The system asks me to pick up trash

Xiao Yi entered the cancer hospital wearing a mask.

Wearing a mask is normal in the cancer hospital. The problem is that Xiao Yi is afraid that those nurses will chase him after seeing him so handsome, which annoys him a lot.

Now Xiao Yi is wearing a mask, holding a broom, and entered Ward 1104,

Pretending to clean the four corners of the ward, but his eyes were fixed on Zhao Chaoyang's bed.

As he expected, a good-looking drama is being staged.

Not long after the fortune-teller entered, he saw the woman was calm as usual, but her husband was not on the hospital bed, and there were several unknown people around.

Presumably, her husband has already been transported to Qingheyuan, where the body is mortuary, so these family members or friends may have come to see her husband for the last time.

"Eldest sister, your husband has passed away, so you can mourn yourself." The fortune teller said.

The woman looked up at him fiercely when she heard this.

"What did you say? Why didn't I understand?" the woman asked, raising her voice.

"Didn't your husband pass away at two o'clock last night? The painting has been drawn very accurately, and the exact time of death has been given.

Why, eldest sister, you say this, it makes me feel that you don't want to pay me for fortune-telling? "When the fortune-teller mentioned money, his eyes were greedy and cruel, and his voice was extremely cold.

"What did you say? Say it again." After the woman finished speaking, she stood up, and her friend Zhao Chaoyang, who came to see her husband, also looked at the fortune-teller with angry eyes, and walked up to the fortune-teller.

The fortune-teller was eager to get the money for the fortune-telling, and he didn't care about the expressions on these people's faces. He just wanted to clarify the matter.

With a swipe of last night, the painting of Black and White Wuchang walking on Huangquan Road holding the magic staff that hooks the soul opened the painting.

"I said big sister, you have to be conscientious in life, didn't you take all the pictures on your phone yesterday?

You are prepared, your husband passed away, so you gave me the fortune-telling money, and you agreed to pay the bill today, why didn't you admit it? "

The fortune teller said plausibly.

When the woman heard this, she pointed at his nose and cursed:
"You violated God's will, you counted as false divination, and you still blamed others for not being conscientious?
Take a good look at the true hexagrams shown by God here!
Thanks to you for letting me take a photo of the picture, if you hadn't reminded me, God's providence would have been covered up by you. "

Not only the women's atmosphere, Zhao Chaoyang's group of friends compared the painting in the fortune-telling hand with the painting in the woman's hand.

The meaning of the picture is so different!
The painting in the fortune teller's hand stated that Zhao Chaoyang would die at two o'clock in the middle of the night.

But the paintings in the women's hands showed God's will, but pointed out a way for them to live.

"This fortune-teller wants to curse my husband to death. Look, God gave him this painting, but he took the painting that cursed my husband to death. Lied to me."

The fortune-teller was also taken aback when he saw the painting on the woman's phone.

Reminiscent of Bai Wuchang really appearing last night.

Did God really not want her husband to die?Even Bai Wuchang was angry with what they did and cast a spell to scare them from coming.

"Nimma, he is clearly a living person, yet you curse him to die at two o'clock in the middle of the night?" Zhao Chaoyang's friend obviously couldn't see it, grabbed the fortune teller by the neck, and asked angrily.

The fortune teller wanted to take Zhao Chaoyang's friend away, and said indifferently:

"Take your hand away, why are you so angry? People die every day in the cancer hospital. Isn't it normal for people to die?"