had hung herself on the balcony hook, with her tongue and eyes protruding.
"But, what does this have to do with me?"
Lao Mo lives on the 16th floor. He goes out early and comes back late every day. He doesn't know this woman at all. Even if he meets her occasionally, he just nods and says hello. Why does he want to find her?
"I have nothing to do with you, but you are greedy and have eaten dog meat."
"You, how did you know?"
Lao Mo did secretly eat a dog leg today, which was given to him by his colleagues in the team, but he didn't tell anyone about it.
"It's unlucky for you. The dog you ate is unusual. Not only is it a black dog, but it is about to grow a second tail. It was also destined to have such a fate, so that colleague of yours knocked it. Sap.”
Zhang Changliu's words made Lao Mo doubtful. He also wanted to grow a second tail. Why didn't you say it was a roaring dog?
But something felt wrong when I thought about it.
"No, Lao Zhangtou, doesn't this black dog ward off evil spirits?"
"Warding off evil spirits! A dog with two tails is already evil enough in itself, but it also wards off evil spirits.
Besides, even if it can ward off evil spirits, do you think it will ward off evil spirits to someone who eats its flesh?
Stop talking nonsense, hang this on your door, and don’t open it no matter who knocks, do you understand? "
"But, but..."
Lao Mo wanted to ask a few more questions, but Zhang Changliu turned his head and was busy greeting an old lady who came to calculate his son's marriage, so he had no time to talk to him.
This conversation made Lao Mo feel anxious. He returned to the community where he lived in a daze. Looking at the dark corridor door, he was a little afraid to go in.
"Hey~ Captain Mo, it's time to get off work, why don't you go up?"
Several neighbors also came back from get off work. When they saw Lao Mo standing at the door of the corridor, they came over to say hello.
After seeing the person, Lao Mo felt somewhat safe and quickly followed everyone into the elevator.
In the elevator, these people actually started chatting about the woman who died on the 14th floor. Unexpectedly, it was her first day today.
The first seven, the night of returning to the soul!
