Huaxia ahead, monsters are forbidden

Chapter 151 Fortune Telling
Qingshui County is a beautiful and vibrant city.

Five p.m.

The sun is not as hot as noon, but it is warm and comfortable on the body.

A young man came out from the gate of the hospital. He was 1.7 meters tall, with a strong physique, and his appearance was not very handsome, but he was very masculine.

Today is a routine physical examination. Although he has been in good health, he is still used to having a physical examination every year.

After all, the social security card pays so much money every year, so the money must be spent on meaningful things, isn't it?

Just as he walked out of the gate, an old man blocked his way.

The old man looked over 70 years old, with gray hair and dark face, full of traces left by the years.

There was still wet soil on his shoes, and he looked like an old farmer who had just returned from the fields, with a simple and honest face.

"Young man, come here."

Looking back and forth, there was no one around. Wang Hai pointed at himself and asked doubtfully: "Call me?"

"That's right, that handsome young man."

The old man speaks Mandarin well, and basically has no accent, which is rare among people of this age.

After all, the popularization of Mandarin is something that happened after the founding of the People's Republic of China, and it took about 30 to [-] years to speak Mandarin, and the Mandarin of the last two generations is not bad.

With doubts and a bit of curiosity, Wang Hai walked over and just looked at the old man, waiting for him to speak.

"Young man, this old man came from Hefeng Mountain and went down to practice. Passing by here, I saw you coming out of the gate. I saw that your facial features are correct, the heavens are full, the courtyard is round, and your complexion is ruddy. You must be a very lucky and noble person." The old man smiled. Said.

Wang Hai smiled, thinking what was the matter, the relationship was met with a magic stick.

These days, there are not many people who do fortune-telling like this, and many people don't believe it anymore.

Wang Hai didn't believe it either, he was an atheist.

When he was a child, he also met some monks and priests, usually with those few sets of rhetoric.

Then talk about what kind of disaster you have, and give you a bracelet or card to help you "stop the disaster".

Things need money, but they will not tell you directly that they need money, but ask you to donate to live.

The money is not for them, but for the gods.

Seeing Wang Hai smiled, the old man thought he was praising him, and the words immediately increased.

"If there are no accidents, you should be able to live to the age of 87 and die in March. You will have a lifetime of blessings without seeking, wealth without seeking, and a virtuous wife and son. Even if you don't fight for power, you can still have Fu Shuo's peaceful family. But..." Speaking of this, the old man's eyes flickered and he stopped.

Sure enough, it will start to reverse later, and it will be unlucky after the boast is over.

I remember a few years ago, a Taoist priest made a prediction for himself, saying that he could live to be over 80 years old, but there would be a big disaster before he was 30 years old. He suggested that he become a monk to get rid of the disaster.

"It may sound abrupt, but although you are destined to be rich and powerful, you should have smooth sailing, but in numerology, it seems that a thunder calamity has fallen, cutting off your luck. If you can't crack it, you may not have much lifespan."

The old man sighed for a while. Just as he said this, a child poked his head out from behind him and swung his clothes back and forth.

"Grandpa, the baby is hungry, hurry up and finish tricking this uncle, let's go eat meat."

Old man: "..."

Wang Hai: "..."

"Tong Yan Wuji... Tong Yan Wuji..."

He coughed twice in embarrassment. Even though the old man had been traveling for many years, his face was a little hot.

He rolled his eyeballs, as if he was thinking about how to get over this matter.

Wang Hai smiled, and generously took out some small change from his wallet.

It looked like four or 50 yuan, and they were stacked together and handed over.

"You don't have to forget it for me. I think it's not easy for you at such an old age. You don't have much money. You take this little change and go to the small restaurant over there to order two dishes. It can be regarded as a place for dinner. Don't let The child is hungry."

Looking at the banknotes handed over, the old man was still a little embarrassed, so Wang Hai directly put the money in his hand, then turned and walked away.

He was speechless for a while, also observing the old man.

The old man was wearing gray patched overalls and yellowed white short-sleeves. They were all old, and the clothes might be old ones, with the name of a certain company embroidered on them.

From what the little boy said, it probably wasn't the first time he came out to tell fortunes.

The child's clothes are fairly new, and they look quite fair. Although the clothes are not famous brands, they are quite clean.

People of the next generation love their children, and the old man may have had some compulsive reasons to come out to do this business.

Children, either are not at home all year round, or are seriously ill.

The conditions must be bad, otherwise he wouldn't have brought his grandson out for fortune-telling at a very old age.

Wang Hai was secretly proud of his analysis, but the old man trotted all the way to catch up.

"Young man, please stay!"

Wang Hai turned his head, and the old man stuffed something into his hand.

"The old man's fortune-telling is not for money. This necklace is given to you, which can help you solve the difficulties and tide over the difficulties!"

Before Wang Hai had time to ask, the old man strode away.

He looked down.

The necklace is silver-white and feels cold to the touch. The pendant underneath is neither a cross nor a statue of a god, but... a skull.

There was still a smile on the skeleton's face, looking a little hideous.

"Are you sure this thing can ward off evil spirits?" Wang Hai was speechless for a while, he felt that this necklace was already evil enough.

Wang Hai returned home.

Time passed and the sky darkened in a blink of an eye.

A round of bright moon replaced the fiery sun, and continued to illuminate the world with soft moonlight in the dark night.

Silver sprinkling, hazy, as if covering the city with a layer of silver veil.

Sitting on the balcony of the bedroom, the moonlight came in through the window, and a little bit of light fell on the necklace in Wang Hai's hand.

The silver necklace is very heavy in the hand, it feels cold to the touch, and shimmers brightly under the moonlight.

If this form were a cross, it would probably have a sacred feel, but it turned out to be a skeleton.

Looking at this necklace, Wang Hai felt as if he had met the old Taoist who had persuaded him to become a monk - his balls ached.

Although a little unreliable, this necklace looks quite delicate, and it should have some value.

At least it was worth his dinner money.

The night is getting deeper.

After washing, Wang Hai went to bed early, and he put the necklace on the bedside table casually.

Under the night light next to the necklace is an alarm clock. Its hands vibrate and gradually overlap.

The clock at midnight rang in the distance, and the skull necklace suddenly flashed for a moment.

After a few breaths, another click.

The faint blue light kept flashing, looking a little weird.

(End of this chapter)