The Extraordinary Fortune Teller

It was 10: 40 in the morning. There were only 20 minutes left before the dormitory closed up. The two figures stopped in front of the girls' dormitory and remained silent for a long time.

"What exactly did you call me here for? Why aren't you saying anything? " As matters stood, Liang Chen could not think of anything else to say. He did not want to hear any more words of apology, and wished that he could never see her again.

After saying that, Liang Chen left without looking back. The twenty thousand yuan was like a favor and a humiliation to him!

"What?" He looked at Steamed Bun with surprise and confusion.

What was this? Lost in the east corner of the mulberry elm? The steamed bun was gone, and now another steamed bun had fallen from the sky?

Liang Chen wasn't sure if she really liked him, or was comforting him. Just as he was hesitating whether he should ask, Steamed Bun changed the topic with a red face: "Nothing, that … What plans do you have in the future, will you still be staying in Jiangdong? "

"I don't have any plans right now, but I've already lost the transfer jade. Maybe another day I'll set up a stall under the Sky Bridge to tell my fortune."

"Aiya, you know fortune-telling?" Steamed Bun blinked and took the opportunity to say: "Come on, let big sister count and see how good my luck is and when I'll be able to find a boyfriend."

"You really want to hear it?" Liang Chen hesitated for a moment. Because he knew that the bun would die from childbirth, he hesitated on whether to tell her the truth. After thinking for a bit, he decided to hide it for the time being.

"Of course. If you're right, maybe big sis can introduce you to some business ~" Steamed Bun smiled as he ate the roasted squid.

In fact, she didn't believe those mysterious things, but in order for Liang Chen to escape the shadow of his heartbreak as soon as possible, she could only take it as coaxing this foolish brat who was infatuated.

"Men left and women right, give me your right hand." Liang Chen pretended to grab Steamed Bun's right hand. After examining it for a while, he closed his eyes and remained calm and collected.

Steamed Bun's hands were soft and smooth, with some baby fat on them. It felt good to the touch, but it was obvious that he had never done any menial work before, and was not as rough as Liang Chen's hands.

However, the man kept grabbing her hands, which made her a bit uncomfortable. She secretly looked around to make sure that no one was looking in her direction before calming down. However, her face gradually blushed.

At the same time, he also discovered that an ancient book called "Divine Policy of Heavenly Dipper" had suddenly appeared in his mind, as if it had appeared out of thin air.

"Divine Celestial Policy?" That old Daoist said that the copper coin was passed down by Master Feng Shui, Yuan Tiangang. Could it be that this book was written by Yuan Tiangang? " Liang Chen was a little confused, all these things were way beyond his imagination.

Seeing that he had not moved for a long time, Steamed Bun smiled mischievously and asked: "Liang Chen, have you finished looking? It can't be that he took advantage of me with such an excuse, right? "

"What nonsense are you talking about, I'm really going to watch!" Liang Chen cleared his throat and started to ask: "You were born on the twenty-ninth day of the seventh month of the third lunar year, right? Your father, brother, brother, sister, mother. Due to some reasons, your father got married late, and you were born at the age of thirty-four … "

Steamed Bun looked at Liang Chen in shock, "You really know how to tell a fortune? It can't be that Xiao Jing was the one who told you this, right? "

"Don't interrupt me, she never tells me about you, she doesn't even tell me your real name, but I know, you are Bao Shuang, and I also know that you are young … … When she was about five or six years old, she almost drowned when she fell into the water. She was kidnapped when she was ten, had a fire at the age of twelve, and her face and right arm were badly burned.

"Enough, stop talking!" Steamed Bun covered his ears in fear. He suddenly felt that Liang Chen, who was in front of him, was a little unfamiliar, and even a little afraid that he would continue speaking.

If Xiao Jing had told him about his birthday and the family members, it was still alright. But she had never told any of her classmates that she almost drowned, was kidnapped, and that there was a fire at home when she was 14 years old!

