The old gentleman shook his head, and then he let out a long sigh.

It seems to be regretting something.

"You take the money. I can't count your birthday. He said.

Ye Hao frowned, his eyes full of doubts.

"Why?" He asked puzzledly, is there any eight characters that can't be counted?

The old gentleman shook his head again, then sighed again, and said, "The deceased, the unpredictable eight characters. ”

The old gentleman said eight words concisely, which is also a sentence that fortune tellers often answer when they meet the eight characters of the deceased person.

Ye Hao froze, and the whole person seemed to be suddenly poured a basin of cold water. That coldness spread from the bottom of his heart to every part of his body.

He shook his hand so hard that he felt like his fingers were running out of strength.

"Old man......" Ye Hao looked at the old man in front of him again, with only the last trace of expectation in his eyes.

He couldn't find a better way, he really didn't want to believe that she was gone, leaving this world forever.

"Can you do it again? Or if you know something else. Ye Hao asked urgently.

He just wanted someone to tell him that his ex-wife might still be alive, and that's it.

But both the police and the detectives he hired told him that she was gone.

The old gentleman hesitated for a moment, his brow furrowed to tell that he seemed to be entangled, but after thinking about it for a minute, he nodded again.

Then he took out some small buttons from his breast pocket, and there were more than a dozen of them. He placed the buttons on the table one by one, then unwrapped them like a mahjong player, and after rubbing them for a while, he suddenly picked up one of them, and then kept touching both sides of the buttons.

There are some strange lines on it, unlike the text, and Ye Hao can't understand what kind of ghost drawing symbols it is.

Then the old gentleman touched three of them, and when he was done, he put the buckles away.

"How?"

Without waiting for the fortune teller to speak, Ye Hao couldn't wait to ask.

The old gentleman's expression was still solemn this time, but this time he spoke. He frowned and said:

"This woman was born in the year of Yihai when she was in the month of Bingxu and the day of Ding You, and the fire and gold in the five elements were in contention, and there was a lack of wood and water. Xin Jin is prosperous on the unitary, and sees Ding Huo as a righteous ghost; Youshang Ding Huo is immortal, broken, not a blessing, the life of the Lord is troubled, parents die early, and younger siblings die early. ”

Ye Hao listened to the strange words of the fortune teller, most of which he couldn't understand, but he could understand the last sentence: it was said that Yan Yan's life was not good, and his parents died early, this is accurate, as for his younger siblings died early, Yan Yan had a younger sister Schumann, but Schumann was only lost as a child, and he did not die early, and he is living well now.

It seems that the old gentleman's calculations are not very accurate.

"You continue to ......," Ye Hao said, and did not say that he had made a mistake in telling the old gentleman.

The old gentleman nodded and continued:

"The woman Xin Si Ri Ding You was born when she was born, and it was seven kills. It's the moon again, and the life of the Lord is uncertain. If you are born in the north, you will encounter ghost fire, and if you are born in the south, you will encounter ghost water. Touching the noon moon, the official is sick, and the life of the Lord is prominent and the life is short. ”

"What?"

When he heard this, Ye Hao couldn't sit still, he bit his lip, and his face suddenly turned pale. He didn't hear what it meant, but the phrase "short life" made him instantly nervous, and a layer of cold sweat quickly broke out on his forehead.

The old gentleman frowned at this moment, and seemed to dislike it when he was interrupted.