My years as a corpse seamstress in the East Factory

Chapter 155 Fortune Teller

Fortune teller?
The fortune-teller that Gan Sisi and Tie Jiang met was also uncertain about not wanting money.

Yang Jiu became interested and followed the crowd to the street corner.

The crowd surrounded the fortune teller, and some people lined up, wanting to tell the fortune.

Anyway, no money is not allowed, just do the math.

Some count fortune, some count marriage, and some count official luck...

The liveliness of this place is comparable to that of Chinese New Year.

But everyone who counted, without exception, paid the money.

The onlookers were amazed, and their desire for fortune-telling became stronger and stronger.

"Let's all go, let's go..." Yang Jiu raised his hands high and squeezed inside while shouting.

Most of the people nearby knew Yang Jiu, and they didn't dare the officials to snatch her away, so they stepped aside one after another.

Sitting in front of her was a fat woman who could be divided into three yang nines. Her butt was so big that it almost crushed the small stool in front of the hexagram booth.

"Sir, is it true? Can I really marry myself off this year?" The fat lady was excited.

This excitement broke down, and I heard a click, and the four short legs of the small stool couldn't hold it anymore, and they broke directly.

The fat girl sat down on the ground and looked at the fortune teller with her eyes wide open. After confirming again and again, she threw down a tael of silver and left in a hurry.

Yang Jiu had no place to sit, so he could only stand. The fortune teller was in his early forties, with a mustache and dark skin. He had obviously been exposed to the wind and sun for many years.

"What do you want, son?" the fortune teller asked with a smile.

Yang Jiu smiled and said, "Let's count the marriage first."

"I will count the same person once a day." The meaning of the fortune teller is very clear, that is, let Yang Jiu think about it, it is impossible to calculate the fortune after marriage, and then calculate the luck of the official.

Fortune-telling books are leaking secrets.

But all fortune tellers end badly in the end.

If it wasn't for the sake of making a living, who would be willing to do this life-saving business?

Yang Jiu thought for a while, then said with a smile: "Then let's count when I can go home."

The people watching were all laughing.

Do you still need to count things like going home?

As long as you have feet, you can come back whenever you want.

"Young master, please draw lots." The fortune teller spoke very politely.

Yang Jiu picked up the stick, shook it a few times, and a bamboo stick fell out.

The fortune teller picked it up and looked at it, his face changed drastically.

Yang Jiu didn't care about the content on the bamboo stick, but asked with a smile, "Can you figure it out, sir?"

"My son's way home has been cut off. I don't see any room for maneuver. Please rest assured, my master. Chang'an is also beautiful. You can live here with peace of mind. I won't think of going home again in the future." The fortune teller was sympathetic.

This guy……

This time it was Yang Jiu's turn to be dumbfounded, who would have thought that this fortune teller would say such words.

If you don't argue, the fortune teller is indeed very accurate.

Yang Jiu took out ten taels of silver from her pocket, put it gently on the table, turned and left.

"Thank you, son, for your kindness." The fortune teller shouted cheerfully.

This is ten taels of silver.

It's really the right time to come here to set up a stall today.

"Is the corpse stitcher so rich?"

"You know what a fart, that is Mr. Yang, the No. [-] corpse stitcher in Tianzi, not counting salary, usually he will get a lot of rewards for sewing those very dangerous corpses."

"So that's why I want to be a corpse stitcher."

……

Not far away, Yang Jiu turned around and looked, this fortune teller probably wasn't the one Gan Sisi said.

But Yang Jiu had a whim and wanted to draw the fortune teller, maybe...

As soon as he had this idea, he was horrified to find that he didn't seem to know the appearance of the fortune teller at all.

He took out the pen and paper, went to the place where he could see the fortune teller, looked at the face of the fortune teller, but couldn't draw it.

It's so weird.

Gan Sisi and Tie Jiang tried their best to recall afterwards, but they couldn't tell the appearance of the fortune teller.

It seems that this person is the chief culprit who deceived them.

Never thought that this guy would dare to appear in Chang'an City, and even come so close to Yang Jiu.

Yang Jiu went back and took a look at the medicine. Feeling that the medicine was almost finished, she took it to the corpse shop, and then continued to squat on the corner of the street.

About two hours later, the fortune teller just closed the booth.

The fortune teller can be said to have made a lot of money by setting up a stall this time.

Seeing the fortune teller packed up his belongings and left with his back on his back, Yang Jiu quietly followed.

The fortune teller walked slowly on the street, and finally walked into Maobuli hot pot restaurant.

"Uncle, how many people?" The welcoming girl standing at the door asked with a smile.

The fortune teller said, "One."

After a simple inquiry, a girl brought the fortune teller to the private seat on the second floor.

It's not time for dinner yet, and the business in the hot pot restaurant seems a little deserted.

Yang Jiu walked into the hot pot restaurant, saw Gan Sisi sitting behind the counter, went over and said, "The fortune teller who came in just now is the guy who lied to you."

"Really?" Gan Sisi was feeling drowsy, but immediately recovered after hearing this.

Yang Jiudao: "This guy's fortune-telling is quite accurate, the key is that I don't know what kind of sorcery he used to make us forget his face. I don't even want to draw it."

"I'll give it a try." Gan Sisi found a pen and paper, and was carefully observing the fortune teller.

The seat that the fortune teller made, and his profile can be seen from here.

After trying for a while, Gan Sisi failed to draw the profile of the fortune teller.

"I really hit a ghost." Gan Sisi was so angry that she wanted to hit the wall.

If you can't draw it, it proves that what Yang Jiu said is correct.

