I Was Caught Working Part-Time During The Winter Vacation. How Dare You Steal The Tianshi Sword?

After a moment of silence, Zhang Fan slowly said:

"You don't have to look for him anymore. Your son was involved in a shootout with the anti-narcotics police at the customs. He jumped into the sea after being shot. It's hard to find his body."

"He was also led astray. If he is gone, I won't accept the hexagram gold. You can leave."

"Anti...narcotics police? My son..."

Hearing this, the woman's body froze in place, her eyes gradually became dull, and tears burst out of her eyes unconsciously.

"Master...my son..."

Without waiting for the woman to ask questions, Zhang Fan continued:

"Your muscles in the Hall of Tears are dry, which means that although you have children, your relationship is very shallow."

"And your black mole and slanted lines mean that your son has been in prison and is in poor health. The slanted lines are facing the Palace of Disaster, and it is dark and collapsed, which means that your son has passed away."

"And the size of this mole corresponds to your son's crime,"

Speaking of this, Zhang Fan touched the bridge of his nose: "The black mist, green and yellow, is an addictive poison. It should be a sign of illness, but it is sitting as a slave. Your son...the crime has not escaped."

"I don't believe it, it's impossible!"

The woman kept shaking her head and suddenly grabbed Zhang Fan's sleeve:

"Master, you must have made a mistake in your calculations. Can you please help me with your calculations?"

Seeing that his wife was about to lose control of her emotions, the man next to the woman grabbed him.

At this time, his face was also very heavy.

But as a father, he knew his son very well, and at the same time, he also believed in Zhang Fan's physiognomy.

"Master, thank you for the tip. I... I will go to the police station to report the case now... I hope I can find the body of this traitor..."

"Honey, let's go... let's go look for clues elsewhere. Maybe they can't even calculate it correctly."

After saying that, the man took his wife's arm and left Qingyang Street in despair.

At this point, all the customers at Charity Master Gua stall had left, leaving only the last young couple still watching.

"Don't look at it either. If you can't give birth, go to the hospital for a check-up. Or go to the temple to pray to Guanyin. Can the fortune teller tell you whether you're pregnant?"

"This... ok, ok, let's go right away. Thank you, master, for the tip."

The couple nodded repeatedly, covered their faces and left in embarrassment.

After the two left, only Zhang Fan, Xiao Ma and Zhao Kai were left at Charity Master's stall. All his customers had been emptied by Zhang Fan.

Seeing this scene, netizens were in admiration, but they were also confused about Zhang Fan's behavior.

[Wow, classmate Zhang ruined the business of his peers in just ten minutes! 】

[As a human being, you have to leave a ray of grace. After all, you are a fellow traveler. Why don’t you leave any of them for others? 】

[Why do I feel that classmate Zhang is a little hostile to this guy? 】

[Nonsense, this person charges money to tell fortunes under the guise of being free, but the key is that he doesn’t know how to tell fortunes! 】

[It’s too exaggerated. People invest in gun skins at the age of fifteen, and this kid gets real CF at the age of fifteen. 】

[Parents also have certain responsibilities when this happens. 】

[From the look on this stall owner’s face, he doesn’t seem to care at all. 】

【……】

The barrage scrolls in the live broadcast room.

Zhao Kai adjusted the angle of the live broadcast and captured Zhang Fan and Lao Dao in the live broadcast screen at the same time.

"Little Master, are you here to cause trouble?"

The old man slowly raised his head, with an elusive smile on his face, as if he didn't take what just happened to his heart at all.

"Don't get me wrong, I came here today just to make a fortune." Zhang Fan responded with a polite smile.

"Little Master, don't you understand the rules of our profession?"

The old Taoist asked: "How can we tell fortunes among colleagues? Wouldn't that be contrary to Tiangang and contrary to the way of heaven? The cause and effect behind this is not something you and I can bear."

"Of course I dare to ask you for divination, and naturally I dare to bear the cause and effect behind it." Zhang Fan said calmly:

"I'm a young man in his early twenties. I don't know anything about divination. I'm just trying to fish in troubled waters. I'm just a little bit biased."

"What's more, you and I are not from the same sect, and the techniques we use are completely different. There's nothing we can't count."

"oh?"

The old Taoist narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a deep voice:

"Well, since you are stubborn and willing to bear the consequences, I will give you a divination."

"Little Master, what do you want to do?"

"Whatever you can count, I will count."

"Your tone is not small, please write the eight characters."

Taking the pen and paper from Lao Dao, Zhang Fan quickly wrote down a row of Arabic numerals and returned it to Lao Dao.

"On the 13th day of the fifth month of the Gengshen year..."

The old man took the note and his eyes suddenly became solemn.

These horoscopes look a bit familiar...

No, this riding horse is my own horoscope!

"Little Master, are you here to tease Pindao?"

"I see that you have just passed your twilight years, how could you be born in the year of Gengshen?"

"Can't understand."

Zhang Fan shook his head and said: "I am an orphan and I write blindly. Why don't you show me my face?"

"Written blindly?"

The old Taoist's eyes darkened, obviously not believing Zhang Fan's words.

I wrote it blindly... and it just happened to cover my own horoscope?

This kid is definitely not as simple as he seems...

Since he is here to cause trouble, he can just talk nonsense.

It’s just for fun anyway, who doesn’t know how to talk nonsense?

After thinking for a while, the old Taoist said:

"You can also read faces."

As he said that, the old Taoist pretended to be surprised: "Little Master, I see that your hall has turned black, and there will be a bloody disaster soon!"

Netizens were also surprised when they heard this.

[Not bad, not bad. I have always heard Zhang Fan say that others were in a bloody disaster. Finally, I heard others say that Zhang Fan was in a bloody disaster. 】

[This Lao Deng is tired of living. He is trashing Brother Fan and dares to curse Brother Fan? 】

[Brother Fan, you are really filial. There are more than 30 people in your family, but you are an orphan? 】

[If you are a fortune teller, you must be injured. Today, you will die or I will live! 】

[A bloody disaster, Brother Fan, are you going to have a visit? 】

【Gengshen Year? Classmate Zhang Fan is already in his forties? 】

【……】

In the live broadcast, Zhang Fan looked calm and said calmly:

"I really don't have much time left, what else?"

Isn't this enough?

The old Taoist was slightly startled and continued:

"Looking at it from the top, you are in jail... If I'm not mistaken, you... have killed someone!"

"oh?"

Zhang Fan smiled slightly and whispered: "You are right, I have indeed killed people."

"hehe."

The old man couldn't help but smile, this guy was quite brave enough to answer the question.

"Since you are holding a lot to ask for divination, you should also surrender yourself according to God's command. I am a poor man and I will retire first."

After saying that, the old man lowered his head and started to pack his things.

"I haven't finished speaking yet. I did kill people, but..."

"I killed the head of your family."