Thinking of this, Fang Bei pretended to take a step back and open the sky, bowed slightly, and said, "I'm sorry master, you're right, I may really be mistaken. ”

The fortune teller expected that what he said just now was not enough to convince Fang Bei, and he had prepared other words, but he didn't expect Fang Bei to believe it, and he was speechless. In the blink of an eye, it suddenly dawned on him that this kid was just an empty brute force, and his head was full of straw bales, which was easy to do.

The fortune teller waved his hand and said generously: "It's a little misunderstanding, just let it go with the wind." Little brother, you and I are destined, why don't you help you test a word and ask about the future?"

"Can the master really predict the future and turn evil into good fortune?" Fang Bei deliberately raised his voice very loudly, causing some lively people to stop and watch.

There are a lot of fortune tellers who look at people, and they begin to retreat and want to slip away. Thinking about it again, Fang Bei's IQ is not very good anyway, and you can fool him casually, so you can take this opportunity to show off, and maybe you can catch a few more fish.

So, the fortune teller waved his sleeves, extremely confident, and said: "A round of bright moon is full and missing, and a few cold stars surround the waning moon." There are many dangers in life, and I think about the past in my dreams. A master who doesn't dare to count his luck is not a good master. Whatever the little brother wants to ask, just ask. ”

After listening to the fortune teller's words, Fang Bei couldn't help but secretly laugh, this person seemed to have a little ink in his stomach, but in fact, if he thought about it carefully, it was obviously his meow's bullshit. Fang Bei didn't make waves on the surface, and said, "Master, I don't have any other thoughts today." Why don't you do a hexagram for yourself?"

"This ...... Poor Dao never tells himself hexagrams, which is the rule of our industry. "The fortune teller was a little confused, and he didn't know what Fang Bei's intentions were.

Fang Bei shook his head and said, "I thought that the master had great powers, and he was different from those ordinary people and swaggering warlocks outside. It turns out that you're just that. ”

Fang Bei's acting skills exploded, and for a while, the onlookers were all brought in by him. Some people have cast a disdainful eye on fortune tellers, and the fortune tellers are bent on demagoguery and more business. At this time, Fang Bei was so agitated, unwilling to lose face, gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and said: "Okay, Poor Dao will make an exception today to calculate a hexagram for himself, so that you can see what real ability is!"

The fortune teller thought that anyway, whether I calculated for myself or for others, it was just nonsense, and it was no big deal. At the moment, he pretended to be a ghost and fooled around. Then he talked nonsense, and said that his fortune was not up or down, ambiguous, and very modest. All in all, one word - nonsense.

Fang Bei waited quietly for him to finish, and then said very confused and tangled: "Master, you are not right. ”

"What's wrong? Poor Dao can tell hexagrams or will you do hexagrams?" The fortune teller is particularly unhappy, he can't calculate it himself, so don't rely on it to calculate accurately.

"Master, you just said that your recent fortune is not alarming, like a pool of lake water, calm and calm. But there is a faint layer of black gas between my eyes, which means that you have a bloody disaster. So, you're not right. Fang Bei suddenly showed a smile like an old fritter, and the fortune teller's heart was furious.

Seeing that the people around him were talking, the fortune teller was just about to forcibly quibble. Fang Don't make a move, he first knocked the other party's head, and then slapped his right palm to the left, snapped, the fortune teller's head was sideways, and there was a bright red slap mark on his face. The fortune teller turned his head, caught off guard, and Fang Bei slapped it back again, snap, the fortune teller was following along. The remaining half of his face also became yellow and red.

"You have calculated a lot, but you can't calculate that you have such a catastrophe today, and you dare to say that you are accurate? Since you are not accurate, then you are deceiving the broad masses of the people, and you should be beaten! Everyone said, right?" Fang Bei punched the fortune teller's nose crookedly, and the nosebleed suddenly flowed wildly. At the same time, Fang Bei's fists were raised high, mobilizing the masses.

