The county magistrate has no time to save the world

Chapter 309 The Shadow
The two groups immediately started fighting.

Outside the door of Xue's house, an unprecedented gangster brawl immediately started. Everyone in black clothes masked their faces, and their weapons were long swords and knives. No one could tell who it was.

Zhang Buer was sitting under the wall, the moon was dark and the wind was high today, he could only vaguely see some people dancing below, and he was enjoying watching it right now.

"Drinking?" Suddenly a voice came.

Zhang Buer was taken aback for a moment, and then saw an old man who climbed up the wall at some point next to him. The old man looked very festive, with huge earlobes. He was carrying a wine gourd, shaking the flagpole in his hand, and there was a line written on it, [ 100 two hexagrams. 】

"Does Gua require money for such an expensive wine?" Zhang Buer asked.

"Of course I need money." The old fortune teller said, "But if you want to tell a fortune, I will give you wine."

"How much?" Zhang Buer asked again.

"Give as much as you want." The old fortune-teller hummed and laughed.

"Then your hexagram is spiritual?" Zhang Buer asked.

"Of course, no money is not allowed." The old fortune-teller said confidently.

"Then you only pay when you test the hexagram?" Zhang Buer blinked and asked.

The fortune-teller's Hei Doudou rolled his eyes seven or eight times, "That's natural."

"Then do the math, how long can I live." Zhang Buer asked.

"Do you really want to count?" The old fortune-teller was stunned, "People's fate is predestined, if you count it, you have peeped at the fate, and you will be punished... Hiss... But your fate is like this, you should never do it again Are you punished?"

"What do you mean...fate is already like this?" Zhang Buer was taken aback.

"Hey." The old fortune teller smiled, put the jug aside, closed his eyes and started counting.

When he opened it again, the blood in both ears had already dripped down his shoulders along the earlobes. He turned around and was about to speak, but found that the jug was actually in Zhang Buer's hand. When he looked down, it was his own jug , so he said sharply, "How did you steal my things, boy?"

"It's what you said, fortune-telling is free to drink." Zhang Buer said seriously.

"Oh... that's right, then you can drink it." The old fortune-teller stretched out his hands and crossed his legs, clasped his ankles in front of him, rubbed them inward, and said, "Your fate is actually quite interesting. You know the 28 constellations, right?"

"I don't know." Zhang Buer shook his head.

"Then do you know Sanyuan?" the old fortune-teller said again.

"I don't know." Zhang Buer continued to shake his head and continued to drink.

"Hiss... Anyway, it's... Hey, let me put it this way, even if you commit two big stars with your life, it can also be understood as two gods. One god prevents you from having money in this life, and the other god It is to prevent you from having hair in this life." The old fortune-teller said.

"If so." Zhang Buer asked.

"It will also dissipate quickly, and if it is ill-gotten wealth, it will harm family and friends." The fortune-teller said with a smile, "But the gods in your fate can't beat the two gods who bullied you, so I just want to give you money." It can give you some benefits, so your chances are huge, and your luck is outrageous, plus you are a lucky star with amazing bones, and you will surely achieve great things in time."

"Oh, so how long can I live?" Zhang Buer didn't seem to want to listen to the fortune-teller's nonsense.

"It's just lucky that you met me. If you hadn't met me, you would have died at the age of 30. Now that I'm here, I guarantee that you will live to a hundred or more." The old fortune-teller said confidently, patting his chest. .

"That's great." Zhang Buer said perfunctorily, focusing on drinking.

The old fortune-teller was taken aback, "What do you mean...that's great?"

"Isn't it good if I meet you can live more than a hundred years?" Zhang Buer pouted a few times, and poured the last few drops of wine into his throat, and then he put the jug back in satisfaction The place where the old man put it down.

"No..." The old fortune-teller looked surprised, "Shouldn't you ask me why you could only live thirty years before you met me?"

"Didn't I already meet you?" Zhang Buer was full of surprise, "Why is your brain not working?"

"Huh?" The old fortune-teller was stunned, "Is my head not working?"

Of course, whoever said this kind of thing first would gain the advantage. Although Zhang Buer was slow to respond to being scolded by Zheng Nian over and over again on weekdays, his reaction was not slow when he was with other people.

"Yes." Zhang Bu'er said, "Didn't you say that if you meet you, you can live for more than 100 years? I have already met you, so why worry now?"

The old fortune-teller said helplessly, "What I mean is, if I take action, you can live to more than 100. Shouldn't you beg me to save you and let you live to more than 100?"

"You are such a troublesome person!" Zhang Buer said impatiently, "You said I would live thirty and I would live thirty? Are you a heavenly king, Lao Tzu or someone else? Why are you really accurate? Tell them not to fight Now, let’s all dance with big hats.”

The old fortune-teller was surprised, "I saved your life, did I make a mistake?"

"You knew I was going to die?" Zhang Buer said angrily, "Forget it, you are a liar. I don't care."

"Don't! I've done all the calculations for you. How can you say I'm a liar? Are you unreasonable?" The old fortune-teller grabbed Zhang Buer.

"How old am I?" Zhang Buer asked.

"How do I know?" said the old fortune-teller.

"You don't even know how old I am, so you come to tell me my fortune, then you say I can live to thirty, and after a few years I die, I will give you money. If I don't die, I will give you money when I come to you. I broke the hexagram flag for you!" Zhang Buer disdainfully jumped off the courtyard wall.

In terms of intelligence, Zhang Buer is indeed mediocre, but in terms of cheating, he is really not afraid of anyone.

The old fortune-teller's face turned green with anger. He grabbed the flagon to drink, but found that there was nothing left in it. After shaking it a few times, no drop came out, "Damn it, why do you feel like I've been cheated? Impossible! Absolutely impossible! How could this old man have been deceived after so many years in the world? Impossible, impossible!"

The battle below was still going on. At this time, a group of people had appeared in the courtyard of the Xue family. They did not mask their faces, but came out of the house in a grandiose manner.

The leader is Xue Shuyi.

The guards on both sides rushed out and went straight to those people.

After all, the man in black is here to do things, and his strength is of course stronger than these servants, but if the entanglement is discovered by others, there is only one dead end, and he does not dare to fight randomly at the moment.

However, the corner of Xue Shuyi's mouth curled up slightly, and he jumped out immediately, found a weak person, and grabbed him.

"Let me go!" The man immediately waved his hand and stabbed him with a murderous intent hidden in his hand!
Xue Shuyi was startled and quickly let go of this person.

Watching him escape.

Take a deep breath.

A black shadow suddenly stretched out from the ground, heading straight for the direction where the person disappeared.

A shadow is a shadow.

No one, just an elongated shadow.

The shadow stretched away, and it actually recognized the road in the distance as if it had nose and eyes. It lay on the wall from the ground, and then pulled from the wall to the depths along the corner.

Xue Shuyi smiled and said, "Are you here?"

No one spoke at the back, but the long shadow suddenly separated a part of black shadow to Xue Shuyi's feet, and slowly turned into a word.

Ok.

"Did you just arrive in Jiangnan?" Xue Shuyi asked again.

Yes.

The shadow changed again and became a new word.

At this moment, a tragic cry came from around the corner, and the shadow actually dragged the foot of a man in black and dragged him backwards.

Xue Shuyi stepped forward, standing on the ground bound by the black shadow and unable to move, said, "What are you doing here?"

The man in black looked blankly at Xue Shuyi, then looked at the corner, "I...I'm shitting..."

"Do you have to wear night clothes for shit?" Xue Shuyi smiled, "Let's go back and talk."

The black shadow slowly pulled Xue Shuyi into the Xue family mansion.

(End of this chapter)