Gan Si thought that it was because she was deceived by this guy that she would kill for her heart.

Even though he didn't eat a single bite because he didn't save enough heart, and the one he killed was a wicked person, but every time he thought about it, his heart felt bad and he felt extremely uncomfortable.

"Ninth brother, should we arrest him?" Gan Sisi asked in a low voice.

Yang Jiu said: "No, after he finishes eating and leaves, I will continue to follow him and find out where he is staying first."

"Okay, then we'll rush in and arrest him to report to the police." Gan Sisi really took it for granted.

Without evidence, arrest a fortune teller and report to the official?

At that time, if the fortune teller bites back, it will reveal that Gan Sisi used to be a thief.

The fortune teller ate very quickly. Although he was full of praise for the taste of the hot pot, he was in a hurry and couldn't enjoy it slowly.

Seeing the fortune teller leave, Yang Jiu quietly followed.

Before leaving the hot pot restaurant, the fortune teller turned around abruptly and said with a smile, "Come out."

Yang Jiu didn't hide anymore, and came to the fortune teller in a few steps, and said, "Since you found out, let's open the skylight and tell the truth, you are deceiving..."

"When I met that girl, she had a very serious heart disease, her face was bloodless, killing her heart, it can indeed alleviate her illness..." The fortune-teller admitted it generously.

Yang Jiu said speechlessly: "Even so, you can't always encourage people to kill people and eat their hearts?"

"When did I ever say that I would let them eat people's hearts?" The fortune teller frowned slightly.

It wasn't you who said it, but could it be a ghost?

Yang Jiudao: "Sisi, Tie Jiang, I know there are only two victims, and there may be many others I don't know. No matter how much you argue, you can't cover up this fact."

"I will not deny what I have said or what I have done." The fortune teller was upright.

But I was thinking in my heart, could it be him?
Most of the time, the fortune teller will be able to suppress it, but sometimes it will fail.

But in fortune-telling, there is never a time when you fail.

Yang Jiu really has nothing to do with this guy, he can't just punch him to death, right?

"What's the matter with your face?" Yang Jiu asked instead.

The fortune teller smiled and said, "If you eat this kind of food, you will often be hunted down by people, but Dayin can perfectly solve this problem by hiding in the city."

Hidden in the city?
The system gave him such a reward.

"Use a big hermit to hide in the city, and you can disappear from everyone." The fortune teller was always smiling.

Dare to use the big hermit to hide in the city, and this kind of thing will happen. Doesn’t it mean that even relatives and friends can’t remember your existence?

This kind of seclusion is definitely not what Yang Jiu wants.

"Well, I'll make an exception for you and do a fortune-telling for you. I'm not allowed to take off the head and give it to you." The fortune teller looked very confident.

Yang Jiu smiled and said, "Still drawing lots?"

"Just tell me what it is." The fortune teller planned to make a quick decision.

Yang Jiu said: "Then it's considered a marriage."

"Marriage..." The fortune teller looked at Yang Jiu, moving the five fingers of his right hand around, as if by doing so, he could really gain insight into the secrets of heaven.

Yang Jiu looked at it with a smile, but wanted to hear what this guy could figure out.

"It's not good..." the fortune teller said quickly.

Bad?

After being overjoyed, upon hearing such words, Yang Jiu wanted to beat this guy into a fool.

"Although your marriage can cure the bride's ills, the premise is that you can successfully enter the bridal chamber..." The fortune teller spoke slowly, and began to calculate again.

Yang Jiu said with a smile: "Let me explain in advance, I am normal, and I can definitely enter the bridal chamber."

"The secret must not be leaked. I can only remind you that those who play with fire must set themselves on fire, and be careful of those with power." After the fortune-teller said Chaoyang Jiuyi, he clasped his fists together, "There will be a period later."

Since he said that there will be a period later, there will definitely be a time to meet again.

Who is the authority?
Wei Zhongxian?
Shi Xiongxiong?
Or Wu Sanyue?
After much deliberation, Yang Jiu felt that it was most likely Wu Sanyue.

Wu Sanyue's recent ambiguity towards Yang Jiu made Yang Jiu almost out of breath.

It seems that before getting married, they have to find a way to solve Wu Sanyue's big trouble.

Can't kill, can only give her another Loyalty Pill to turn her into a really obedient little milk dog.

Yang Jiu regained consciousness, the fortune teller had disappeared.

Before it was dark, Yang Jiu came to Yan Luo Hall and sat on the steps outside Room 44 of Xuan Zi to wait.

Staying in the body sewing shop, I feel like I will be called by Wu Sanyue again.

As soon as it was dark, Yang Jiu pushed open the door and went in, picked up the sewing record.

Two sewers died because of this corpse, and both of them were excellent sewers in Dongchang.

Their deaths were the same, they were all frightened to death.

Coming to the side of the Hanyu coffin, looking at the female corpse in the coffin, Yang Jiu wanted to know how scary this guy could be.

The female corpse was wearing a wedding gown, with long hair covering her face. At first glance, it was indeed a bit scary.

Yang Jiu pushed open the coffin lid and said with a smile, "Sorry, I have to part your hair to find out where your wounds are."

The woman's body was intact, so the wounds were most likely on the face and neck.

As soon as the fingers touched the hair, the hair that covered the female corpse's face suddenly flew up.

The hair danced wildly, in the chaos, Yang Jiu couldn't see the face of the female corpse clearly.

"Giggle..."

Cold and ethereal laughter suddenly sounded behind Yang Jiu.

Yang Jiu suddenly turned around, a strange face almost stuck to his.

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