Back then, because the scar on her face was ugly, she was mocked by her classmates. Everyone called her ugly and weird. Later on, her father specially took her to a hospital abroad to undergo plastic surgery before fixing her.

However, this dark experiences of childhood had already been forgotten by her after being transferred to another school for so many times. If not for Liang Chen saying it out loud in front of her face, she would have almost forgotten about these things.

Other than the people closest to him, it was impossible for anyone else to know about these things.

"Of course, I also know that you …" Liang Chen proudly raised the corner of his mouth. In reality, he was only teaching the rules, if Steamed Bun still wanted to continue listening, he could tell her everything that had happened to Steamed Bun since he was young.

"Stop!" Elder sister, I suddenly don't want to hear it anymore. To be honest, you really scared me, you know? "

Steamed Bun patted his round chest exaggeratedly. He rolled his eyes at him and said with certainty: "I believe you, but you have to keep these things a secret for me. Also, my name is not allowed to spread out. "Hum, hum, hum, hum!"

"No problem." Liang Chen patted his chest as he promised her.

With Steamed Bun's confirmation, he immediately became more cheerful. This was the equivalent of having an extra skill to live with. Even though it sounded a bit strange, it was definitely easier than selling the transfer jade to earn money.

In the small town he lived in, there were many masters of fortune-telling. The entrance was filled with luxurious cars from the city, and he had heard that a few casual words from people could earn him tens of thousands of yuan. The rate of earning money was almost comparable to robbing a bank.

Oh yeah, isn't Steamed Bun's parents doing business? Businessmen always believed in these things. Perhaps she could really help him.

Thinking about it, Liang Chen smiled and asked, "Bao …. Forget it. I'll just call you Steamed Bun. "

Sensing Steamed Bun's murderous gaze, Liang Chen didn't call out her name in the end. She continued to speak: "Does your family and friends need to know their fortune based on their relationship, it's fine even if it's Feng Shui or something like that. If there's anything more, introduce me to the business, I'll treat you to a meal."

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Previously, Steamed Bun said that he would help introduce the business, but he didn't expect it to happen so quickly. However, she knew that Liang Chen had been provoked by Xiao Jing, and wanted to earn some money as soon as possible to prove herself.

"In broad daylight, can there be ghosts?" Liang Chen glared at her snappily, and continued to ask: "Just what is going on, quickly tell me, maybe I can resolve it?"

"Actually, I only heard it from my father. It's about my uncle's warehouse." Steamed Bun tilted his head as he thought about it. He began to slowly talk about how he had heard her dad mention something when she came home last weekend.

Her uncle, who was also her father's younger brother, was called Bao Hanliang. He had a different surname from the great star Zhong Hanliang, but he was also extremely handsome.

This person opened a junk market on Percey Road and used the opportunity of several public rental housing estates to change furniture and appliances. His business had always been good, but the problem lay in this junk market.

Three months ago, Bao Hanliang's father-in-law who had gotten his hands on the senile dementia suddenly disappeared. After searching for more than two months without being able to find anything, a strange thing happened in the trash market.

Regardless of day or night, from time to time he would hear the rapid breathing of an old man, as if he was being choked by someone. However, other than the dense furniture, there was not a single trace of him to be found.

However, Bao Hanliang did not believe it. He believed that there was someone messing with him, and thus, he personally turned the market upside down, but he did not find anything similar to recording equipment. For this reason, he even specially invited people to add 30 or so surveillance cameras to the market, almost to the point where they could watch every corner of the market from all angles.

However, half a month had passed. Other than a few particularly daring online male anchors who had heard that this place was haunted and were caught in an adventure late at night, there was nothing. The mysterious old man who was breathing heavily was still nowhere to be seen.

Without a recording device and without anyone to be found, where did the sound come from? Bao Hanliang was finally guilty. He first called the police, but the police did not care about this matter.

Afterwards, he found a few self-styled Feng Shui Masters and Demon Catcher exorcists. All sorts of capable people came a few times and spent quite a bit of money, but they still couldn't solve the problem. Only then did he complain to Steamed Bun's father at the dining table.