I sent a group confession text message, and my aunt cried that she sent it too late?

As soon as the fortune teller finished speaking, the netizens in the live broadcast room burst into laughter

"Hahahaha, waiting here"

"You still need money. Buddha will not save the poor!"

"He could have just robbed you of 500 yuan, but he gave you a talisman."

"After so much preparation, the fox's tail finally came out"

"This abacus bead hit me in the face"

"Master, the more you pretend now, the more you will be slapped in the face later."

"Hahahaha, I'm getting excited."

"The anchor is really good at pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger!"

"Many years later, when the fortune teller recalled what happened on that day, he would still shed tears."

"Who has the picture of the crying girl? This is very appropriate."

"It’s bad enough that you can’t find the object, but you can’t even find the picture?"

"......"

A piece of torn yellow paper was priced at five hundred yuan. Is there anyone who wants it?

Yes!

Su Yang bought it. He paid very quickly. Only a fool like Su Yang would pay the talisman even though he knew it was a scam.

There was nothing he could do. He was too kind.

After all, the scene that would happen later would make even him, the instigator, tap his toes in embarrassment.

Just think of it as an advance payment for his mental damages.

After receiving another five hundred yuan, the fortune teller's face was about to break with laughter.

If he had known that Su Yang was so stupid and rich, he should have asked for a higher price. He shouldn't have said there was only one.

The fortune teller regretted it to death.

However, he did not show it. He solemnly handed the talisman paper to Su Yang, and kindly advised,"Young man, remember, burn incense morning and evening."

"Do not burn it or defile it."

"If there is any mistake, it may affect the effect."

Su Yang nodded,"Master, don't worry, I will do as you say."

Seeing that he was so easy to deceive, the fortune teller did not forget to say,"If you want to ask other questions in the future, you can also come to me"

"I'll give you a 20% discount."

Su Yang smiled and continued to nod,"That's for sure, I'll come to see you again soon."

This is the truth, as long as he finds another person who predicts differently from him, he will definitely come.

Unfortunately, the fortune teller didn't hear the hidden meaning of Su Yang.

He was still happily thinking that he must fool more when he comes next time. When the netizens in the live broadcast room saw this scene, they all laughed so hard that they almost fainted.

"Hahahaha, I prove that the anchor is not lying"

"I told you guys that you will meet again soon."

"The guy above, you are really good at fortune telling. Please tell me a fortune too."

"I reckon you can live to be eighty!"

"Really?! Then I will jump from the eighth floor after get off work. I can live to be eighty. Who the hell still walks up the stairs?"

"King of Hell: You are the one who insists on cutting in line? ?!"

"You die at the age of 80, you are gone at the age of 30, you have to decide your own fate"

"Go early to leave a good impression on the King of Hell"

"Damn, the live broadcast is hilarious, and you guys are even more ridiculous."

"My stomach hurts from laughing"

"Fortune Teller: Is there no one speaking up for me?"

"......"

The barrage was hotly discussing, and Su Yang also said goodbye after collecting the talisman paper.

He continued to walk forward.

Even now, the fortune teller still did not realize the seriousness of the problem. He was still watching Su Yang happily.

It was not until Su Yang disappeared in the crowd that he realized that the process was too smooth.

There must be no tricks in it.

Although he doubted it at this moment, he did not think about it carefully.

Looking at the 600 yuan in the account, he went back happily and continued to wait for business.......

Su Yang walked from one end of the overpass to the other.

He also asked someone to tell his fortune, but the fortune teller said the same thing.

He now needs to find someone who says something different.

After walking the overpass, he was ready to try his luck in the basement.

While Su Yang was looking for the next victim, the netizens in the live broadcast room were also busy.

"After watching it, I can recite all these words."

"These fortune tellers are still too young"

"See who the next victim will be."

"The war is about to start, here are the small stools for melon seeds and fruits for wholesale"

"After being teased by the anchor, the business of these fortune tellers is likely to plummet."

"Those who are willing to take the bait, there is no way"

"......"

As the live broadcast continued, the popularity in Su Yang's live broadcast room became higher and higher.

The number of online viewers exceeded five million.

The barrage was so dense that it was hard to cope with it.

The gifts never stopped.

As soon as Su Yang entered the underground passage, he saw a witch at the corner.

Why is she a witch?

The main reason is that she is dressed too weirdly.

Her hair is tied up like a Taoist head, and it is fixed by a bone of an unknown animal.

The clothes she wears are from an unknown ethnic group. They are colorful and inlaid with bird feathers.

They look very thick.

It is summer now. Although the underground passage is cool, Su Yang has guessed how many prickly heat rashes she has caused under her clothes.

At this time, she was closing her eyes, and I don't know if she was sleeping or meditating.

Su Yang didn't want to find her.

But just when he was about to go over, the witch said mysteriously,"This young man, I see that your forehead is black, and your luck is not good."

Su Yang was stunned for a moment. How did she see it with her eyes closed?

But she said so, it would be impolite to leave again.

After all, he had been looking for something different from what the fortune teller had said all along.

The fortune teller just now said that his rosy complexion meant great happiness, but this one said that his dark forehead meant bad luck for the new year.

Isn't this just something that came to his doorstep?

Su Yang stopped and saw a row of large characters written in a flamboyant style on the advertisement paper in front of her,"The God of Fortune Telling He Xiangu, who has calculated all the past events!"

Great, great, they are all God of Fortune Telling.

Can't there be something new in this title?

Even the advertising slogans are the same.

He has met several of them.

Su Yang was silently complaining, and netizens in the live broadcast room also noticed this point

"Shit, are these fortune tellers sold in bulk?"

"Maybe they are brothers and sisters. There is a joke that my master has tens of thousands of disciples."

"Hahahaha, I just started laughing"

"The Nth number of the fortune teller is online, and the N+1 number is ready"

"There is no N+1, I guess she is victim number 2"

"If you start talking about others' bad luck, you will be beaten in our place."

"Know how to do the opposite, some people will buy into it"

"The two fortune tellers said completely different things. I can already imagine what will happen next."

"A fight is about to break out."

"......"

Netizens were laughing at the joke, and Su Yang also sat down on the small stool in front of He Xiangu's stall.

"Fairy, what do you mean by that?"

Hearing the voice, He Xiangu's eyes slowly opened, and after looking at Su Yang, they closed silently.

Unlike the fortune tellers she had met before, she did not start talking endlessly.

Instead, she looked at him and ignored him.

Seeing this scene, Su Yang also became interested.

Playing psychological warfare, waiting for him to speak, right?

Fine, he would not speak either, to see how long this fairy could pretend........