"Your Excellency's seal hall is black, I am afraid there is a sign of blood."

As a management priest within Black Dragon Capital, Tang Shangque never thought that he would one day be made such a proverb by others.

In his eyes, this is no longer as simple as a class door axe, but a naked provocation.

The anger that churned in his chest made Tang Shangqi abandon the door of his house not far away, and turned into this ordinary alley that he had never noticed before.

The wooden eaves of the houses on both sides of the alley extend outwards to create a small space that barely blocks the falling snow.

A fortune-telling booth covered with white cloth shrank here, and a man with two beards sat cramped behind the stall, wearing a Mingren green shirt that he had poured out of nowhere, and the heavily worn collar and cuffs revealed a burst of shabby.

His face was frozen pale, and although he tried his best to maintain a solemn look on his face, he still couldn't hide the subconscious tremor of his body.

"It's another social scum who doesn't have any skills, and is not even qualified to be a worker slave, and is only worthy of swagger."

There are so many of them that you only need to look at them to make an accurate judgment.

This ability to distinguish between good and bad is a must for a qualified manager.

As the lowest administrative division of the entire Ming Empire, the basic treatment of the people here cannot be compared with the empire itself.

The criminals can only rely on large and small companies to survive, and it is their lifelong dream to get a workplace that can be 'succeeded by father and son'.

For some criminals who are relatively more well-fated, they can break the lock and advance to the order by transforming the mechanical body, become the managers of the group company, and completely change their fate.

In this environment of survival of the fittest, some garbage lives that do not have a place and do not have the potential to become an orderly can only do everything possible to obtain the materials for survival by any means if they want to survive.

Being a liar is one of the more common ways.

But pretending to be a fortune teller in the empire in the Japanese area, this unique way of deception, this is the first time I have seen it in the court.

"You just said I had a bloodlight disaster, right?"

The hall sat down in front of the stall, raised his hand and pointed to a fortune-telling banner erected behind the man, and the word "measurement" was written on the drooping flag.

"You'd better explain it to me, or I'll tear down your stall right now and send you to the Garrison!"

"Don't be angry, this gentleman, if you can make such a judgment, I naturally have a reason. After I finish explaining, if you are not satisfied, you don't need to twist it, I will go to the Garrison Bureau and turn myself in. ”

The fortune teller looked calm and relaxed in the face of the arrogant cousin.

He spoke fluent Daming official dialect, without half of the awkward tone and blunt wording that were common among the Japanese people.

"You're Akito?" Tang Shangqi suddenly frowned and asked.

The fortune teller was stunned for a moment, then nodded with a smile: "Mr. Wise." ”

The hall finch snorted, crossed his arms around his chest, and looked at each other with contempt in his eyes, "Go ahead." ”

"As the saying goes, 'a tree lives a skin, and a person lives a breath', this prosperous person has luck, a long-lived person has blessings, a righteous person has chivalry, a good fighter has a murderous spirit, a person in a high position has a noble spirit, and a person who is vertical and horizontal has a domineering spirit!"

"Those who are vigorous will go well; People who are short of breath are brutally killed. ”

The fortune teller quickly entered the state, and after some mysterious words, he said solemnly: "Your face is pale, but Yintang is abnormally black, which is obviously a sign of bad luck." ”

"Are you sure it's my Yin Tang black?" The hall smiled and laughed.

"In the two capitals and thirteen provinces of the Empire, relying on these tricks that are not mechanical eyes, but are better than mechanical eyes, it is impossible to be mistaken!"

"Interesting."

The hall finch smiled, "Then you don't see that my face is made and pasted with bionic skin?" You said that Yintang is black, could it be that my skin is necrotic? ”

“.”

The expression on the fortune teller's face was stunned, and after a moment, he sneered: "It's not impossible. ”

"Shuffle."

A mouthful of words popped out of the mouth of the finch in the hall, and the cold light in his eyes sparkled.

It seemed that the weather was too cold, and the fortune teller shrunk his neck into his shirt, and said stupidly: "Mr. Bu Hide said that in the next year, I almost became the orderly of the agricultural order, so the imperial Chinese medicine is still proficient, if you want to change the skin, I can also provide services." ”

As he spoke, the fortune teller lifted the white cloth spread on the table and wrapped it around his body, and the green shirt immediately turned white.

At the same time, the banner planted behind him turned on its own, revealing the word 'doctor' behind the flag.

"No need, you can show me palmistry."

Tang Shangque said lightly, pulled up the sleeves of the priest's robe on his body, and put his right hand on the table.

"You're going to have to see it this time!"

The fortune teller's eyes drooped, and his face suddenly fell.

I saw a naked arm across the table, flashing with a cold light.

Seeing that the other party didn't speak for a long time, the smile on the corner of his mouth immediately disappeared.

"What, can't you see it?"

The fortune teller looked back at the banner behind him, saw that the flag was still drooping, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly gritted his teeth and said, "Of course you can see it!" ”

He grabbed the arm on the table and glared at the polished palm.

"If you don't have a palm print, can't you make it up?"

Tang Shangqi looked at the low-hanging head in front of him, and sneered: "I learned some superficial physiognomy in Huangliang Dream Realm, and I dared to come out to deceive, and if you meet me today, you are unlucky!" ”

Spread the palm on the table, slowly clasp the five fingers.

The sound of machinery working is more chilling than the sound of falling snow.

"For the sake of Lord Ben's good mood now, as long as you admit that Daming's fortune-telling is not as good as mine, I will let you go. Otherwise, you should calculate whether you have a bloody disaster today! ”

At the moment when the words of the sparrow in the hall fell, a wisp of cold wind finally passed through the alley.

The banner that fell moved at this moment!

Blowing in the wind, rattling.

Poof!

Two fingers were inserted into the neck of the Tang Shangqi like a knife, and the nerves hidden in the flesh and blood were instantly severed, and the sharp pain made him make a 'gurgling' sound in his mouth.

"Fuck little dog, embarrass Lao Tzu, huh? What kind of Shinto in the Japanese area, isn't it just the leftovers left over from Lao Tzu's yin-yang order, and it's really a treasure. ”

The fortune teller cursed in his mouth, and his other hand reached behind the skull of the hall sparrow, and pulled out the brain wit buried there directly.

Sting

In the arc of the explosion, the cold corpse was poured into the snow.

"Uncle Zou, let's just kill him, as for pretending to be a ghost and blocking information, is it so troublesome?"

The fortune teller tore off the white cloth from his body and threw it over the corpse as he replied to the childish voice floating from his chest.

"Xiaohua, you don't understand, this grandson's identity is not simple, on the surface he is the management priest of Black Dragon Capital, but secretly he is Honghu's puppet and secret pile. If we kill him rashly and let both sides detect the abnormality, we will be busy this time. ”

"The most important thing is that this way there is a sense of ceremony!"

He took off the green shirt on his body, revealing the priest's robe that he had worn a long time ago, wiped the sticky blood from the brain of the finch in the hall, and then put it behind his skull.

A wire bundle stretched out, piercing into the brain.

At the same time, the facial features on his face squirmed rapidly, and in an instant, they became the same as a bird.

"Xiaohua, you remember, now you can't call me Uncle Zou anymore, you have to call me Uncle Que."

"Got it." The female voice replied sweetly.

The 'Tang Shang Sparrow' smiled with satisfaction and walked out of the alleyway.

Behind him, the corpse, covered in white cloth, had corroded, leaving only a tattered white skeleton, gradually submerged by falling snowflakes.

(End of chapter)