Dressed as an abandoned daughter of a wealthy family, she relies on metaphysics to become a god

Following the sound, I saw a slovenly old man sitting on a small bench. There was a flag next to him with the words "Shen Shuzi" written on it.

There were many people around his stall, and the old man said slowly: "Come one by one, don't squeeze, everyone can take the turn."

A plump woman squeezed her way to the front row and asked, "I'm the first, Master, how do you calculate this?"

"Pay first, calculate later, ten yuan." The old man raised his left hand in front of the woman.

The woman took out a bill from her wallet, and the old man put the money away with a smile.

He picked up the lottery tube from the ground, shook it three times, mouthed to the woman, and said, "Tell me the questions you want to ask, and then choose one."

"I am forty-two years old and have never been married. I wonder if it will be possible for me in the rest of my life?"

The middle-aged woman chanted while taking out a sign.

"Fetching water from a bamboo basket is in vain. The swallows fly away in various places. I am born with a lonely fate. Is it difficult to find a husband and get married?"

The woman's face changed drastically, she dropped the signature bitterly and walked away.

"It's my turn, Master. I just have a question. I just invested a lot of money in this year's business. Can I make back my money?" The man offered a hundred yuan.

It was still the same process as before, the man drew a lot eagerly, and then looked at the old man longingly.

"I can't read the ancient poems here!"

The old man took it, looked at it, and raised his hands to him: "Congratulations to this gentleman, you will make a lot of money in the near future!"

"Big fortune? But I lost all my investment before, how could I have a fortune?" Although the man was a little happy, he was still puzzled, "Could it be that the lottery ticket I bought yesterday won the first prize? Two million?”

"More than that, more than that, I think it's at least this number." The old man made an eight sign to him.

Eight digits?

Isn’t that tens of millions?

"But, your wealth is a bit strange. Although you can get it, you can't spend a penny on it." The old man shook his head and said, "Sir, I advise you to deposit all this money in the bank. ."

"Ah?!" The man seemed to have remembered something, grabbed the old man's sleeves, and asked, "Master, I don't want this money, is there anything I can do?"

Upon hearing the man's words, there was a lot of discussion around him.

"Is this man sick? He doesn't even want money?"

"Yes, yes, if you don't want it, give it to me!"

"Afraid of doing something wrong? I don't dare to ask for it."

The old man said slowly: "I'm just a fortune teller, I don't have that ability. There is a time in life that must come, but there is no time in life. Don't force it."

"This...well, okay." The man was dejected, put the signature into his briefcase, and left in a hurry.

Seeing Pei Hengzhi stop moving forward, Chu Yao asked in surprise: "Dong Pei is interested in mystical arts?"

When these words came from Chu Yao's mouth, Pei Hengzhi felt a strange and wonderful feeling in his heart.

"Not really, I'm just curious to have a look." Pei Hengzhi replied, "Does Miss Chu believe in ghosts and gods?"

"Believe it or not." Chu Yao smiled, "I can't deny the existence of something I haven't seen before, but I won't pin everything on metaphysics."

The two chatted for a while, but the old man's stall suddenly became noisy.

It turned out that there was a little girl whose elder was seriously ill. Her signature was different from the previous two. There was no ancient poem, only two big words.

Empty.