The two cities in the east and west are crowded with people during the day, and the two cities in the east and west are traveling at night. Even in such a lively place that is not distinguished from day and night, there are always two corners and no one else.

Wu Zhen walked through the eaves and walked through most of the East Night Market, and came to a high wall. There was a narrow alley here, and the miscellaneous items placed on both sides of the left and right circled into a quiet and uninhabited corner. At this moment, the person Wu Zhen was curled up in this corner was the person Wu Zhen was looking for.

It looked like a middle-aged man with a depressed and depressed body. He was sleeping well against the wall, with a rag covering his face rising and falling with his breathing. If he walked up and looked carefully, he would find that the rag had four words written on it - a essay for money. There was a bowl at his feet, like a street beggar's outfit.

Wu Zhen jumped down the wall and landed in front of him, without even a sound. She squatted down and looked into the broken bowl. There was still seven cents inside. Wu Zhen was amazed. There was no ghost in this remote place, so how could he still get seven cents? She reached out to gather the copper coins in the bowl, put them into her purse, and then raised her feet and kicked the sleeping man.

"Get up."

The man shrank into the corner, looking like he didn't want to be disturbed by Qingmeng. Wu Zhen was just a disturbing person. He raised his hand and pulled the rag on his face and threw it away, kicking it again, "Get up quickly, charlatan, there is work to do."

Now, the man finally woke up, got up and yawned, looking up at Wu Zhen. He looked at him with an ordinary face, his eyes were small and his nose was collapsed, and half of his cheeks were swollen when he was sleeping. Wu Zhen pinched his face and looked around, and sighed: "This face is too ugly today. Please be kind to me, the boss, and change to a beautiful face to face me."

The man said slowly, "Okay, change to a good-looking boy's face tomorrow. If you look good, give me some food money. I earn a total of seven cents this day. If you don't leave a single one for me, I will starve to death."

Wu Zhen leaned against the wall, and there was no guilt in the robber's behavior. "You are also from Yanlou after all. You are one of my two deputys. Why are you so unmotivated and beg everywhere every night? If you are discovered, where will our Yanlou face be? If you don't stay in Yanlou, why don't you find something like Huzhu?"

The man still said in a gentle tone: "If it weren't for being too tired of doing things, I wouldn't want to beg."

Wu Zhen: "Since you want to beg, you can choose a place with many monsters and stay here. There are no monsters here, so why are you asking for?"

Man: "There are many monsters in the places that are noisy, so I can't sleep well. When I get older, sleep is particularly important."

Wu Zhen finally laughed and cursed: "Bad! You are not a human being!"

This man is one of Wu Zhen’s two deputys. His name is Wu Zi Shu. He is a monster. I don’t know how many years he has lived, but everyone calls him a charlatan. Because this guy loves to find a corner of the demon market at night to sleep and beg for a long time, but during the day he set up a stall under a big locust tree in the corner of the East City to tell fortunes for ordinary people.

"Okay, I don't have time to chat with you. Get up, I'll tell you fortune-telling," said Wu Zhen.

The charlatan shook his head sleepily, "No, I only tell my fortune during the day, I don't work at night, even if you are a cat...ao!"

Before he could finish his remaining words, Wu Zhen hit the wall and had to scream and hug his head and crouch into a ball. Wu Zhen put down his feet, held his shoulder and asked with a smile: "Did you say nothing just now?"

"No, no, no, okay! I said okay!" The charlatan had no morals at all. Seeing Wu Zhen pulling the corner of his mouth with a hooligan smile, he immediately raised his hand to surrender and changed his words completely.

Wu Zhen was satisfied and patted his footprints on his body, "Next time, you must agree from the beginning, otherwise you will always destroy our relationship like this."

The charlatan looked bitter and thought to himself that the older the cat man is, the more shameless he is. Thinking back to the past, when the cat man was still a little baby... The charlatan thought about it and thought it would be better to forget it. No matter how big or small, they are all little beasts, either bullying people or bullying monsters.

Sitting in place, the charlatan took out a wooden box behind him. This inconspicuous broken box was the guy he was eating. Once the box was unfolded, it could be turned into a small table with a tortoise shell and some fragments. After the table was placed, he pulled out another stick, shook the rag that had been covered on his face, and spread it with a stick. Behind the rag with the words "A Writing for Money" was the other four words - the semi-immortal God's Calculation.

After setting up his outfit, the charlatan suddenly changed his temperament. Although he was still the ugly face, it made people feel that this person was full of fairy spirit and was ethereal and ethereal. Even this appearance was not something that people care about.

Wu Zhen sat in front of his small table, reached out to pull the tab, pulled out one, threw it in front of him, and said casually: "Calculate the marriage for me."

