Chapter 44: Fortune Telling

"Boy, you're going to kill someone!"

Someone patted him on the shoulder, and a deep voice came from his ears, a sentence came into his ears, Changyi was stunned, and he didn't know what was wrong, and he felt that this voice was right in his heart.

When another person heard this, it was estimated that turning back would be a slap. What are you talking about, who have I harmed, it's not too much to scold.

But Changyi sank down.

Turning around, a middle-aged man stood behind him, with a resolute face and a long robe.

When it comes to robes, there are quite a few people who wear them. Why, the symbol of status, is that because people live back, there are more and more robes.

The main thing is that after wearing it, the body is straight, and the whole person is tall and neat, and the other point is that it naturally makes people look up to the prime minister, so it has become a status symbol.

Most of them are worn by older people.

I also know that people in their twenties and thirties are a little naïve in their maturity, and even the appearance of a thirty-year-old child's heart is not troublesome, which is normal.

But forty-five or sixteen upwards, the status is not low, these people are often busy, their childishness is completely gone, and they can wear a robe to show their temperament.

And the one behind him is the latter, forty-five or sixteen years old, with short hair and a long robe, and a pair of flat cloth shoes.

"Who are you?" Changyi asked.

This man stood in front of Changyi with his hands behind his back, his eyes were facing each other, his eyes flashed with a blue halo, and his pupils were like a galaxy, just like the deep sea.

The stars are like an abyss.

Changyi was stunned and forgot in the blink of an eye. There are constantly pedestrians around, and the two of them have a lot of turning back, and everyone is wondering, but no one comes up to ask, and they don't wait to see Changyi.

I don't know how long it took, but the eyes of the man in the robe dissipated, and his brows furrowed.

Changyi also came back to his senses, didn't know what was happening, took a step back and asked, "Who are you!?"

The middle-aged man came back to his senses: "My surname is Meng, my name is Deyang, and I am a fortune teller." Changyi, you want to hurt others."

"I'm going to hurt someone?"

Meng Deyang was just about to reply, turned his head and saw a passerby, frowned and looked up, then turned back with a pale face, stepped forward and grabbed her.

The little girl was startled, turned around and saw Changyi, and hurriedly retreated, but her arm was clutched by Meng Deyang, and she struggled to stand in place.

Before she could speak, it was not far away, according to the time, if Meng Deyang didn't hold this girl, it was estimated that she would go just somewhere.

"Boom!!"

An iron sign was smashed on the road, and broken glass and rotten iron fell to the ground.

Looking up, a signboard on the roof of the building was more than half broken, and some were hanging on the roof, probably rotting over time, the iron was corroded, and the wind blew and broke and fell.

Meng Deyang let go. The girl was also scared, and she didn't say thank you and left without a (mo) head.

Changyi was stunned, and what he had just said chewed in his head again.

If you didn't believe it before, will you still believe it now?

Meng Deyang turned his head and continued the preface: "Changyi, I advise you to be good and don't hurt others."

originally thought that he would harm others and someone, but he made it clear that he knew it, and he wanted to harm someone.

"I—I didn't want to hurt anyone."

"Are you going home now? You have to remember that you must not mention today's incident in front of Changwen, otherwise not only Cheng Zhong will die, but Zhao Xiaoqian will not survive!"

was stunned for a moment, and was stunned for a moment: "Cheng Zhong?"

I hadn't heard these two names before, but as soon as I said them, I reacted.

Cheng Zhong, the only person he knows has the name of the person he just boxed, not to mention Zhao Xiaoqian, it must be Qianqian's original name.

"Looks like you know. But remember, don't talk about today."

Meng Deyang was about to leave as he spoke.

Changyi stabilized his mind and hurriedly chased a few steps.

Encountering such a person is in line with Changyi's thoughts. Since he can calculate his own affairs, he will definitely be able to find his past, and anyone who has wandered all his life and has a family will be the first to choose the latter.

Of course, after having a home, it is another thing to want to wander for a lifetime, but the premise of wandering a lifetime must be to have a home now.

"Sir, sir, wait!"

Mr., fortune teller, fortune teller, half-fairy, and god stick are all names for them.

Changyi has looked for fortune tellers before, but there are mostly liars, and there are really no special fortune tellers in the city, most of them are liars.

There are one or two that money can't get into.

Now when you meet one, how can you let him go?

Meng Deyang turned around and waved his hand: "Don't ask, I don't know, your fate is not ordinary, you can't be three months before, and you can't be a year after, I can do it." I'll send you four words, thousands of lives"

Not three months before and not one year after. This is the jargon of the group of fortune tellers, and the meaning is very clear, that is, you can't see three months later, and you can't see a year ago.

As for thousands of lives, in fact, fortune tellers say this, normal people will say the opposite, don't spare your life, that is, you must cherish your own life, there is no other meaning.

Is there no limit to fortune tellers, there are. It depends on whether the soul of the guest is strong or not.

The strength of the soul and the strength of the soul are not the same thing, a strong soul indicates that a person has great ability, and a strong soul indicates that the person has a long life.

The longer he lives, the stronger his soul becomes, and the weaker his predictive power becomes.

Of course, the soul is strong, it really can't be calculated, and he can't live if he takes out a knife and stabs him to death, but he lives a long time without an accident.

Fortune telling is always fortune telling, the power of foresight does not mean that it must be so, the choice lies in the person, others cannot control it.

I also know that it is calculated that the guest can live to eighty, and the suicide of the family is only thirty, where to reason.

Therefore, the power of foresight lies in probing and predicting, which does not mean that it must be like that, but that it is the most likely.

After Meng Deyang finished a few words, he turned to leave.

Changyi stood in place for a while and couldn't come to his senses, thinking that fate was unfair, and he couldn't do it for a year, he was really unlucky, if he met him earlier, maybe he could know some of the previous things, and it would be good to have a little contact, but now there is no hope at all.

A year is not a long time, but it is not a short time, Changyi has no impression of the past at all, and even the red picture has not appeared again.

Just remember it yourself, remind not to forget.

When I got home, my hand was swollen and unpresentable, and I pushed a half-fist over my left hand.

"Qianqian!"

went home and shouted, the little girl happened to be making lunch, and it was really good that she could mix a meal, and she thought she was going to starve.

"What are you yelling about, what do you look like yelling and yelling?"

Qianqian was cutting vegetables, pouting not very happily, in fact, it was pretending, anyway, the positive and negative would not give Changyi any good looks.

"I'm here. . . Help me rub some medicine."