It can't be hidden from anyone who is interested.

There is also the vast sea atmosphere brought by the Water Dragon Song Heart Method that ordinary people cannot recognize, but for those with vision, they only need to feel the majestic aura of rivers entering the sea to distinguish their roots and feet.

However, such secrets in the world, fortune tellers will naturally not talk too much.

Watching the little lady of the Lu family leave, she sat on her stool again, holding a teapot, closing her eyes to rest.

This matter is not over yet.

Half an hour later, a group of people came from the street in a fierce manner and surrounded the stall. The leader was wearing black clothes and black robe, wearing jade rings, and holding folding fans, just like a young master in the turbid world.

He looks very good, and he looks like a monkey version of Zhang Lan.

He led his men around the fortune teller, but he didn't do anything.

He was so angry that he insisted on pretending to be calm. With a wave of his hand, a fierce guy came forward, threw out a tael of silver, and said to the fortune teller:

"Fortune-teller, I heard you're doing it very accurately, come and do it for me."

"What do guests want?"

The fortune teller put away the money and rubbed his hands like a businessman. He asked:

"Famous fame, marriage, or appearance?

It’s not my bragging. My skills are taught by the master. It is quite accurate to see people’s fate and fortune-telling, especially for people in the world to see them!

Highly recommend it.”

"Then look at physiognomy."

This group of people were obviously here to make trouble. The fierce man's face was full of flesh. He sneered, rolled up his sleeves, pointed at his face, and said:

"Come on, see."

"Oh, you don't need to look at this evil spirit."

The fortune teller smiled, half-squinted his eyes, clasped his fists and said:

"The hero should be suffering from blood today. It is not advisable to go out. Go home and hide."

"You fart!"

The man cursed and smiled grimly, and was about to hit the fortune teller who had disturbed the young master's distinguished guest to the ground.

But just as soon as he raised his fist, the man stopped in place as if he was caught in an evil spirit.

His face was shaking. Looking closely, his whole body seemed to be controlled by an invisible object, very stiff. He wanted to shout, but couldn't even shout it out.

"I don't have much ability and a big voice. I scared the children on the roadside, so I won't talk about it now."

The fortune teller turned cold and scolded:

“What if it disturbs my business?

I am a small family, and I finally found a business. I have a beloved wife and sister at home. I have a few brothers with big appetites to raise. If you, a reckless man, you will be hungry.

It’s really hateful to smash people’s jobs!

You evil beast, why don’t you sit down with me yet!”

The man said casually, the burly man who came to make trouble was like a puppy, stiffening his body and squatting obediently on the side.

This outrageous scene scared everyone else.

This barbarian is famous for being unrestrained in Jinling City. He specializes in bad business. Although he only practices two or three levels of work, he still cannot practice.

But on weekdays, he bullies the market and has a very desperate hobby aura.

But today I couldn't punch and was stopped.

The others immediately knew that they had disturbed the master and were about to sneak away. The next moment, when they raised their steps, they found that there seemed to be a light wind flowing in front of them, and a layer of energy blocked the way, like a wall.

The fortune teller behind him took a sip of tea, coughed lightly, picked up the folding fan, and said:

"All the guests are here, don't you think of a fortune? Could it be that I am here to entertain me? Alas, don't you think I am like this now, I was also a gangster in the world back then.

Not a good temper.”

"Tell fortunes, tell fortunes."

The young master in black who came with the man smiled bitterly, turned around, took out a stack of silver notes from his sleeve, placed them on the wooden table, smiled, pointed at his cheek, and said:

"Master, please tell the little student a fortune."

"Oh, this young man."

The fortune teller counted the silver notes, then nodded with satisfaction, raised his head, looked at it with his eyes, and said:

"You have a bloody disaster today. Don't leave. Come on, stay by my side. It's noon. When the evil-killing conference opens, I will solve this disaster for you."

His fingers shook, and the young man in black changed his face, and his whole body felt as if he was wrapped in silk thread.

He was just a rich young man. He had been a rich man since he was a child and did not practice martial arts. He was not an opponent of such strange means.

In just a moment, it was like a puppet carrying a thread.

I also squatted in front of the fortune telling stall with my brother just now.

The fortune teller had done three business operations in just half an hour and was very satisfied. He glanced at the venue that was being arranged not far away, calculated the time, and calmed down.

He waved his folding fan, took a sip of tea, and said to the group of people who came to make trouble in front of him:

"Old Zhang Cheng doesn't deceive me. If you work hard, you can make money."
Chapter completed!