The lucky wife of Seventy married a rough man and became the richest man with the help of the system

Zhang Zisong walked out of the alley and couldn't help but sigh heavily in his heart.

Half a month ago, Ranran asked herself to go to the post office and deliver a letter. Ranran told her the content of the letter. Can her relatives be found after not seeing each other for more than ten years?

Now half a month has passed, and Ranran's condition has gradually worsened.

What she did was not a desire to survive, but a sign of loss of consciousness.

How could Zhang Zisong bear to see the girl he loved die from the torture of illness.

"Master, light it up, light it up." Xuexue pointed excitedly at the person in front.

Su Baobao looked up and saw a man walking out of an alley in front of him.

It's not strange to see a man. What's strange is that this man is glowing. Although it's not that strong, Su Baobao can guarantee that he won't be dazzled.

"It's strange, Master, aren't you looking for my little aunt? Why did you become your little uncle?" Xuexue tilted her head and said stupidly.

"You little idiot, this is a skill I specially gave to the baby." The system couldn't stand it anymore and stepped forward to gently knock Xue Xue on the head.

"It hurts." Xuexue's eyes were full of tears.

You little drama queen.

Ignoring Xuexue's feigned pain, the system turned its gaze and said, "Anyone who has been in contact with my little aunt in recent times will emit light. The longer the contact, the stronger the light."

Su Baobao nodded understandingly.

"In this case, let's follow him quietly first. He must have been in contact with my little aunt."

"Baby, isn't this unsafe?" Aunt Su said that she was unreliable. Although her niece was smart when she was away from home, she still didn't understand the dangers of life.

"Don't worry, third aunt, it's okay. I don't think he is a bad person. Maybe he is the great benefactor who saves my little aunt."

What Su Baobao said was not nonsense, but a tip from the system.

"Okay." Since my niece was so sure, I would protect her more.

Zhang Zisong went to several hospitals and came out disappointed.

"Little niece, there is something to be done."

This person seems to be quite healthy. If someone in his family hadn't been sick, he wouldn't have been to the hospital so frequently.

Zhang Zisong had been out for a long time and was worried about his family, so he was ready to go home.

"It's fortune telling. You don't need money. You can calculate fortune, career luck, life luck, love luck, and children's luck."

The clan cloth was torn, and an old man about half a hundred years old wearing a shabby Taoist priest's uniform came out.

Zhang Zisong was walking with his head down when he was suddenly stopped.

"Young man, we are destined, why don't you make a fortune telling?" The old Taoist priest stepped forward to stop him.

Zhang Zisong was not angry when he saw someone blocking the way. It was an old man, "Old man, why did you come out like this? I don't want to do this now. You should go home quickly."

Zhang Zisong was worried that this old man was telling fortunes on the street in broad daylight. If he was caught, he would definitely suffer.

Seeing that he didn't mention fortune telling, the old Taoist priest persuaded him to leave quickly, so he had to pretend to be pitiful and said, "Young man, just let the uncle tell your fortune. I haven't opened a business in three years, not counting the last one." Gua, I can only go hungry."

The old Taoist priest also rubbed his belly.

It's easy for me, because the master calculated that this person would be related to that influential figure in the future, so he specially asked me to show my face and make a good impression.

"Okay, old man, I have a sick girl at home. Can you calculate whether she can be cured?" I was really crazy. Even the hospital said there was no way to save me. I actually wanted to rely on fortune telling to calculate Ranran's chance of survival. .

The old Taoist priest stroked his beard clearly, "The turning point will appear today. The dead energy will fade away, and everything will be full of vitality again. If you want to listen carefully, I can analyze it in detail with you..."

"You mean, there is still hope?" Zhang Zisong was not in the mood to listen to his long speech.

"Yes, that noble person will show up today." It's a pity that I don't have the chance to meet that noble person. Wouldn't it be better if I could gain favor with him in person?

The old Taoist priest shook his head regretfully. It turned out that this was what the master said not to be forced.

"Thank you, no matter what, thank you anyway." Zhang Zisong originally didn't believe in such fortune telling, but now that the girl he likes is sick, he is still happy to believe it, even if there is only one percent chance hope.

"Now, this is all the money I have, keep it." Zhang Zisong rummaged through all his pockets and found some scattered banknotes.

The old Taoist priest only drew one piece and said, "This is the fortune-telling money." After saying that, he wandered away.

Wow, I'm so touched. I'm so hungry that I can't walk straight, but I'm only willing to take the one with the smallest denomination.

Seeing this, Zhang Zisong stuffed the remaining money back into his pocket and prepared to help him go home.

When I looked up, where was the old Taoist priest?