I looked the old man up and down, although the other party was dressed inconspicuously, but he could give people a kind of fairy wind and bone temperament, which made people instinctively have a kind of trust. I looked at Lao Du: "Who is he?" ”

Lao Du said: "This is an old liar I borrowed from prison, and I was sentenced to fifteen years for fraud. Now that the sentence is approaching the prison, I dare to borrow someone, otherwise it will be really difficult to get out. ”

"Liars? How capable is he? "It's not that I look down on liars, it's just that liars are also high and low. Some people can only deceive an old man and an old lady, but some people can play a mess of dignitaries.

Lao Du was a little anxious: "Xiao Wu, don't underestimate him." At the beginning, he took an empty box and defrauded a boss of millions in cash. If it weren't for the ineffectiveness of his men, we might not have been able to catch him. ”

Lao Du misunderstood what I meant, but this is also human nature. After all, people with the ability look down on liars.

The old man smiled faintly when he looked at me, stretched out his hand to raise his ring finger, and compared it to the air, my eyes couldn't help but shrink suddenly: "People in the rumor? ”

"Sort of!" The old man said noncommittally, "My master is an authentic descendant of the Rumor Sect, I just accepted a little inheritance, and I haven't walked in the Dao, so I can't be regarded as a person in the Dao." ”

Many people think that the rumors are just ninth-rate people who live by swaggering and deceiving and pretending to be ghosts, but my father told me not to underestimate the rumors. The rumor sect can continue for thousands of years as a part of the magic way, relying not only on deceiving people, but also on deceiving ghosts and gods.

Thousands of years ago, when the disciples of the Rumor Sect were crisscrossing the Dao, there were countless demons and monsters who died in their hands, and there were even several catastrophes, all of which were turned the tide by the disciples of the Rumor Sect.

The disciples of the Rumor Sect are reluctant to show their true faces, let alone stand in front of the stage, so the gestures representing the Rumor Sect are all with the ring finger, which means: deep hiding and name.

It's just that nowadays, the real disciples of the Rumor Sect are even rarer than the authentic masters of the Dao of Magic, but I didn't expect to meet one in this situation.

The old man looked at me with a smile and said, "I don't know if the little brother has made a decision?" ”

I nodded and said, "Since it's a rumor, what else do I have to worry about?" Then it's troublesome for a friend to take action. I don't know, what do you call a friend? ”

"My name is Gu Yan. You can just call me the old head. ”

Gu Yan is definitely not his real name, and the disciples of the Rumor Sect never show people by their real names, even if they are their own wives and children. I don't know why the rumors set such a rule.

"How much do you know about Feng Shui?" I saw the old man shaking his head before saying, "In this way, you will find a way to enter Wenxin's villa tomorrow, and then listen to my arrangement." ”

"It's easy!" The old head actually agreed. Early the next morning, the old head changed into an old style of Mao suit, and then carried a white cloth banner commonly used by fortune tellers in his hand, and walked to the door of the Wen family's villa.

Lao Du was talking vigorously: "Can he dress up like this?" ”

I shook my head and said, "That's what the real look looks like." ”

Fortune tellers have no authentic appearance since ancient times, and most of the warlocks in the world come from Confucianism, Taoism, and Buddhism. But the identity of the warlock has never been officially recognized by the three sects. In their opinion, the magic is the path, the Tao is the avenue, and the warlock's approach is completely upside down, or even the side door, so the warlock is not recognized by the three sects.

At the same time, the power of Buddhism and Taoism will not easily deduce the past and the future to people, or show people supernatural powers.

Therefore, fortune tellers are all ordinary people, and the only sign of their identity is the white cloth banner in their hands. Those who wear Taoist robes and monk's robes to tell fortunes, even if they are not swindling, are mostly wild people, and only some great powers in the game world will appear in Taoist clothes.

The speed of the old head was not fast, but he happened to meet Wen Xin who walked out of the villa unexpectedly. What I didn't expect was that the old head didn't come forward to talk, but walked straight in front of him.

When Wen Xin looked at the back of the ancient head, his figure suddenly froze: "That gentleman, wait a minute." ”

The old head turned around slowly: "Something? ”

Wen Xin's voice quickly came along the eavesdropping device we hid in the banner: "I've been hesitant about something recently, and I want my husband to help me figure it out." ”

Xiao Li, who was in charge of monitoring, couldn't help but say, "This is the bait?" ”

"Listen to what he has to say." I waved my hand to stop Xiao Li.

Lao Du and they couldn't see the mystery in it, but I understood the reason why Wen Xin shouted the ancient head. He opened his mouth to call the old head because of the banner in the old head's hand.

Fortune tellers are not necessarily all people in the arts, just like in ancient times, the people in the rivers and lakes were not necessarily all martial arts people, and the martial arts people must be the people of the rivers and lakes.

Not all fortune tellers can come into contact with the art of magic, but everyone in the way of magic can point out the ability of fortune telling, because fortune telling is a compulsory course for warlocks.

