Next, until Lao Dao took his two apprentices to practice in the Qingbo shop for a month, I went to the ice cellar every night to improve my temperament, opened during the day of the market and made up for sleep, and learned the skills of exorcism and divination from Lao Dao during the day.

The old Tao said that the dark circles under my eyes were extremely serious at a young age, reminding me that I should not rest well and not grow tall.

I don't care about his reminders.

I'm a person whose life can be taken at any time, and it doesn't matter if I can grow taller or not.

During this period, I didn't encounter any more ghosts knocking on the door, but I knew that Qingdai would never stop, and would definitely fight with me.

The old Tao taught me, through, after dark, thinking about Qingdai's appearance, reciting Qingdai's name in his mouth, and burning value to Qingdai at the intersection, the method of attracting Qingdai over.

However, it did not work out.

This method can only make the ghosts that have entered the underworld come to the scene 100%.

During this time, Grandpa still did not come.

I often wonder if my grandfather knows what the Fuling Warlock says, and if he wants to start looking for me, the first thing he will think of is the underworld shop, right?

Grandpa didn't come, not even the paper man, he either decided that I wouldn't go back to the shop, or I was trapped somewhere, or I was seriously injured.

I hope he is safe.

As long as he's safe, I'm willing that he will never remember to look for me in the shop, or even look for me at all.

During this period, there was a formal mayor in the village and town, and household registration and real estate registration were put on the agenda.

I gave away the two-story shop of the Qingdai family to Lao Dao for free.

For my gift, Lao Dao is incredibly grateful.

For Lao Dao to settle in the town with two apprentices, although the people in the town had complaints, no one jumped out to oppose it.

Lao Dao took his two apprentices to open the door the next day after a month of practice in the Qingbo store.

On the opening day, Lao Dao announced that all orders would be 50% off.

His big entertainment activities made the scene very lively.

I lay on the wicker chair in the shop and watched people come and go, with no joy or sorrow in my heart.

Lao Dao is timid and greedy for money, but his essence is quite good, and his two apprentices are abandoned babies he picked up on the roadside, and he loves him very much.

Judging from the current situation alone, the old way is also considered complete.

As for the future, it's too hard to say.

Once he falls, there is a question of who will take care of him and how to divide the property.

When the time comes, the drama of being old and having no one to rely on and brothers turning against each other may be staged.

The excitement continued until noon, when the old Tao's apprentice Ah Shui came to the underworld shop on the order of the old Taoist and invited me to practice hand divination.

To say that helping with divination is to practice hand divination is undoubtedly an old way of speaking.

However, it was also time for me to find someone to try out the divination skills I had learned, so I didn't turn down the offer.

With my arrival, Lao Dao gave up his place for me to sit in.

The people in line for divination immediately hesitated, no one believed that I could do divination at a young age, but no one chose to leave the line.

After all, in people's evaluation, I am not a normal person, but a terrible existence.

There are many kinds of divination, and it is better to learn more than to learn a lot of things, so I only practiced turtle divination and fuping.

The tortoise, the incarnation of Taiyin, is the essence of heaven and earth and a spiritual object ear that should be the residence of Xuanwu and the water level below.

Turtle divination is based on the image of the head, body, and feet of the tortoiseshell omen.

When I arrived, I chose turtles.

Lao Dao stood beside me and watched carefully, and every time I calculated the result, I would rub my beard and nod my head with admiration in my eyes.

His reaction reassured the people in line.

In fact, there were mistakes and deviations in the two orders I calculated at the beginning, which outsiders can't see but the old way can definitely see it.

As I became more proficient, Lao Tao opened another table next to me to perform divination with me.

Fortune telling is the content covered by divination, and most of the guests come to tell fortunes.

The rich may charge more for fortune-telling, and the poor may charge less.

A fortune teller with professional ethics will never fail to accept it.

