"Master, see if I am plagued by ghosts. I feel very uncomfortable all over recently, especially my butt, which hurts very much and is bleeding."

A fat, big-eared, middle-aged man wearing gold and silver asked me while smoking a cigar. I coughed and said, "Tell me the specific situation."

"I don't know what happened that day, but my butt hurts, and I still bleed when I go to the bathroom." The fat, big-eared middle-aged man began to describe.

It has been more than ten days since I returned from Hongmen Inn. Han Sifan and I stayed in Uncle Cong’s Lingling Hall to start work, which means we are fortune telling.

It’s true, I finally understand why many people like to do this industry. This industry is simple or a huge profit. Not to mention anything else, the fat and big-eared middle-aged man in front of him had hemorrhoids and spent a few hundred yuan to solve the problem. For us, can you go out with peace of mind if you don’t spend tens of thousands of dollars?

But generally speaking, such people come to us fortune tellers to seek comfort in our hearts.

"What?" I showed a surprised expression, looked at him with wide eyes and said, "You are plagued by evil spirits. If I guess correctly, you must have seen blood recently, right?"

I'm not guessing randomly, this is a psychological tactic, and it's also taught by Uncle Cong. The meaning of seeing blood is widespread. It can be a crime, murder, setting fire, or kicking a dog. You can fool him into seeing blood, and then test what happened to this person.

"Master is wise." The fat man was a little bit skeptical, and immediately said in a low voice: "A few days ago, I found that the old guy who used to tell me fortunes was a liar, so I paid someone to beat him up. Who knew that he was so unbearable and was beaten to death. I was afraid that he would become a ghost to harm me."

I took a breath of air, but on the surface I still closed my eyes calmly and said, "Amitabha, good, good, donor, you are a murderer. Killing is the evil leader, this is an unjust ghost, and the first seven days of his life will be the time for you to die."

I regretted it as soon as I finished speaking, grandma, what did I say to him? I am a great disciple of Maoshan now. If this guy reacts, wouldn’t he have to find someone to beat me?

Fortunately, this guy seemed to be scared, and he covered his butt and shouted: "Master, my butt hurts again, help me."

"Go to the toilet quickly, I'll do it for you." I covered my nose, pointed to the toilet not far away, watched the fat man run in, and shook his head.

In fact, this fat man is not too weird. It was a few days ago when Han Sifan met a man who was so weird. The man was in his twenties. As soon as he came in, he glared at Han Sifan and touched him. Later, he was beaten up by Han Sifan and became much more honest. Then he said that he was forced by a female ghost every day to have a spring dream and wanted to find Han Sifan to help him.

I was there at that time, and I said, isn't this a beautiful dream? Later, the guy said that he dreamed of female ghosts of tonnage of more than 200 kilograms, and each one was worse than Sister Feng. Dreaming every day was simply tragic and painful.

There are many such strange things. I originally thought that such fortune telling centers would easily encounter ghosts, but there are more than a dozen fortune tellers working here, and some of them have not met a real guy in one or two years. Even if they meet, Uncle Cong came forward to solve the problem.

Later, I went out to buy some hemorrhoid medicine, got it back and stir some water and drew a few talismans, so that the fat man would stick one on his butt if he was fine. The talismans made by these hemorrhoid medicines cost 10,000 yuan, and a total of more than 70,000 yuan were sold.

The guy was happy when he left and kept saying thank you. Actually, I have understood a little bit after being here for so long. This fortune teller is not a fortune teller at all. The entire psychological counseling office said it was a hospital. Those who came here were all mentally ghosts, who were afraid and asked for comfort, or they were just a little sick and a little pain, and they were afraid that they were plagued by ghosts, so they came to us. How could there be so many ghosts? I'll go.

When I saw the fat man off, I saw that it was already twelve o'clock in the afternoon. I walked to Han Sifan's office where he went to work and knocked on the door. Han Sifan was playing QQ Landlord inside. We usually only take two orders a day now. After all, we are the masters, so we cannot be as direct as others.

Han Sifan and I had no objection. We didn't have any salary anyway, but Uncle Cong made a meal every day. I walked over and saw that Han Sifan was playing with it attentively. She didn't seem to notice it when I came in.

Han Sifan and I also played together every day for ten days. Only then did I realize that this girl likes to play QQ Landlord so much, and her skills are super bad. She lost nine out of the top ten, but she is happy to lose.

I looked around for a while, and Han Sifan really lost again. I smiled and said, "Let's go, go out for dinner."

"Fuck his grandma." Han Sifan glared at me and said, "Wait until I change my clothes." After that, he walked towards the toilet in his office. She and I were wearing 'work clothes'. The so-called 'work clothes' were actually a yellow Taoist robe. Han Sifan would change it every time he went out.

I really like it. This robe is very comfortable to wear. Soon Han Sifan walked out. She wore a black vest and a pair of jeans, and her figure was very good.

My eyes were almost glaring out. Han Sifan was not polite at all. He kicked my stomach up. I hugged my stomach tightly, which hurt me so much. Han Sifan and I were about to leave, and suddenly a voice came from behind me.

"Is it Master Han Sifan?"

This person's voice was very magnetic. When I turned around, I saw that I was grinning. He turned out to be a handsome guy, with a high nose, a bridge and big eyes, a melon-shaped face, a black baseball cap, and a black leather jacket. He looked like he was in his twenties.

"Who are you?" I am a man who is born to be not interested in a handsome guy. The handsome guy smiled, clasped his fists and asked Han Sifan: "Are you Master Han Sifan?"

I grinned and ignored me. Han Sifan shrugged and pointed at me and said, "He is Han Sifan, I am not."

"No, isn't Master Han Sifan a woman?" the handsome guy asked in confusion.

"It's not okay to change your gender." Han Sifan cut it and said, "If you have something to do, hurry up and say it, we're going out for dinner."

"My father heard that there are two masters in Maoshan here. I would like to invite you to my house to see Feng Shui, and I would like to ask you two to appreciate your face." This handsome guy looks quite sincere.

"Okay, you can tell me how much it costs." Han Sifan looked at the handsome guy and asked.

The handsome guy smiled and took out a bank card and said, "It's good to have a hundred thousand, and there's still one hundred thousand after the matter is done. The password is 383838."

"This is the address, I hope you will arrive before tonight." The handsome guy turned around and left after he finished speaking.

[PS: On Monday, I hope you will give all the flowers to Xiaojiu.]
Chapter completed!