In Songhai, just after dinner, the sun sank into the horizon, stubbornly revealing its last rays of light, dyeing the clouds on the horizon golden red..
Jiang Yuyi stepped out of the room in pink slippers and hurriedly entered her nephew's room, only to miss it.
"Mom, where is my Motoko?" She called out to her grandmother who was washing dishes in the kitchen.
"I just went out, and I guess I told the fortunes of the elders in the community again." Grandma responded with a louder voice.
"How can he tell fortunes? He couldn't be defrauding old men and women in the neighborhood. Mom, you'll beat him to death when he comes back."
"It's not true that he cheated money, but he definitely deserves to be beaten to death." Grandma said through gritted teeth.
"I'm going to sleep for a while, and you can call me when he comes back. Tomorrow is the weekend, and I want to play games." Jiang Yuyi yawned and went back to the room.
Beside the stone table in the community, Zhang Yuanqing's Dama Jindao was surrounded by a group of uncles and aunties. Opposite him was a half-bald old man.
The old man said sadly: "Master Zhang, your calculations are really accurate. The stocks I bought have indeed dropped to the limit. My liver hurts because of the loss."
When Zhang Yuanqing heard this, he shook his head and sighed: "Uncle Wang, you are just like leeks. You have been harvesting leeks since you were young, and you have been harvesting them since you were old. You will never make a fortune in your life. If you continue like this, your old age will be miserable."
Uncle Wang was shocked and turned pale. He held Master Zhang's hand tightly and said, "Master, you must save me..."
Zhang Yuanqing sat upright, looking like an outsider, "It's easy to handle. From now on, give the money to your city wife to take care of it."
"This way you can avoid being cut off?" the uncle asked expectantly.
The one who is cut off in this way is your son.
"Master, please change our fate for our family!" Listening to the conversation between the two, the uncle and aunt beside them said "Oh" and looked shocked.
"What a loss?"
"real"
"It's a blind cat that meets a dead mouse."
"Is the boy from the Chen family really good at telling fortunes?"
The elders and aunties started chirping in surprise. Recently, there was a rumor in the community that the grandson of the old Chen family left home during the summer vacation to study as a teacher. He learned fortune-telling skills from an expert, and he was able to make unequivocal judgments about the universe, find dragons, and divine acupoints to usurp fortunes.
The reason is this. Last week, old man Fei, who was vomiting, was playing chess with old man Chen. Old man Chen’s grandson suddenly came and pointed at old Fei and said: "Faber, your darkened eyes and cloudy eyes are the early stages of cancer. Hurry up."
Go to the hospital, it's not too late."
When Lao Fei heard this, he wanted to show the boy what Baodao Mo Lao meant on the spot, but what he said next made Lao Fei pale in shock.
No one can remember exactly what it was said, but after hearing this, Lao Fei rushed to the hospital in a hurry. The results showed that he really had lung cancer. Fortunately, it was in the early stage, and the doctor said it could still be saved.
After this incident, the boy from the Chen family became famous among the elders and aunties in the community, but some people still had doubts about his abilities.
Master Zhang is really capable. He said a few days ago that I would be able to have a grandchild next year, but yesterday my daughter-in-law found out that she was pregnant.
"Old Wang also lost money in the stock market. It can't be just acting." At this time, an old man with triangular eyes pushed Lao Wang away.
I come, I come. He looked at Zhang Yuanqing with some disdain and said: "Young man, look at my face. If you can tell me right, I will give you two hundred yuan. We are all neighbors."
Zhang Yuanqing remained calm as an expert and was not irritated by the other party's attitude or tone. He asked the old man his name and birthday as usual.
He actually knew this old man, who was famous for his bad temper in the community. He once had a conflict with his grandfather and was stingy and mean.
After the triangular-eyed old man finished speaking, Zhang Yuanqing touched his chin and said, under the watchful eyes of the surrounding aunts and uncles, "You are in good health, but your relationship with people, family, and children is poor. Your children probably haven't visited you for a long time."
The old man with three eyes snorted: "Don't bluff people, these are things everyone knows!"
You also know that you are not popular... Zhang Yuanqing changed the subject: "But your fate palace is shrouded in auspicious clouds and the red light is hidden. Congratulations to me on the second spring of love."
The expression of the old man with triangular eyes changed, but he didn't wait for him to speak.
Zhang Yuanqing changed the subject again: "However, the auspicious clouds are filled with black air, and the red light is filled with blood. This is the peach blossom mixed with blood evil, which means that your pie head is a married woman, like an old man, and you are hooking up."
Which aunt did you go to?"
The aunts and uncles around me said "oh haha" again.
The face of the old man with triangular eyes froze for a moment, and then he jumped up like a mouse whose tail had been stepped on.
"How is that possible!" He retorted fiercely and loudly, while still looking at the people around him, "There is no such thing at all, the little red guy is talking nonsense, you will never know how to lie to others."
He got up angrily, pushed through the crowd, and walked away, because he had discovered that the eyes of the people around him had changed. The elders looked wary and hostile, and the aunt's face was full of gossip.
Zhang Yuanqing shouted at his back: "Old man, you are so old. You should take care of yourself peacefully and don't do such fancy things."
"Motoko, it's time to eat!" At this time, the uncle came out of the building and waved.
"Let's go dance in the square."
"okay!"
Zhang Yuanqing took out the mask from the pocket of his coat and followed him quickly. The uncles and aunts behind him shouted to persuade him to keep it.
"Master Zhang, show me! Master Zhang, don't leave. Whose old lady is that kid hooking up with?"
"Master, my son has been having a hard time at work recently. Can you make an appointment to do the math for him?"
