Chapter 1 The fortune-telling old man

The power of heaven is unpredictable. Just now, the sky was still clear. With only a cup of tea, the dazzling sunlight was covered by dark clouds, and the sky quickly darkened. Then, a flash of lightning passed, a Thunderbolt sounded, and a gust of wind blew. The bean-sized raindrops mixed with hail as thick as fingers, and fell from the sky unscrupulously.

Xu Han held an empty jar in his arms and ran into the eaves of the nearest store.

After standing down, he took a few breaths. He wiped the rain all over his face with his sleeves and rubbed his painful head, which was hit by the hail, and then began to look at this temporary shelter.

Hmm? Pawnshop!

Xu Han glanced inside through the shop window, and was slightly stunned. Then he withdrew his eyes and glanced left and right.

There are three young people standing under the left eaves, three men and one woman, all of whom are as embarrassed by the rain. They are talking loudly while busy wiping off the rain on their faces and hair and tidying up their clothes. From their words and manners, it can be seen that they are all from the vicinity of Shiniu Town.

On the right is a white-haired old man. He is sitting in front of a small table, with his elbows against the table, his palms supporting his chin, and staring at the rain falling like a waterfall under the eaves in a daze. It seems that he also saw that the weather was wrong and hurriedly moved the stall here to avoid the rain.

The table is covered with a sheepskin with a picture of yin and yang gossip, and an old bamboo stick is pressed on the sheepskin. There is a large bamboo stick inserted in the tube, and several rolls of bamboo slips are neatly on the other side of the table. A bamboo flag more than one person high gently leaned against the wall beside the old man. On the bamboo flag was tied with a long gray-white satin, which suddenly said:

"Point out the maze and change your life against the sky!"

Seeing these eight crooked hands writing big words, Xu Han only felt a numbness in his scalp and couldn't help shivering. He said to himself, "It turned out to be a poor fortune-told!" Point out the maze and change your life against the sky!' Oh, what a big tone. In this case, why don't you change your life first? Why don't you set up a stall on the street to make money at such an old age?

From the heart, Xu Han thought so in his heart, and his face showed contempt and was about to look away. Suddenly, the fortune-telling old man suddenly raised his head and looked at him deeply.

"Hum!"

At the moment when the two looked at each other, Xu Han only felt a sudden muffled sound in his mind, and a feeling of fainting came. Between the lightning, Xu Han realized that there seemed to be an invisible thing shooting out of the fortune-telling old man's eyes like lightning into his eyes, and then rushed straight to his mind and disappeared in an instant.

Shh——

This man is so horrible. I just despised him in my heart, and I didn't expect to be noticed by him! Xu Han's face changed greatly, and he only felt that his back was cold. A feeling of horror that had never existed before quickly spread from the bottom of his heart. He quickly looked away and looked at the rainy and foggy streets outside, and his heart beat wildly. At this time, he really wanted to jump out of the eaves and rush into the rain to stay away from this strange fortune-telling old man.

"Little brother, do you want me to help you fortune-telling?" The fortune-telling old man suddenly said.

"No...no," Xu Han said, "No matter how hard it is!"

With that, he subconsciously raised his right hand and wiped his forehead with his sleeves. His forehead was wet at some point. I don't know whether it was rain or cold sweat.

"Little brother's words are wrong. I see that your ears are big, your nose is like a stick, your face is black and white, your back is three mountains, your back is wide and your chest is flat, and your scalp is wide. This is the appearance of great wealth and nobleness. How can you work hard?" The fortune-telling old man ignored Xu Han's refusal and said immediately after a thunderbolt.

Xu Han did not dare to look back and smiled in his heart: Here comes, the fortune-telling mouth is these nonsense. First say some good words to coax you, make you happy, then change the conversation, say that you will face the disaster of blood and light, the disaster of water and fire, scare you, and finally say that it can give you some guidance and eliminate disasters. People who are not strong-minded and suspicious of ghosts must be fooled by him. "Did, scare, cheat" this fortune-telling trilogy unfolds, and few can withstand it!

"Little brother, how's it going? Still don't believe it?" The fortune-telling old man tapped gently on the table with his fingers and made a rhythmic sound.

"I... I don't have money, no need." Xu Han subconsciously hugged the jar in his arms and moved slightly to the left, trying to stay away from this strange fortune-telling old man.

"Ha ha, it seems that you won't believe it if you don't show your real skills. Looking at the rain, it won't stop in a short time. Let me guess your origin, um..." After saying that, the fortune-tell old man looked at the empty jar in Xu Han's arms, smiled and said, "This morning, before dawn, the kitchen was busy making breakfast. You moved a bundle of firewood. Entering the kitchen, a long dry firewood accidentally swept the salt jar on the stove to the ground and broke it. So just after dawn, you rushed to the town and bought one out of your own pocket. Is that right?"

