"Give me something to eat, or I'll kill you with a rocket launcher!"

The old man picked up the bazooka, aimed at Boss Song, and even made a threat.

"Grandma's, dare to use rocket artillery against me...... You really think Lao Tzu is made of mud. ”

In the face of the threat, Boss Song was holding a kitchen knife and was about to reason with the other party.

"The underworld is troubled, the people in the world are suffering, and there are hidden disasters in the big sewers, and strange things are rampant, if you want to know the details, you can invite the fire cloud evil god to eat a bowl of noodles. ”

The old man shook his head and chattered.

The Cult of the Underworld, the Great Sewer, the Fire Cloud Evil God?

"Boss Song, let the old man in, and I'll invite him to eat noodles. ”

Yefei simply greeted the other party.

Today is a rest day, the ramen shop in the morning is empty, although Boss Song dislikes the dirty old man, he doesn't stop it too much, just looks at Ye Fei in surprise.

"Somebody invited me to eat noodles, where are the noodles, where are they?"

As soon as the crazy old man heard that there was noodles to eat, he immediately ran into the noodle shop, sat down on the stool with his head bowed and silent, and the bazooka was also placed on the table.

Looking at the weight of this bazooka, it should be a real guy, and it is an armor-piercing bazooka specially designed to deal with demon beasts, but there is no ammunition in it, just an empty canister.

Ye Fei ordered another bowl of beef ramen, then sat next to the other party and asked, "Old man, what did you just say about the Underworld Sect?"

The mad old man shook his head, his eyes drooped, his eyes were gray, and there was no focus in his pupils, as if he was wandering in another world.

There is something wrong with this state, I remember the night of the rat plague, this old man was not in ordinary energy, and the demeanor of carrying a bazooka in the waves is vivid.

Is this one swollen now?

It's basically in a state of hang-up.

Boss Song lit a cigarette, swallowed the clouds, and said: "Young man, it's best not to get too close to this old madman, he is crazy all day long, always carrying a bazooka and saying that he is the evil god of Huoyun, it is unreasonable, the police station also detained him some time ago, I didn't expect to run out so soon." ”

"Old man, are you listening?"

Yefei asked again.

The mad old man shook his head symbolically.

Next, no matter what Ye Fei asked, this one shook his head and shook his head, his head was about to become a rattle, his eyes simply looked at the void, he didn't know what to think, and a smirk appeared on his face from time to time.

This kind of psychosis is really incomprehensible, and I guess I can't ask anything at all.

It wasn't until a steaming bowl of beef ramen was placed in front of him that the old man's eyes came to life.

Maybe it's because of the night fly, and the beef in the noodle bowl looks huge.

The old man buried his head directly in the bowl and ate wildly, screaming so hot that he still frantically stuffed noodles into his mouth.

I guess this one is really hungry.

After eating the noodles by two, the old man wiped his mouth with his dirty vest with satisfaction, and then began to look at Ye Fei with a small yellow look.

What the hell is this person trying to do?

Who knew that the old man just looked at him and smacked his lips, didn't say anything, and then turned around, his eyes were indescribably weird, and he didn't know what it meant.

"What do you want to do, old man?"

Looking at the other party's sparkling little eyes, Ye Fei subconsciously covered his chest with his hands, for fear of chrysanthemum remnants.

Hemp eggs!

What does that mean exactly?

Who knows, the old man's eyes are getting brighter and brighter, his mouth is splitting more and more, and he mutters to himself: "Tut-tut, it's unspeakably expensive, it's unspeakably expensive, it's unspeakably expensive......"

"Wait a minute!"

Unexpectedly, the old man got up and took a stride, and touched his big pants with both hands.

"What do you want to do?"

Night Flying Tiger's body was shocked, thinking that the other party was going to start the evil pants off mode.

At the moment, he was lucky dantian, his right foot was accumulating, the old man dared to take it off, he dared to kick, and he was sure to let this old guy fly eggs!

As a result, it was unexpected.

The old man took out a yellow banner from the crotch of his pants, spread it out, and wrote a few big characters on it: "The iron mouth is straight, and the child is not bullied." ”

Night fly inexplicably.

The old man grinned with a smile, revealing a mouthful of old yellow teeth, and shook his head: "You know, the old man counts the heavens and the earth, and counts all things in the world, and there is nothing that the old man can't figure out, and people who can't figure it out...... People say that God knows the world, and the half-immortal Xiao Zhuge is the old man......"

He shook the banner in his hand and stroked his beard: "I won't tell you, the old man sees that your face is unspeakably expensive, and wants to count a hexagram for you for free, how about it?"

"Wait, you're ...... Fortune teller?"

Ye Fei felt that the painting style collapsed instantly.

Sure enough, you're a psychopath!

is complaining in my heart.

The old man stepped forward with a pair of rough old hands, and held Ye Fei's hands with an expression: "Little brother, I won't tell you, you have a good heart, I will help you see palmistry for free!"

The corners of Ye Fei's mouth twitched, and he wanted to withdraw his hands, but the other party grabbed it very tightly, almost like iron tongs.

Hey?

Could it be that this old man is still a martial artist.

"Tut-tut...... Your palms are weird. ”

The old man glanced at his left hand a few times and then looked at his right hand, frowned slightly, and still did not let go of his hands, but shook his head and said: "Palmistry is the same vein, first look at the congenital and then look at the day after tomorrow, men look at the left hand and women look at the right hand, because men are left hand to look at the congenital and right hand to see good luck and evil, and women are vice versa." ”

"Little brother's palmistry is mediocre, but there is a mystery in your hands, I am afraid that your life has been greatly changed, because your right hand contains a kind of palmistry that has never appeared, the old man called it inhuman. ”

Yefei: "...... Inhuman?"

Is this a scolding that I'm not a human being?

The old man stared at Ye Fei's right palm again, looked at it for a long time, and the more he looked at it, the more dignified it became, and then he raised his head and said seriously: "Little brother, there are three lines in the human hand, which are the lifeline, the wisdom line and the emotional line. ”

"The lifeline represents your physique, your state of health, or your longevity. The wisdom line represents your talents, intelligence, life skills, intuition, etc. The emotional line represents your spiritual emotions, as well as your emotionally rich life. ”

"But your three lines are very strange, obviously they are short-lived ghosts, but now they have a new pattern, entangled with each other, and the three lines have become six lines, like six reincarnations, which makes the old man shocked after seeing it!"

Yefei asked impatiently, "What did you see?"

"The Lone Star. ”

The old man looked up at the sky at a forty-five degree angle, and spit out four words lightly, his messy white hair fluttering, quite a master's demeanor.

Ye Fei's face immediately darkened.

This dead old man really didn't have a good word.

Is he cursing himself to be a bachelor in his life, or a-stirring stick who will harm his relatives.

Now that he is in the wind, his height is not short, but he is a little poor, and he is young, why do he want to be a lone star?

"Yes, little brother, you are destined to be lonely for the rest of your life, although the palmistry of this lonely star is too strange, the first time the old man sees it, there is still a way to crack it. ”

As he spoke, the old man began to touch his crotch again.

Then, magically, he pulled out a dirty rag from the crotch of his pants......

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