"Marriage..." The charlatan picked up the sign and looked at it, inserted it back into the sign, "draw it again."

Wu Zhen didn't say anything, and drew another lottery and threw it in front of him.

The charlatan glanced at it and put it back again: "Take it again."

Wu Zhen continued to draw.

After putting the third sign back, the charlatan sighed, put the sign aside, and took out a thin black booklet from his arms. "This time, I can't figure out the ordinary signs and fortune-telling, so I'll try it with a wordless book."

Wu Zhen leaned out to read his flip book, and the book was blank, just like the name of the charlatan "Writeless Book", it was a wordless book. Wu Zhen once guessed that the charlatan was a book monster, and this wordless book was his original body.

"I've been curious for a long time. What exactly is written in this book?" Wu Zhen leaned over to read, but like many times in the past, he still couldn't see anything.

The charlatan shook his head and was a little proud, "I'm afraid I'm the only one who can be seen in this world. And it's not ordinary words or fixed content."

Wu Zhen became a "cat man" when he was very young. At that time, he was at a naughty age. The entire Yanlou was so troubled by her that she had no peace. She quietly blew up everything that could arouse her curiosity, including the white snake bracelet, the treasure of the pearls, and of course, there was also the wordless book of the charlatan. Since then, the charlatan no longer dared to put his book around and had to carry it with him.

At this age, Wu Zhen’s curiosity about this wordless book is no longer as serious as before, so he only urged him with his legs, "Okay, isn’t it just a marriage? It’s not like this? I asked you to calculate something for me in the past, so there is no need to be such a trouble."

The charlatan himself was also surprised. He buried his head in the book and muttered: "It's not simple, it's not simple."

Wu Zhen waited for a while, and saw that the charlatan was still flipping, so he could only throw away the bamboo tube and play with it bored, "Are you okay?"

"It's so fast." The charlatan didn't raise his head.

Wu Zhen was not patient. Just when she was about to get up and leave, the charlatan finally looked up. He closed the book and looked at her with a serious expression for a while. Suddenly, his eyebrows and eyes opened and smiled. The old father said kindly: "Congratulations, your marriage has arrived this time and you can marry."

After saying that, he saw that Wu Zhen did not show any joy, and he said lightly, without any sorrow or joy.

The charlatan was not sure what she was thinking. This child has been like this since he was a child. He may not be happy when he smiles, and may not be unhappy when he has no expression on his face. In short, it is elusive.

"What happened? I suddenly wanted to test my marriage?" asked the charlatan seriously.

Wu Zhen suddenly frowned and said, "I should have died long ago, no, I was indeed dead at that time. It was the previous cat man who saved me and turned me into this."

"I am not suitable for being with ordinary people, and marriage should not be forced."

"Forget it, it's boring not to say this."

Wu Zhen stood up, shook his legs, jumped up to the high wall, looked down, took something out of his arms and threw it down. "Here, go buy a pair of new shoes, your toes are exposed."

The charlatan reached out and took it. It was a lotus-shaped gold ingot, enough for him to buy two hundred pairs of new shoes. The Mao Gong was obviously very rich, but he liked to mislead the money he asked for for his few quotations, which was purely boring.

Wu Zhen walked on someone's roof. When she was walking at night, she never liked to walk on ordinary roads, so she liked to walk on the eaves of the roof. Maybe she became more and more like a cat after being a cat for a long time.

She walked steadily on the roof of someone else, looking down at the brightly lit street below, feeling a little boring. She was familiar with every place here, and nothing fun.

After strolling for a while, Wu Zhen left the demon market and decided to go to Pingkangfang to find another deputy, Huozhu. Her place was lively and many ladies sang and danced. However, when she passed by a brothel in Pingkangfang, she heard a familiar voice and stopped.

She took the roof of the house as a road, and she could hear clearly any movement in the house. At this moment, a moan like a cat moaned from the room under her feet.

Of course Wu Zhen knew what the sound was. She squatted down, lifted up a few tiles and looked down. In the lower room, a man and a woman were doing things, and the man was happy in the world. The man was the man who was not in dealing with the Lv family, who was the one who almost got engaged to her in the past, and because of Huzhu, he fought with her, and later kept asking for trouble for her.

This Lv Langjun is also the owner of a brothel. Seeing that he was doing things, Wu Zhen was not in a hurry to leave. He sat on the roof with a tile between his fingers and listened to the sound below. When he felt that it was almost time, she suddenly lowered her voice and shouted loudly into the small hole: "It's bad, it's going to be on fire!"

There was a panic and screaming sound from below, and there was a clang of something falling down. Wu Zhen threw away the tiles in his hand, regardless of the chaos in the room below, patted his butt and ran away.
Chapter completed!