When telling fortunes, not receiving life money is equivalent to picking up a life for nothing, and not paying life money is equivalent to giving a life for nothing.

Some people say that the more they calculate their fortunes, the thinner they are, and they refer specifically to the kind of people who like to find someone to tell fortunes for free, and even take advantage of their own lives.

Every time this kind of person tells his fortune for free, he loses his life once, and his life naturally gets thinner and thinner.

Fortune tellers with professional ethics do not charge life money, and only target three types of lives: those whose longevity is about to end, those whose catastrophes are unavoidable, and those who have no good luck.

These three types do not collect life money, and those who receive it will lose their yin virtue.

Not long after I continued my calculations, I came across an unavoidable catastrophe.

He was about two or three years old and was held in his mother's arms.

"Catastrophe is imminent. You don't have to give the life money. Next. I calculated the results and spoke lightly.

The child's mother suddenly trembled her lips and couldn't suppress her excitement, and the two apprentices of the old way hurriedly stepped forward and took her and the child to the side before she broke out, comforting her with one life, two luck and three feng shui, so that she could accumulate more kindness and maybe there was a chance to turn around.

The child's mother cried loudly in a reassuring voice, and hurried away with the child in her arms.

She hadn't taken a few steps and fell on the ground.

The child was hit on a rock in the back of his head and was killed instantly.

Such a tragedy has become a carnival of the people on the scene, no one cares about the grief of the child's mother, and the team that was originally lined up at the old table has joined the team I am in charge of.

I was bored with divination, so I gave up my place to Lao Dao and went straight back to the store.

Not long after I returned to the store, there was a commotion, and it turned out that the child's family had arrived and had to hold Lao Dao responsible for the child's death.

The so-called responsibility is nothing more than asking for compensation for money.

Fortune tellers for children are not old-fashioned.

The family members are looking for Lao Dao to be responsible, naturally because he is a newcomer and a good bully.

So I went back to the scene.

The family members, who were blinded by three points of sadness and seven points of greed, although they were afraid that I was not a normal person in people's evaluations, but a mad existence, still started to beat me together after the theory failed.

I was hindered by the large number of people, and although I didn't have the slightest politeness, I didn't kill after all.

My restraint made me so that although I let all my family members be seriously injured under the Emei stab, I also wiped my forehead and received a stick on my back.

After quickly understanding the cause of the incident, the family was dismissed, but I had to compensate the family for their medical expenses.

I was noncommittal about the verdict, and told the old man not to talk nonsense with the family members, and turned around and returned to the store.

With my departure, the farce ended.

At dusk, Lao Dao came to the shop after finishing his busy work and gave me his income for the day and his savings.

He couldn't hide his reluctance, and tried his best to make himself appear unstingy.

"If you feel distressed, take it back immediately. If you don't feel distressed, count me as borrowing. I glanced at him and wanted to laugh.

"Don't feel distressed. You've given me all the shop, how can I feel sorry for this? And you're still in trouble because you're doing me a favor. You don't have to pay it back. "I was reluctant to be poked by me, and the old man laughed awkwardly.

"Really?" I asked again deliberately.

"Really!" Lao Dao took another deep look at the money he had left on the counter, and resolutely turned to leave, lest he would regret it in the next second.

I then took the money from Lao Dao, lit the kerosene lamp, closed the door of the shop, and went to the ice cellar to continue to raise my spirit.

I stayed in the ice cellar all night before I got back to the store, washed and changed and packed up and opened the door.

I opened early, and the shops in the neighborhood haven't opened yet.

Outside the door of the store, facing the store, there are family members who made trouble yesterday and knelt down.

Among them, there are even children who died yesterday.

Except for the neck up, there was no skin in the rest of the exposed areas, only red muscles and cyan blood vessels attached to their bodies like earthworms.

They had a weird smile on their faces, no eyeballs in their sockets, only two black holes that were still spilling blood.

Their state of death is exactly the same as that of Granny Huang.