Chapter One hundred and twelve

"What the Hell? "

Lu ran shook his head, knowing that today's plan has not worked. They must have talked to him yesterday. There are pictures of him and Fan Kun in front of every stall. It's impossible to get more money. And the way those guys look at me, they're gonNA go over there, and they're gonNA get hit again.

The auction doesn't START UNTIL QUARTER TO. It's a little early. On second thought, he decided to take a stroll around the other boroughs and try to salvage a little, rather than nothing.

Soon they were in the grocery area behind the Lingshi district. The Grocery area sells groceries, and there are many, many, almost any stalls around it. Correspondingly, a liar ———————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— --.

No sooner had he turned in than there was a large mat on the side of the road, with a go and a chess set in the middle, and on one side sat an old man with a bare head and bare feet and a fan. Go and chess are endgames, used to make people challenge, the challenge note says go 20,000, chess 10,000.

That's right, the kind of old man you find in a modern social park is also found here. And he looks exactly the same. There seems to be a very profound reason behind this.

Lu ran shook his head, Fan Kun also shook his head, all forward. Their chess skills, really is not ordinary bad, chess pieces to eat may not even know how to happen.

There's a gambling booth up ahead. There was a table on which stood a crystal lottery machine with ten balls with numbers one to ten written on them. When the vendor turns the handle of the machine, the ball inside it is kicked up and occasionally pops out through a small hole at the top.

The game rule of this stall is also very simple, that is to bet to buy no. , Buy to lose 10,000 taels, buy to lose 100 taels of money. This may sound like a silly setup, after all, the expectation of winning is 10 times, that is, 1000 taels for an average of 1000 taels.

But look at the stall owner next to the money made for the same crystal box, filled with notes, you know things are not so simple, the probability of winning the lottery may be zero. Lu ran still has a bit of insight, do not eat this loss.

Before that, there was a booth for a fortune-teller called "the semi-immortal, " which they were even less interested in. Fortune tellers have been known to be charlatans for thousands of years, and anyone with a little bit of experience knows that their words are universal, not scientific.

But this time is a bit interesting, they just walked past the stall, the stall owner, "half fairy" quickly ran up, pointing to the two of them between the eyes and big words.

"Oh, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, My, my! "

This time down, Lu ran and Fan Kun two people listen to is a Leng One Leng, have cast scornful eyes.

Mád, we are all young men, now full of energy, eyes like the torch, you bloody liar would not look for a good sick start, really do not know.

"Old man, there are three feet above the head of the Gods, beware of false talk by thunder. " Lu Ran disdained: "We are refreshing, do not need your concern, is the printing hall really black, that is not clean up in the morning? Come on, excuse me. "

Just as he was leaving, the old man held up a mirror with his left hand and looked at them. Oh, do not take good, this photo, the original Yin Tang is indeed faint black, and obviously not touch what dirty things did not clean that kind, it seems to be really a stream of Yin Qi.

It's, uh... This is the old man's doing The two of them looked at each other, then looked at the owner of the stalls, and found that they had not noticed the situation here at all. It did not look like the kind of child-care, or the neighbors would surely come up and say, "yes, the hall is black. ".

"What do you think? " Fan Kun rubbed his eyebrows, found or a sullen look, a little tangled in the heart.

Lu Ran blinked two eyes, a thought just the old man said the last sentence, don't say really have a little letter. If he said anything about blood and death and parting, he wouldn't care. But how did the old man know that he was in a tight corner today?

He's going to the auction house in a few minutes to buy the Ice Dog, which Fan Kun has suggested might fetch around one million. Now they have only fifty dollars, but that's not enough.

"Is the old man really a prophet? is He really a 'semi-immortal' ? "

Readers, do you now know why fortune tellers did not die out in the twenty-one St Century? After what the old man said just now, would it be understandable for you to put it on yourself?

A knife cut his hand, where his knee hit the blood, brush his teeth may also bleed... ? As long as it's bleeding, what is it that's not bleeding? It'll take ten days. Three or five days is enough for many careless people.