You know, the onlookers are the most fucked, egg-hungry group. They are the grass on the wall, where the wind blows and which side falls. Right now, Fang Bei took the absolute initiative, of course they agreed loudly, and also suggested that Fang Bei should work harder to make this god stick suffer a little more. Anyway, even if the police come, because they don't break the law, they can't do anything. In this way, of course, they are happy that things are getting more and more lively.

"This is at the request of the audience!" muttered Fang Bei. With two bangs, the two front teeth of the fortune teller fell to the ground, and the mouth was full of blood.

Two uniformed policemen suddenly emerged from the crowd, pointed at Fang Bei and shouted: "Stop, you are looking for death!"

Fang Bei let go of his hand very obediently, the fortune teller's body softened, and he sat down on the ground with his butt back. One policeman hurriedly went to help the fortune teller, and the other grabbed Fang Bei, took out a pair of handcuffs, clicked, and handcuffed Fang Bei's hands very cleanly, and shouted: "Don't say anything, you go with us!"

Fang Bei quickly looked the two police uniforms up and down, and he already understood something. The uniforms of these two people are wrong, the handcuffs are also third-stream goods, and the rhetoric is excessive, it is clear that they are fake policemen, and they are definitely fortune tellers pretending to be accomplices. To say that these two fake policemen have a good ability to adapt to the situation, the first time they saw the stalemate between their accomplices and people, they went back to change their clothes, trying to confuse them. Ordinary people would probably really be deceived, but what they met was Fang Bei, a man who entered and exited the police station like his own bedroom, a man who could recognize their identities at a glance.

Fang Bei didn't resist, he decided to take the plan and see what the three guys were going to do before it was too late. The fake police escorted Fang Bei out of the crowd and came to a minivan.

The man pulled the car door open and pushed Fang Bei away, while scolding, "Fuck, be honest, I'll settle accounts with you later." ”

The other man took out the medicine kit and applied the wound to the fortune teller. The fortune teller's face ached, and then he was stimulated by the medicine and wine, and screamed.

"Damn, don't fucking scream. tells you that the yellow calendar says that today's day is not good, and you have to come out. As a result, business was yellow in the morning, and now he is being beaten up. ”

"You are so good at reading the yellow calendar, or you can do it, next time you play my role, I will be the queen of your palace!" The fortune teller spit out a mouthful of bloody thick phlegm, and because the front teeth were gone, it was inevitable that his speech would leak.

The guy who applied the medicine persuaded him: "Third child, you are almost done, the old man has been beaten like this." What else is pressing. Let's discuss how to deal with the kid in the car. ”

The fortune teller's face turned green when he thought of Fang Bei, and he slapped his head and was furious: "Damn, sixth son, I remember." This kid is the same group as the college student you beat up in the morning, at first I fucking thought this kid was brainless, but he actually pretended to be a pig and ate a tiger, and dared to scare me!"

"Stupid! learn more from me, see how well I act, bluff that kid all at once, and obediently tie his hands and arrest him!"

Immediately afterwards, the third child saw the sixth son and the old man trembling, looking like they had seen a ghost. I couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong with you two? Stupid?"

Liuzi and Lao Mao stretched out their hands and pointed behind him, and Lao Mao's heart fluttered and quickly accelerated. Could it be that there was really a ghost, he turned around so boldly that he was almost half scared to death. I don't know when there was an extra head on the back, red skin, divided into multiple parts by black lines, and two almost triangular eyes were full of white.

The third child was taken aback coldly at first, but then finally reacted and muttered in disbelief: "I...... I'm grass, Spider-Man!"

When the three of them applied medicine to treat their wounds, Fang Bei had already broken free from the handcuffs. After all, the quality of the parallel goods bought by this gang of scammers is really worrying, so don't just use 20% of the internal force to easily break the handcuffs.

Then, Fang Bei suddenly thought of a bad idea, and simply put Spider-Man's mask on his head, and then got out of the car. At that time, it was already dark, and the three crooks used a street lamp to illuminate it. A guy with a red brain suddenly appeared, and it was strange not to be startled.

"It's that kid!" The fortune teller Mao and Fang Bei had more than one face-to-face shot, which could be said to be impressed, and soon found that the clothes on the so-called Spider-Man were exactly the same as Fang Bei.