Fast Time Travel: The Villain's First Love

Chapter 365 God Stick (7)

It seems that he is really a pitiful little boy in this world, and he feels sorry for wasting a few bowls of porridge.

While he was washing the dishes, Mu Zhili leaned against the door and asked him about his occupation again.

Anyway, it was nothing shameful, Yu Jingmo put the bowls and chopsticks away, wiped the water from his hands, and then told her that he was a Feng Shui master.

Mu Zhili only knew about his past experience, and didn't pay attention to his occupation. When she heard him say that he was a Feng Shui master, she couldn't believe it. He, a Feng Shui master, needs to dress like a business elite?
That elegant suit and shiny leather shoes don't look like a fortune teller at all.

With his image of a tender and tender little white onion, who can he fool?Think about him stopping a person on the street and saying that if I watch your seal turn black, there will be disasters, just this scene, it is almost unbearable.

It's no wonder that Feng Shui is such a high-paying industry, but he can barely afford it.

It is said that he has no money, so where did he get the suit?

Yu Jingmo called the unlocking company again, and when the unlocking staff came, she asked, "Are you looking at the fortune teller, or looking at the residential base?"

Yu Jingmo said slowly: "Both are acceptable."

Both are half-baked.

In addition to the special ability that the eyes can see the moment when a person dies, occasionally he can see a person's luck and see what disasters happen to him. As for the method of cracking, he can handle it if he is young. I can ask someone else to be smart.

There is a group in the Feng Shui world, which gathers masters from the three provinces. He learned his insignificant fortune-telling method from a master in the group. People like him are better than Xiao Transparent in the group. A little bit, because you can see the life and death of people, as for the others, it is completely at the end of the crane.

"Brilliant."

He had an inscrutable expression on his face, "Looking at astrology and divination also pays attention to chance."

If he is really lucky, he may not be able to handle some rich people, and he can also get a kickback when he acts as a middleman and introduces people to other people in the group.

After the staff from the unlocking company opened the door, Yu Jingmo turned around and entered the elevator without waiting for her to ask to keep someone.

Mu Zhili changed his clothes, found the wallet, and took out 500 yuan from it. After thinking about it, he felt that it was too little, so he took out another 1000 yuan, put the [-] yuan into a red envelope, and went to Yu Jingmo's house the door.

The doorbell rang for 2 minutes before the people inside opened the door unhurriedly.

He raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's the matter?"

"It's nothing." Mu Zhili raised his lips and smiled, "I just figured it out. You're right. There are many people who are more miserable than me. I shouldn't be so pessimistic. There are still many things worth remembering in the world. , people should look forward.”

"It's fine if you want to." Yu Jingmo nodded disinterestedly. He didn't care if she died, as long as he had an alibi.

"Didn't I take your 200 yuan and live in your house for two days, this is your money back."

She handed over the red envelope.

Yu Jingmo raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect to return the meat buns he threw out. He took the red envelopes and said sincerely: "You are still young, and you have a long way to go. Live well."

Mu Zhili smiled, "Thank you, I will."

Yu Jingmo went back to the room, and the first thing he did while sitting on the sofa was to open the red envelope. He counted it, and there was a total of 1000 yuan in it. His mouth curled up unconsciously, and his eyes narrowed into a smile, 1000 yuan!
It feels good to be rich.

Save 300 yuan, spend 500 yuan for this month, and rent the booth for five days with the remaining 200 yuan.

A no-name feng shui master like him doesn't have a fixed head of household, so he can only find a fixed seat as much as possible.

In the ancient streets of Xiguan, there are some small shops selling incense, candles and paper money. Because no one is in charge, those shopkeepers rent out the vacant space outside their shops.

The cost is 40 yuan a day, and if there is any gathering, he can earn a few hundred a day. If this is normal, he can only earn enough money for his meals.

Mu Zhili stayed at home for two days, and only after finishing up a recently updated family ethics drama did he think about looking for Yu Jingmo.

She asked the commander-in-chief to check where Yu Jingmo was, and decided to give him a chance encounter.

It took Mu Zhili an entire hour to find the street where Yu Jingmo was after making many turns and turns.

Only less than 100 meters away from Yu Jingmo, Mu Zhili looked at the people surrounded by circles in front of her, walked in and asked the people who were watching the show outside the circle, "What's the matter?"

As soon as the old lady heard someone asking her, she finally got the news after watching for so long, and she pointed to the crowd and said, "I've already said that these people rely on deceit The unscrupulous money earned will sooner or later cause trouble, you talk about such a young man, what is wrong with learning, and doing deceitful business."

"It's what you deserve. You can say anything in order to make money. If you say something is bad, say that a child is going to have an accident, it's okay. If the person died, it wasn't someone who found it, but he cursed it."

After Mu Zhili heard this, he squeezed the crowd forward with a cold face, and saw that in the center of the crowd, several people surrounded Yu Jingmo and punched and kicked him, while Yu Jingmo crouched by the wall with his head in his arms, with no room for retaliation.

A woman sat on the ground and patted her legs and cried, "My son, you are only seven years old. If you are gone, how will you let your mother live?"

Standing beside her was a man who didn't look to be in his thirties. His face was dark and gloomy with fury. He pointed at Yu Jingmo, gritted his teeth and said, "Hit, beat me to death! It's mine to kill."

Mu Zhili's anger rose immediately, and it reached its peak. She threw aside the person who kicked Yu Jingmo the hardest, and protected him behind her.

"Damn it! Do you know that fighting will result in administrative detention!" If it wasn't for the rule of law, she would blow their heads off with one punch.

"Detention, huh, even if I lose my life, I'm afraid of being detained!" He stared, his eyeballs seemed to protrude, "If it wasn't for him, my son would have died, and I would have killed him even if I risked my life! "

Mu Zhili swears again, "Stupid, what does your son's death have to do with him?"

"If he hadn't cursed my son for something, my son would have died perfectly?!" He was only seven years old, so young, and didn't understand anything, so he died in the icy river.

"Go to the hospital with a mental illness." She sneered, "If you want to say that you will die today, this is a curse, then he doesn't have to go out, just say a few words every day, everyone in this world will be extinct, silly /force!"

Yu Jingmo spat out the blood in his mouth. He moved his painful body, looked up at the person whose back was facing him, his forehead was hit by a bench leg just now, and blood flowed into his eyes. Buzzing, their voices seem to be in the sky, getting farther and farther away from themselves.

His eyes closed slowly without a trace of anger, it would be fine to just die like this.

(End of this chapter)