The Pain of separation? Well, when you left for work this morning, didn't you say goodbye to your parents? Did the students leave school without their best friends? Not to mention the ease of transportation these days, it's not normal to get out of your house every other day.

As for a day will be hard to see the money in the shy of the injury... ! Come on, that's pretty much how everyone in the world feels all the time. ! The reason for adding a similar, that is because does not include Ma Yunma Huateng such a person? But then again, this kind of person will not meet the fortune-teller is not, met the fortune-teller dare not go up to bluff is not?

All right, let's get back to the semi-fairy.

In fact, as an inheritor of traditional skills, the old man must have some real knowledge, the art of observing people, people must kill thousands of people on the street. Coupled with some means and speech skills, fortune-telling will naturally up.

Again, we're all here to make a living, to make a living. He who is truly pure in heart will not be deceived. He who falls into the trap will be restless and unclean.

"Well... Let's give it a try. I'll see what the old man can do. "

With these words, the two men came to the "semi-immortal" table and sat down. The old man smiled and sat across from them, shaking his head slightly as he looked at them.

"You Youth, with an open mind, must think me a charlatan, a charlatan, a charlatan. I saw the look on your faces. I knew it. Originally, I do not intend to be boring, but I am a kind-hearted person, do not have the heart to lose you today

Yo-ho, still kind-hearted, do not have the heart to let us suffer losses? All right, I'll play along with you, and we'll see how you want the money later. This world's fortune-tellers, there is no free money, the knowledge of all know not to say, you are good, open to say the word dead.

"Old sir, you just said we in ten days of blood, and then the separation of the pain, also what the money in the injury, we are stupid, you explain it. "

The old man lowered his head to look at land, and then looked at Fan Kun, mouth slightly tilted, a pair of already have a plan in mind.

"Ha ha, this childe, " he pointed to land ran way: "although the old husband just said three disasters, but only the second disaster is two common burden, this first disaster and the third disaster, afraid is childe you a person's suffering

Well, the old man seems to have some skills. The two men looked at each other and secretly said they were amazed. Not to mention what the third disaster, the first disaster is the lack of money, it must be Lu ran right.

The second is the pain of separation, probably after today's auction, or the day after tomorrow. Fan Kun is going to see the Dragon and Phoenix will go back to the north, so separate words, this to Lu ran. Lu Ran was more inclined to leave for the mountain of La Shen tomorrow.

So the old man was right about the second point.

Lu ran smiled and readily admitted: "The old man Le Clan des Siciliens, the first disaster and the second disaster is indeed correct. But this third disaster of blood, how to say? In ten days I will be killed? "

Lu ran did not believe in the blood disaster, and thought that the old man, like other fortune-tellers, was just bluffing. If yesterday they met this "semi-immortal" before tearing down the platform, then the words of the other side would come true, but today, a bit empty.

"Childe, don't be in a hurry, and let me take my time, " said the old man, handing Lu ran a cup of tea: "Childe Yintang Black, physiological factors is spleen and stomach deficiency cold, drink this cup of specially prepared 'Longxu Tea' , half an hour can ease

"No, just tell me about the bloodbath first. "

Lu ran returned the tea with a wave of his hand. No one on the street knows, a strange old man please drink tea, this who dare to drink? Whether you're right or wrong, this stuff is undrinkable.

The old man smiled and asked Fan Kun and Fan Kun also hurriedly waved as if it were poison. The old man smiled again, and, with a pleasant countenance, made his way slowly.

"never mind. Your surname is Lu, isn't it? "

Yo, Yo, Ho? That's amazing. You can guess that? Did this guy eavesdrop on our conversation with the three Lin sisters yesterday? Puzzled, the old man explained.

"Don't be surprised, Lu, the sword on your body is engraved on it. It's not something I figured out. "

Oh, I see. My God, the fortune-teller's eyes are so keen that he even noticed the small words on the small emerald on the hilt of his sword.

"Lu, when the old man said you had blood in ten days, he meant two things. First, he meant someone close to you. If I'm right, someone in your family must be seriously ill in bed, and in a few days... "