After Li Dahai dealt with the traffic police for ten minutes, the traffic police sent Li Dahai and Lin Mo home directly.

Li Dahai lives in an independent courtyard in the suburbs of Rongcheng. As soon as Lin Mo got off the car, he immediately frowned.

Because at this moment, he felt like a cloud above his head, and the entire small yard was shrouded in a sense of disaster.

"What's wrong with me?"

As if he saw something was wrong, Li Dahai came forward and said.

"Nothing, go in and take a look."

Lin Mo came to his senses, but he did not say it directly, but just became alert in secret.

As soon as he entered the door, Lin Mo smelled an aromatic smell. He looked at Li Dahai in confusion. The latter immediately whispered: "It's my father. He has been seriously ill these days. He has used all the methods he can use. The doctor has issued a critical illness notice. I am now a dead horse. It just so happened that my wife knew a master. He said he could help the elderly stabilize their condition, so I'll give it a try."

"Can I go in and take a look?"

For some reason, as soon as Li Dahai spoke, Lin Mo immediately linked everything he saw at the door with his father's illness.

"Of course it's okay, but my father has just recovered some energy now, don't bother him for too long."

Li Dahai said as he took Lin Mo to the second floor.

He pushed open a door and stood inside at this time a middle-aged woman, probably Li Dahai's wife, and a man in a gray Zhongshan suit.

Lin Mo turned his perspective to the bed, and there was an old man with white hair and beard lying on the bed. His face was bloodless, his brows were tightly frowned, and there was a small table near the corner of the bed, with three incense burners burning blue smoke.

"Who did this?"

At this moment, Lin Mo suddenly saw two thin black lines intertwined at the end of the old man's bed in the corners of the southeast and northwest walls.

The woman immediately frowned and looked at Lin Mo with a little dissatisfaction: "Who are you?"

Li Dahai immediately took a step forward and whispered: "Wife, this is a fortune teller I met today. If it weren't for him today, I would have been hit by a car! Little brother, this is my wife, and the gentleman next to me is the master I told you. My wife invited her for a lot of money."

"oh?

Expert?

Is this really the case?"

Lin Mo's lips curled up a little joke and continued, "Will experts still use such inappropriate techniques as breaking the dragon's hole to help others treat diseases?

I'm sorry for being ignorant, it's the first time I've heard of it."

"Dahai, where did you find this person?

Is he sick?"

Upon hearing this, Li Dahai's wife immediately frowned and said in a very unhappy tone: "Mr. Zhang is a famous numerologist here. What do you know, a young boy?

If it weren't for Mr. Zhang, my father-in-law would have died long ago!"

"I don't know what my opinion is?"

Li Dahai did not rush to express his opinions, but looked at Lin Mo blankly.

Lin Mo smiled slightly and said, "Sorry, I'm more straightforward."

After pausing, Lin Mo said again: "But what I said is true. Using the method of breaking the dragon hole to help the patient stabilize the condition, it is just drinking poison to quench thirst!"

"Hmph, nonsense!"

At this moment, a cold snorting came into his ears, and the Mr. Zhang, who had not spoken around him, walked up to him.

This man has black hair, eyes are bright, and his cheeks are very rosy, and he looks like a paranormal.

But at this moment, his face was covered with gloomy expressions and he said word by word: "I have been doing this job as a fortune teller for nearly forty years. How many strange things have you seen?

But I easily resolved it, and no one dared to challenge my authority!”

"Little brother, I heard from Director Li that you understand some Feng Shui, but young people should not come out and play around with it if they know a little. It's really ridiculous to show off their skills."

Mr. Zhang looked at Lin Mo with his eyes squinted, as if an elder was admonishing his younger generation.

If Lin Mo was about the same age as him, maybe he would take it seriously. The profession of numerology is rare after all, and those who have achieved some success are already fifty years old. A young kid like Lin Mo is at most a stinky brat who works with his master.

Lin Mo was not angry at the other party's words, but sighed with a hint of regret: "It's so sad. You don't even understand the most furry things at your age. I really don't know whether to say you are hateful or say you are sad."

"Little brother, don't keep it aside, have you seen something?

Tell me about it, I'm almost in a hurry!"

Li Dahai is completely an outsider. He knew nothing about what the two said, so he could only worry about it. The one lying on the bed was his own father! "Since Director Li asked me to say it, I'm not polite. This layout in front of me is a method of breaking the dragon's hole. Although it can suppress all evil spirits in a short time, it will hurt the world over time, which will make the previous disaster even worse."

After a pause, Lin Mo continued: "Although I don't know what the old man was hit, if this continues, he will die at most three years, and your whole family will decline, and even the family will be destroyed!"

Lin Mo said this without any taboo at all. As a fortune teller, Zu Xun must be open and not deceive! As soon as this was said, everyone except Lin Mo changed their faces, and even Li Dahai said with a gloomy face: "Little brother, although you saved me, it wouldn't be good for you to curse our family like this?"

"Let him keep talking."

Lin Mo was about to speak when a weak voice suddenly came from the bed.

"Dad, why are you awake?

!”

When Li Dahai saw that his father had woken up, he hurried over, but the old man waved his hand and pointed at Lin Mo and said, "I want to hear what this little brother has to say."

"Mr., do you believe me?"

Lin Mo also showed a hint of surprise. He didn't expect the old man to wake up at this time. And the two looked at each other for a while. He found that there seemed to be a hint of trust in the old man's eyes.

The old man sighed and said, "It's hard to say whether I believe it or not, but after Mr. Zhang helped me do this series of things, I have indeed been much better. At least I saved my life. The hospital was unwilling to accept this old bone last month. Do you know?"

Lin Mo stared at the old man tightly, and after a long time he spoke, "Old man, can I give you a pulse?"

Before the old man could speak, Mr. Zhang laughed out loud. He couldn't help but laugh, "Little brother, are you here to make fun of it?"

Do we still need to take pulses when we are numerology?

Are you a Chinese medicine doctor or a fortune teller?

Please be a liar, okay?”
Chapter completed!