Bai Gui Ye Xing

"Master, please see if I am haunted by ghosts. Recently, I feel very uncomfortable all over, especially my buttocks. It hurts and is bleeding."

A fat middle-aged man in gold and silver asked me, smoking a cigar. I coughed and said, "Please tell me the specific situation."

"I don't know what happened that day, my butt hurts, and then I bleed when I went to the toilet." The fat middle-aged man began to describe it.

It has been about ten days since I came back from the Red Gate Inn, and Han Sifan and I stayed in Uncle Cong's mourning hall and started to work, which is to tell fortunes to people.

Not to mention, I finally understand why many people like to work in this industry. This industry is simply a profiteering industry. Among other things, this fat middle-aged man in front of me is suffering from a fucking hemorrhoid. The hospital can solve it with a few hundred dollars. In our place, can you go out with peace of mind if you don’t spend tens of thousands?

But generally speaking, such people come to us fortune-tellers just to comfort their hearts.

"What?" I showed a surprised expression, looked at him with wide eyes and said, "You are haunted by wronged souls. If I guess correctly, you must have seen blood recently, right?"

I'm not guessing randomly, it's a psychological tactic taught by Uncle Cong, the meaning of seeing blood can be broad, it can be a crime, murder, arson, even kicking a dog, you can fool him See blood, and then come to test what happened to this person.

"Master is wise." The fat man was still a little dubious, and immediately whispered: "A few days ago, I found out that the old guy who used to tell my fortune was a liar, so I paid someone to beat him up, who knows He was so irresistible that he was beaten to death in one hit, I was afraid that he would turn into a ghost to harm me."

I took a deep breath, but on the surface I closed my eyes calmly and said: "Amitabha, goodness is goodness, benefactor, you are killing evil, killing is the head of the evil, this evil ghost is haunted, and his first seven days are your life time of mourning."

I regretted it as soon as I finished speaking, grandma, what did I tell him about Amitabha, I am now a big disciple of Maoshan, if this guy reacts, wouldn’t he find someone to beat me.

Fortunately, this guy also seemed to be frightened, he covered his buttocks and yelled: "Master, my butt hurts again, help me."

"Go to the toilet quickly, I'll show you how to do it." I held my nose, pointed to the toilet not far away, watched the fat man run in, and shook my head.

In fact, this fat man is not too weird. He would be called a weird guy if Han Sifan met a man a few days ago. Yes, Han Sifan was beaten up later, and he became more honest, and then said that he was raped by a female ghost every day in his sexual dreams, and wanted to ask Han Sifan for help.

I was there at the time, and I said, isn’t this a beautiful dream? Later, the buddy said that all he dreamed were female ghosts weighing more than 200 kilograms, and all of them were worse than Sister Feng. It's so miserable, it's too painful to live.

There are still many such strange things. I thought it would be easy to encounter ghosts in such a fortune-telling shop, but there are more than a dozen fortune-tellers who work together here, and some have not met a real guy for a year or two. Even when they encountered it, Uncle Cong came forward to solve it.

Later, I went out to buy some hemorrhoid medicine, and when I got it back, I mixed it with some water and drew a few talismans, so that the fat man would stick one on his butt when he had nothing to do. The talismans made from these hemorrhoid medicines were worth 7 yuan, and they were sold in total. More than [-].

The guy was still happy when he left, and he kept saying thank you.In fact, I’ve been here for so long and I’ve come to understand a little bit that this fortune-telling shop is not a fucking fortune-telling shop at all, it’s a whole psychological counseling office, it’s even a hospital, and the people who come here are all mentally ill, afraid, begging If you come for comfort, or if you are a little sick and in pain, and you are afraid that you are haunted by ghosts, you come to us. There are so many ghosts, I will go.

Send the fat man away and check the time. It’s already twelve o’clock at noon. I walked to the office where Han Sifan works and knocked on the door. Han Sifan was playing QQ Fighting the Landlord inside. Now we usually only take orders twice a day. After all, the publicity is that we are masters, so we can't be as straightforward as others.

Han Sifan and I don't have any objections, anyway, neither of us has a salary, but Uncle Cong pays meals every day, I walked over to see, Han Sifan is concentrating on playing, she didn't seem to notice when I came in.

For the past ten days, Han Sifan and I have been playing together every day. Only then did I realize that this girl likes to play QQ Landlords too much, and her skills are super bad. She loses nine times out of ten, but she never tires of losing.

I watched for a while, and Han Sifan really lost again, so I smiled and said: "Let's go, let's go out to eat."

"Fuck his grandma." Han Sifan glared at me and said, "Wait for me to change my clothes." After finishing speaking, she went to the toilet in her office. She and I were both wearing 'work clothes', the so-called 'work clothes' 'It's actually a yellow Taoist robe, which Han Sifan would change out every time he went out.

I really like it, this robe is very comfortable to wear, soon Han Sifan came out, she was wearing a black vest and a pair of jeans, her figure is super good.

I could see that my eyeballs were about to pop out, Han Sifan was not polite at all, kicked my stomach, I hugged my stomach tightly, it hurt me to death, Han Sifan and I just turned around to leave, Suddenly a voice came from behind me.

"Excuse me, is this Master Han Sifan?"

This man's voice is very magnetic, I turned my head and looked, I turned out to be a handsome guy, with a high nose bridge and big eyes, a melon-shaped face, wearing a black peaked cap, wearing a black leather jacket, looks like he is in his 20s Bar.

"Who are you?" I am naturally not interested in handsome guys. This handsome guy smiled, clasped his fists and asked Han Sifan: "Excuse me, are you Master Han Sifan?"

I grinned and ignored me, Han Sifan shrugged his shoulders and pointed at me and said: "He is Han Sifan, I am not."

"No, isn't Master Han Sifan a woman?" the handsome guy asked suspiciously.

"Transgender is not acceptable." Han Sifan cut it short and said, "Talk quickly if you have something to do, we are rushing out for dinner."

"My father heard that there are two masters in Maoshan here, so I would like to invite them to my house to have a look at Fengshui, and I would like to invite them to show respect." This handsome guy seemed quite sincere.

"Okay, tell me how much it is." Han Sifan looked at the handsome guy and asked.

The handsome guy smiled, took out a bank card and said, "Shuangxin, this is 383838, and there will be another [-] after the matter is completed. The password is [-]."

"This is the address. I hope you two will arrive before tonight." The handsome guy turned and left after speaking.

[PS: It will be on the list on Monday, I hope everyone will send all the flowers to Xiaojiu. 】