When Xu Han heard the words, his whole body was shocked, suddenly turned his head, and stared at the vicissitudes of the fortune-telling old man's face, and his eyes, which were full of shock.

Yes, the fortune teller is right. As he said, before dawn this morning, Xu Han brought a bundle of dry firewood into the kitchen and came to a remote stove. He was about to put down the dry firewood, and a long dry firewood knocked over the salt jar on the stove to the ground.

The busy chef on the stove is Zhao Zijing. He is a good man. Instead of shouting when he saw Xu Han breaking the salt jar, he asked Xu Han to clean up this place when others were not aware of it. Then he went to the town to buy one at dawn and secretly changed it. If this one When it came to the ears of the kitchen manager, Xu Han must be punished.

The matter of breaking the salt altar just happened. Only Xu Han and the chef named Zhao Zijing knew about it, but the fortune teller in front of him actually opened his mouth and said this " top secret" thing, as if he was standing next to him at that time and witnessed the whole thing with his own eyes.

How can Xu Han not be surprised?

"What? How do you...how do you know?" Xu Han lost his voice.

"Hey, what's so strange about this? I also know your name is Xu Han. The fortune-telling old man stared into Xu Han's eyes with a mysterious smile on his face and said amazing words again.

"You..." Xu Han looked cold and shocked.

"I also know that you are 15 years old, originally from the State of Zhao, and your family was originally good, but because the King of Qin repeatedly sent troops to attack Zhao, your father was captured to join the army. So far, his whereabouts are unknown and his life and death are uncertain. After that, there were successive earthquakes and famines in Zhao. Under the chaos, natural and man-made disasters, and woe, five years ago, that is, when you were ten years old, your mother saw that the State of Zhao was in danger and was afraid that you and your brother would be arrested and joined the army when they grew up. Therefore, he resolutely sold all the fields and ancestral houses in his family and wrote a letter to your father to his neighbors, telling him to give him the letter if your father came back. Then, your mother resolutely took you, your brother and your sister's family out of the north and fled south. But when you passed a city, you encountered a big riot, and the family of four was scattered by the crowd. You come to the south while begging, while exploring the whereabouts of your mother, brother and sister. However, the army is in chaos and there is a vast sea of people, and there is no news about your mother, brother and sister along the way. After coming to the south, you spent more than half a year looking around, but to no results. Seeing that there was no place to live, I happened to come to Zhoujiazhuang and happened to see Zhoujiazhuang recruiting, so you settled down in Zhoujiazhuang. Now, you are a little guy in the kitchen of Zhoujiazhuang. Xu Han, did I guess right? The fortune teller told Xu Han's experience in one breath.

He spoke not fast, but spoke fluently. There was no pause or place to think in the middle, as if he was not talking about Xu Han's experience, but his own experience. In the process of speaking, he did not use ambiguous words such as "maybe", "maybe" and "maybe".

After speaking, the fortune-tell old man stared at Xu Han's pale face with interest and looked at his almost staring eyes.

Xu Han had already been stunned and froze there, like a wooden man, unable to say a word.

After a long time, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind. Xu Han seemed to realize something when he remembered the look he had just looked at the fortune-telling old man. Then, his heart was overwhelmed by the stormy waves again: he could extract all the memories in other people's minds at a glance! What kind of magic is this? Who is this person?

Suddenly, a white light flashed in front of his eyes, and the sky and the earth were bright, and a flash of lightning passed by.

"Boom!"

There was another thunderbolt.

"Wanla! ..." The rain is getting happier.

A large amount of rainwater soared down the roof tiles, almost forming a long waterfall. The street is full of rain. Looking around, it is gray everywhere, and even the people who shelter from the rain under the eaves opposite the street can hardly see. I don't know when the people standing on Xu Han's left have entered the pawnshop.

Xu Han's clothes were soaked by the rain, but the fortune-telling old man's whole body, as well as the small table in front of him, the sheepskin on the table, the bamboo tube on the sheepskin, the bamboo sticks in the tube, the bamboo slips in the tube, and the banner leaning against the wall did not touch any rain at all!

Seeing these, Xu Han's pupils suddenly shrank, and the shock in his heart finally reached its peak. His beating heart against the jar in front of his chest seemed to smash the empty jar in his arms at any time. He looked away from the fortune-tending old man and looked blankly at the rain and fog outside the eaves. His mind was confused, and his heart turned upside down. If he hadn't really felt that his body was getting cold by the rain, he must have thought he was dreaming.

Soon, the hail stopped, the raindrops gradually weakened, the thunder gradually weakened, and the sky gradually lit up.

At this moment, a gray shadow suddenly floated out of the pawnshop.

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