She didn't bend around like her peers, covered in miserable yellow ghost talismans, she preferred to sit there and watch everyone who passed, men, women, old people, children, and the dead.

No one knows where she came from, no one knows where she spent the night, she sat there like an abandoned ghost from when, she came every day to plug in her moldy and blackened little white chess pieces, put on the hexagram with several holes, not many people came to her fortune teller, but despite this, she would not charge as much as those fortune tellers who relied on the old and sold the old.

Her appearance is definitely not outstanding, and even a little unattractive, not that there are any irreversible flaws in her facial features, but the pair of lenses that are about the same thickness as the bottom of a beer bottle, coupled with silver glittering braces and a short hair that has been easily groomed, makes her look like a class cadre who managed people well when she was a student.

It was as hard to get Lupert out of his door as it was to get the sun out of the west, but it was a rare surprise today, as he walked down the street with his watermelon-sized beer belly with cheap, low-quality beer, like a foot-picker who had just been unemployed and stuck at home.

"Yo, this... Little brother? I see that you should be black, your lips are blue, I am afraid that there is a flying disaster, it is better to break a little fortune to me and calculate it for you, to ensure your good fortune, eat chicken at night. ”

"Phew! You're the one who flies into trouble! I said, why do you charlatans only use this to cheat money? Lupert wanted to kick over the girl's hexagram on the ground, but now he couldn't even stand, he had never believed in these superstitious things, he didn't believe in ghosts and the afterlife, and he didn't believe that anyone could see a person's fortune just by looking at his face, but the bullet that passed through the back of his head told him that the girl in front of him was different from the nonsense spit out by those charlatans who called themselves fortune tellers, but he would never have time to be annoyed and regret again, Because the bullet had already passed through his brain and brought out the brain, Lupert lay on the ground and stopped breathing without even twitching.

On a low building not far away, Errobin slowly wiped down his sniper rifle, and although his hit rate was not the highest, it was more than enough to kill a drunken drunk.

Most of the time, heroes don't say a lot of tear-stirring or impassioned words before dying in the arms of a beautiful woman like in film and television dramas, and more often they are like Lupert, who become a dead corpse lying silently on the street waiting to be dragged to be cremated before they have time to say their last words.

Lupert's funeral was a little too simple compared to Martin's, and there weren't many people coming, and only seven people, including Scorching Night, were busy coming and going, Yue sorted out the condolence letters sent by various organizations and put them in the morgue where Lubert's body was stored, and everyone knew very well at this moment that Lupert would not put on various artificial organs like Martin and then climb out of the coffin and continue to fiddle with his computer.

Burning Night looked at the empty chair, the person who laughed with him, scolded together, watched nightclubs together, and was born and died together was no longer there, but there was nothing else in his heart except some sadness and loss, he had lived for two or three hundred years, and he had long been numb to such a parting of life and death, but this did not mean that he didn't want to throw the murderer who killed Lupert into the pot to cook.

Burning Night deliberately passed by the street where Lupert was killed more than once, trying in vain to find any useful clues, but it all ended in failure, but over time he finally noticed a strange phenomenon, no matter when he came to this street, whether it was noon or early in the morning, there would always be a young girl sitting on this street, holding a hexagram and a small flag, but he had never seen her have guests.

Curiosity eventually drove the burning night to the girl, "Hi. ”

"Hey." The girl seemed to have expected the appearance of the burning night, and she didn't even move her eyes and looked intently at the yellowed old book in her hand.

"You... Has it been here? ”

"yes, it's been three months."

"And what's been going on here lately?"

"Fifteen dollars at a time." The girl put down the book and stombled to the fullest, interpreting the word profiteer to the fullest.

Zhuoye smiled, took out a banknote from his pocket and gently put it in front of the girl, the girl also smiled, and gently put the money in her pocket, "This little brother, if you have any questions, just ask, don't be too polite, everyone is their own people." ”

"Then I'll cut it short, have there ever been dead here?"

"I've died three times since I came here, and two of them were beaten to death by the rulers for stealing things, and my brains are out, not to mention how miserable... There was also a black man, who seemed to have been killed with a sniper rifle, and I don't know much about the rest, hehe..."

"The black man... Is there something special? ”

"His lips are blue, Yintang is black, I warned him that if he came to calculate a hexagram, he might not have suffered such an accident... By the way, would you like me to help you look at your palms too? ”

"Of course, it's an honor." Burning Night stretched out her hand for the girl to catch, the girl's hand was very soft, and it felt a little similar to Yao's.

"You see, this is your lifeline... Wait a minute! The girl raised her head and stared at her big eyes that were more than 2,000 degrees nearsighted, the thick lenses made the burning night so close that she could barely see the girl's eyes, they were very beautiful eyes, but it was a little uncomfortable to look at.

"How can you, as a man, have no yang energy at all? Are you a woman? Not right either! You... Are you a ghost? Huh! That's even more wrong! I don't feel a bit of yin qi from you, are you a zombie? ”

"Hmm... The birds are big and there are all kinds of forests, aren't they? How much does it cost to see a palmistry? ”

"No money, no money~" Burning Night touched the girl's head and turned around and was about to leave, "Wait! ”

"What's wrong?"

"I'll give you one more free sentence, birds swim in the water, pigs fly in the sky, and eagles hunt rabbits." The girl lifted Erlang's legs again, picked up the little broken book, and revealed the appearance that she thought was unfathomable.

"What do you mean?"

"If you think about it yourself, if I continue to say it, I will leak the secret of heaven, and I will lose my life... Anyway, you should be careful these two days, oh, by the way, my name is Elovi, you can come to me if you have something in the future, I will be here all this time. ”