Before the two approached the fortune-telling booth, the sharp-eyed Han Feng noticed that there were three young men in leather jackets not far away who were also walking towards this side, so he reminded in a low voice: "Those people seem to be also going to the fortune-telling booth, do you need me to help you stop them?" ”

When Jiang Yifan heard this, he subconsciously turned his head and glanced at the young people.

The one on the left was the most conspicuous, with dyed yellow hair, several silver earrings on his ears, and a skull pendant around his neck that swayed as he walked.

The other two, except for the fact that they didn't dye their hair, were dressed in the same style.

There is also a difference in age between the three of them, the yellow-haired one should look twenty-seven or eighteen, and the one in the middle looks the oldest, about early thirties, and his eyes give people a very sharp feeling.

Even the youngest on the right-hand side looked like he was twenty-five or sixteen, holding a butterfly knife in his hand and turning it deftly between his fingers.

Just looking at their appearance, none of these three people have anything to do with 'college students', but they look like older street gangsters.

"Even if you fail to repeat a grade in college, you won't stay for so many years, right?"

Jiang Yifan rolled his eyes disappreciatively, "If the eldest one is still in college, he will have to repeat at least eight grades, can it really be that we can meet an eighth senior brother?" ”

Although judging people by their appearance is a little arbitrary, you can't waste food because of choking, and you think that the other party is a contestant when you see someone you don't know.

If you just stop them so rashly, it's okay to say that the other party is really a contestant, but if not, it will be a trouble.

Moreover, even if the other party is really a contestant, there is also the possibility of passing by, so it startles the snake, but it may make them discover the clues of the fortune-telling stall, and the gains outweigh the losses.

Besides, if the other party is not only a contestant, but also comes to the fortune-telling booth, then it doesn't really make much sense to stop it.

After all, no matter who gets the location of the treasure spot first, the other side will not give up, and conflict is inevitable.

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"Whatever you want, it's not me who suffers anyway."

Han Feng replied lightly.

While the two were talking, the group had already passed by the fortune-telling booth.

The yellow-haired young man, who originally looked like a dead fish, looked at the fortune teller casually, but his eyes suddenly lit up, and he turned his head and didn't know what he said to his two companions.

Then, he walked straight to the fortune-telling booth, and the other two continued on, but at a much slower pace, apparently waiting for him.

"Hey, tell your fortune."

When Jiang Yifan and Han Feng got closer, they vaguely heard the arrogant tone of the yellow-haired young man.

"Okay donor, what do you want to count? Career, fortune or marriage? ”

The fortune teller greeted warmly and casually took a handful of bamboo sticks on the table.

"Whatever you want, you can do it, but the main thing I want to count is..."

The yellow-haired young man sat down with a grin, turned the black screen of the mobile phone over, changed it to the white phone case behind it, and said solemnly: "Do I still have a chance to turn over in my life?" ”

"That's the career, I understand, I understand."

The fortune teller nodded with a smile, and handed the bamboo stick in his hand to the six-warn turtle beside him, "Six-warn turtle, count the career, shake it well." ”

"Whoa..."

When the six-warped turtle who was originally sitting on the edge of the table heard this, he stood upright and took the bamboo stick with both paws, put it into his own turtle shell, and then picked it up and threw it into the air.

I saw a mysterious purple halo on the surface of the turtle shell, so it was frozen in mid-air.

'Bang Bang...'

If you listen closely, you can hear the soft sound of bamboo sticks colliding with each other coming from inside the turtle shell.

After a while, the shell of the turtle containing the bamboo skewers slowly landed in the air and landed on the claws of the six-way turtle.

"爻~"

The six-haired turtle gently placed the turtle shell, which was still glowing with purple halos, in front of the yellow-haired young man.

"Donor, man on the left and woman on the right, please put your left hand on the turtle shell."

The fortune teller said.

"Okay."

The yellow-haired young man did so and stretched out his hand.

And the moment his palm touched the turtle shell, the hole in the head of the turtle shell 'snorted', squirted out a few bamboo sticks, and landed steadily on the table.

After that, it did not end, but in a clockwise direction, five more bamboo sticks were spit out from the right forelimb, right hind limb, tail, left hind limb, and left forelimb, and the number of bamboo sticks was different.

"Huh? It's a bit weird..."

After reading the six lines one by one, the fortune teller couldn't help but sigh, then reached out and pushed the sunglasses under the bridge of his nose, raised his eyes through the gap above the sunglasses, and looked again.

"Good or bad?"

The yellow-haired youth couldn't help but be a little nervous.

"Yin and yang alternate, merging into chaos, like the white lotus in the pool, but it is stained with silt, and the grievances and grievances here are really entangled."

When the fortune teller said this, he paused, and only after the young man subconsciously leaned forward to listen carefully did he continue: "I'm afraid there is a bloody disaster." ”

Hearing the bloody disaster, the young man's pupils couldn't help but shrink, his fists clenched, and he looked like he was doing something serious.

After calming down a little, he swallowed his saliva, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Can this blood-light disaster be stopped?" ”

"You mean, you just want to change your life?"

The fortune teller seemed to be smiling.

"yes, is there a way?"

"As the old saying goes, destiny is hard to disobey. But as the old saying goes, things are man-made. The avenue is fifty, the sky is forty-nine, and people escape one of them. So it's not like there's no way. ”

The fortune teller shook his head and leaned back in his chair, and casually picked up a copper coin on the table and played with it, "Isn't there a good saying?" Money talks. After all, ghosts are also human beings, and greed for money is inevitable..."

Having said that, it's already obvious, want to solve the hexagram? Pay the money first.

"Please, Mr. Labor."

The yellow-haired young man was also interested, took out an envelope from the pocket of his leather jacket, put it on the table and pushed it out.

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say."

The fortune teller put his hand on the envelope, and after feeling its thickness, the smile on his face couldn't help but be stronger, "If you want to change your life, you need to start from yourself, get out of the land of right and wrong as soon as possible, and then do more good deeds..."

"Hurry up! Don't get me wrong! ”

At this moment, the two companions, who had already walked some distance before, were turning around and shouting and urging.

"Good! Come now! ”

The yellow-haired young man raised his hand in response, and then hurriedly got up and said 'thank you' to the fortune teller.

But when he passed by Jiang Yifan and Han Feng, who were standing next to the fortune-telling booth, his eyes couldn't help but fall on Han Feng's white combat uniform, so he smiled slightly and whispered to the two: "Come on." ”

These inexplicable words made Jiang Yifan stunned, and reflexively replied: "Uh... You also come on. ”

After watching the young man trot away, Jiang Yifan retracted his gaze and sat down on the stall.

When the young man was telling fortunes just now, he had observed that this fortune teller had the exclusive NPC symbol of 'Treasure Merchant' on his temples, and he didn't run in vain.

"This kills a thousand knives! Such a thick stack of envelopes turned out to be white paper sandwiched between two red tickets..."

The fortune teller, who had already opened the envelope, suddenly scolded angrily in a low voice.

'Bang Da~'

When the contents of the envelope were taken out, a small strip of cloth was brought out.

A black base with embroidery combining a sword and a shield, and a series of numbered numbers.

However, after seeing this piece of cloth, Han Feng, Jiang Yifan, and the fortune teller were all stunned.

Because it's a...

The armbadge of the searcher...