But Zhang Yuanqing just waved his hand and refused to take Jianyun away from the community with the scum of the family. There was a group of enchanting aunts waiting for him in the square fifty meters away.
Zhang Yuanqing went home for a week, pretending to go to school during the day, but actually went to Fu Jiawan Villa to have a romantic relationship with Guan Ya. When he had time, he supervised Xiahou Aotian's tightening of screws.
During this period, I took the time to visit Jinshan City. The Wuhen Hotel closed down. Fearing the Southern faction's retaliation, Xiao Yuan took four young people and moved to Changchang City.
Kou Beiyue and Little Fatty stopped delivering food and became couriers. They are currently working at a logistics company for human blood steamed buns.
I come back to have dinner with my family, dance square dances with my uncle, play games with my aunt, and occasionally join the army of urging my over-mature cousin to find a girlfriend.
It is worth mentioning that last night my aunt brought a girl home. She is the daughter of a friend of my aunt's brother. She is a leader of a state-owned enterprise and her family is well off.
The girl is a returnee from overseas and is currently working as a senior executive in a Fortune 500 company. She is thirty-two years old and is a high-quality human woman with outstanding looks and outstanding abilities.
The other party's family heard that his cousin was a brigade member of the Kangyang District Public Security Bureau, and they immediately hit it off and were very interested in bringing the two of them together.
So my aunt brought that sister to her house for dinner. Zhang Yuanqing was also there at the time. The sister was indeed very good, with wavy hair, designer clothes, elegant lady's glasses, and an intellectual and elegant temperament. I didn't know she thought her brother's surname was Gao.
When the elder sister arrived home, her eyes suddenly lit up when she saw Zhang Yuanqing. While taking the meal, she asked indiscriminately where her younger brother went to school? Are you interested in doing an internship in her elder sister's company? How is your aunt's overseas career? What brand of clothes does your younger brother like?
…My attention was all on him, and I didn’t even talk to my cousin.
Before I left, I wanted to add Zhang Yuanqing on WeChat, but there was nothing I could do about it. Zhang Yuanqing’s appearance was not bad to begin with. After becoming a woman, he had a strong and upright figure, and combined with the evil arrogance of the Night Walker God and the mysterious etherealness of the Star Official, he was indeed attractive to women.
Very big.
Naturally, the blind date turned out to be bad. I heard from my aunt that when my sister returned home, she told her parents that she had found a cousin who was her blind date. She said that she could fall in love immediately, get married within three months of the blind date, and give birth to a child within a year.
The uncle's family doesn't matter. The uncle doesn't care about his son's marriage. Chen Yuanjun is the successor of his father's mantle, so it's not like he can't be found.
The aunt felt that her son was the captain of the Public Security Bureau, with a high position and a high authority. He could choose any girl from Songhai and there would be no shortage of wives.
But the grandmother was very dissatisfied and treated her grandson as a thorn in her side for several days.
At 2:30 in the morning, after sending his aunt away, Zhang Yuanqing locked the door and used the Star Escape Technique to reach the rooftop.
He took out the Great Compass Astrolabe, opened his starry eyes and deduce his future as a matter of routine.
After finding nothing after half an hour, he put away the astrolabe and sighed, "There is still no revelation. This means that my death disaster comes from a high-level existence, at least a peak master, or a high-level night wandering god who is good at hiding himself."
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Zhang Yuanqing looked sad and sighed again.
Although stargazing does not give feedback, logical reasoning will not be interfered with by "hidden" forces.
He believes that external disasters should come from two aspects:
One is Cai Changlao, and the other is Lingtuo.
Judging from what happened to Demon Lord, Lingtuo took action against him after he was promoted to the God of Day Travel.
Unless something special happens in the near future that makes Lingtuo decide to take action in advance, for example, knowing that he is Zhang Tianshi's son.
And if the death disaster is caused by Cai Changlao's crisis, there is a high probability that multiple masters will attack and kill him. Hiding in the dungeon can cleverly resolve the crisis.
"Well, the scariest thing is not the danger, but not knowing where the danger comes from, and not even having a way to think about countermeasures."
Zhang Yuanqing turned into starlight and dissipated, and the dark clouds shrouded the sky, layer upon layer, boundless. The pale sky light struggled to penetrate the clouds and sprinkle on this lifeless land.
This is an ancient battlefield, a restricted area of life, and the gray-brown land stretches to the end of the field of vision.
Rotting corpses and gray bones were like pimples on the surface, and a blood-colored lake was embedded in the surface like scarlet steps.
An ancient palace hangs high above the Blood Lake, built of large black stones. The palace does not have a Western-style spire or Chinese-style tiles.
Its architectural style does not belong to any era. It seems to be divorced from human civilization and more like a cube built by ancient humans with stones.
But the tightness of the rocks that make it up and the exquisite details on the exterior walls are beyond the reach of humans.
There are 999 suspended stone steps extending in front of the suspended palace, and the 1,000th stone step is embedded in the ground.
A tall ascetic with a vicissitudes of appearance put his hands together and climbed step by step. Every time he took a step up the stone steps, he would step back one step. He walked for a long time, but he stayed in the same place.
Even so, he had already walked the 990 stone steps, and he only needed the last ten steps to reach the palace.
"The past has no trace!" A figure appeared at the end of the steps. It was dressed in ragged clothes. Its fleshless and exposed head was a pale skull, and her hands and feet were also pale bones.
The hollow eyes of this skeleton are beating with soul flames, conveying mental fluctuations: "You are not God's chosen person, don't try to steal God's authority, come back, this is your last chance!"