Whether a person is an authentic warlock or not is generally marked.

Ordinary fortune tellers use hemp rope to tie their flags, which means that they are born recklessly; The warlock used hardware to fix the white flag on the bamboo pole, which means that he is the real gold in the red dust, but it depends on whether you know the goods, and at the same time, he is also showing his identity to the real colleagues nearby.

Wen Xin knows the mystery here, which shows that he has some insight in this area.

At this time, the ancient head looked at Wen Xin and said, "You and I have no chance, besides, I don't want to cause trouble." You'd better be smart! ”

Wen Xin was suddenly anxious: "Old man, don't refuse yet." Isn't there a saying in the line, seeing each other is fate! The old gentleman passed by at the door of my house, which means that we are destined, and the old gentleman must go to the house to sit. ”

The old head hesitated: "Okay! Who got me here? However, let me be clear first, there are some things I don't want to do, and you don't have to say anything more. ”

"Definitely, we must never embarrass the old gentleman." Wen Xin was overjoyed.

Xiao Li finally couldn't help it again: "This is going in?" If you want to catch it, it's not ready yet? ”

"Don't talk!" Lao Du whispered to stop Xiao Li, and a smile appeared on the corner of my mouth: "It is worthy of the rumors, and the time is right to handle it." ”

The biggest difference between a fortune teller and a fortune teller is that he pays attention to fate. Just like Wen Xin and the ancient head said, the ancient head passed by the door of his house and was stopped by Wen Xin, that is a kind of fate, even if the ancient head knows that there is right and wrong in it, he has to give three points of thin noodles.

Not long after the ancient head walked into the villa, he stood straight on the stone table that Wen Xin placed in the courtyard: "Don't come over yet, let me see." ”

I knew that he was creating an opportunity for me, so I immediately whispered into the walkie-talkie: "His family's feng shui array has been broken, and the crux of it is under the tree about ten steps forward on your left, and you can see it if you dig down about three feet along the roots." ”

"You're not a small mess!" The old man walked to the tree with his hands behind his back, "Dig three feet down from here." ”

"This ......" Wen Xin couldn't help but hesitate.

The ancient head snorted coldly, didn't even look at Wen Xin, and walked out with his legs.

Wen Xin panicked now: "The old gentleman stays, the old gentleman stays...... I don't want the workers to come over! ”

The old head looked at the sky: "If you want to dig, you can dig it yourself, lest you think that I colluded with the workers to do something to you." ”

"No, no, ......no," Wen Xin sneered, went to get a shovel, and dug a spade more than two feet deep from the side of the big tree, and soon turned out a tristone-shaped nail from the soil pit. Wen Xin's face suddenly turned pale: "Old man, what is this?" ”

The old head sneered: "What a ruthless method! That's the Soul Suppression Nail that has killed people. Your house is arranged with a dark golden toad bureau, and someone nailed this nail down from the top of the golden toad's head, nailing the golden toad alive, and naturally breaking your feng shui bureau. ”

"Not only can the Golden Toad Bureau not be able to absorb your luck, but it will release dead qi from the outside. If it weren't for the fact that you still have a little bit of blessing, I'm afraid you would have died by now. ”

The matter of the Feng Shui Bureau is what I gave to the ancient head, but the words that follow are made up by himself.

However, I didn't expect to dig up a soul suppression nail from Wen Xin's house. I asked Xiao Li to send someone to nail an iron stick to the back door of Wen Xin's house yesterday, which is to vent the luck of the Wen family according to the conventional feng shui technique.

Ever since I saw that the Wen family had a feng shui dark situation, I knew that my trick was useless. The trail is not half a function of the avenue, and the iron skewer does not play a half role. However, just like the old head said, what can really kill Wen Xin is the soul suppression nail. This nail is destined to make Wen Xin unable to make a fortune, and even if he has money, he can't keep it. Therefore, he will definitely keep asking for help from ghosts and gods.

It's just that I don't think the Soul Suppression Nail is the work of ghosts.

When my heart was flying, Wen Xin was already panicking: "Who wants to harm me?" Who is here to harm me? ”

The old head said coldly: "You provoked right and wrong yourself, don't you know where the hatred comes from?" However, I think your biggest crisis is not in the living. ”

After Wen Xin listened, he knelt down with a "poof": "Old gentleman save me!" I'm willing to give all my net worth......"

"It's difficult, it's difficult...... Gu Tou said three words "difficult" in a row, and then he changed his style, "I see that you have external protection, you should go to that person, not me." Stealing people's jobs is a taboo in the arts, and I won't do this kind of thing. ”

"No, no, no......" Wen Xin hurriedly grabbed the old man's head, "Old man, listen to me, the reason why I'm okay is not because I have the help of a master, but because before, I got a magic weapon." ”

"Really?" The old head said two words lightly, but there was obvious disbelief in his tone.

"I'll show you!" Wen Xin pulled the ancient head with one hand and forcibly dragged him into the villa. I couldn't see them moving down the hall, but I could hear the two of them talking.