The daily life of the fortune teller who was forced to open business

"Tsk." Nan Shi's eyes sank slightly, and he suddenly said, "Okay."

The voice paused: "Oh? Are you trying to trick me out?"

"That's not true." Nan Shi found a chair and sat down comfortably: "You are right, and the enmity between me and you has not reached the point where you must die. Those of your subordinates who have offended me have already made me die." Killed, since you don't care about those subordinates, it's really good to deal with it like this."

The hall was suddenly pushed away, and a boy walked in from the outside. His face was gray and gray, and he had obviously been dead for a long time. The boy walked over, but he walked like an adult. On the other side, he smiled lightly and said, "Mr. Nan, don't blame me, your subordinates are too powerful, I'll borrow a body, let's talk about it like this."

Nan Shi nodded slightly: "How?"

"It's still the same condition as I said just now, you and I will never cross the river, and I will never enter the boundary of City S..."

"Are you really willing?" Nan Shi didn't move his brows, looking particularly calm and peaceful - he had seen this skill of nourishing Qi a lot. Although he was not at the level of Chi You, he could still look a little bit better.

It’s not that he’s bragging, city S is a prefecture-level city, that’s a bug. In terms of economics, humanities, and history, it’s no problem to be a provincial capital, but Huijing took the lead. Such a big piece of fat is in front of us. A mosquito fairy is not tempted?

"Why don't you give up?" The boy smiled and said, "In your eyes, City S is naturally very good, but to me, it may not be so."

When Nan Shi thought about it, he probably understood—the people are rich and live and work in peace and contentment, how could they believe in the mosquito god?In impoverished mountainous areas, tens of thousands of yuan may be savings that can only be saved in seven or eight years or a lifetime. In S City, as long as you have a normal IQ and healthy hands, you can earn tens of thousands of yuan after entering the factory for a month.

"If that's the case, then it's settled?" Nan Shi tapped his fingers on the table and asked, "After talking for so long, I still don't know your name."

"Biangui, just call me 'Yihe'." The boy's voice was thin and high-pitched, making people extremely uncomfortable: "I dare not tell you your real name, hehe..."

Nan Shi pursed his lips: "In that case, Yihe, I have a question."

"Mr. Nan, please."

"Why are you willing to make peace with me?"

The boy tilted his head: "Of course I like Mr. Nan."

"Don't get me wrong...to be an enemy of Mr. Nan, of course I prefer to be friends with Mr. Nan." The boy paused and smiled strangely: "Nanshi, do you want to cooperate with me... the one on the top of the mountain that day It’s you, right? It’s so beautiful to change your life against the sky—you cooperate with me, what you want, I will give you.”

"I heard that you like antiques? You even opened an antique shop yourself?" The boy raised his hand and pointed to the Duobao Pavilion not far away, and a scroll flew over and unfolded in front of Nan Shi.

"Authentic Li Bai." The boy rolled up the scroll and pushed it in front of Nan Shi: "This is my gift to you...Antiques and curios, you just want them in the museum, and I can do it for you." How about fetching it? Think about it."

"As long as you are willing, those dignitaries will still bow down at your feet, just beg for your mercy." The boy said softly, as if drawing a picture scroll: "Money, beauties, antiques, as long as you are willing to reach out for them Change your fate, they will be happy to give you anything."

Pointing to his own face, he said, "Have you seen him? He was born on Renwu day, Gengshen month, [-] year. He is a Sanqi nobleman, or the only child of his family... Guess what? His business grandfather didn't hesitate. I just gave him to me, and after eating him, my skill has increased a lot!"

He paused at this point, and regretfully said: "Unfortunately, Mr. Nan has never been a ghost, and I don't know how happy it is to be a ghost."

Nan Shi looked at him coldly: "It's good to be a ghost, but you want to live?"

The boy was startled, but Nanshi Sri said slowly: "If you don't want to live, what are you doing eating blood? Killing people is enough to increase your skills."

Nan Shi remembered a legend he heard when he was in the underworld, that ghosts could be revived if they saved enough blood and found a suitable body - of course, that was nonsense, maybe it made sense at the time, but now it can Confirm that this is absolute bullshit.

Besides, if he doesn't want to live, what is he doing to collect money?If you just want to be a ghost comfortably, let's not talk about the underworld, find a rich man, give him some pointers, and offer him three meals a day?Nan Shi was definitely not the only one who came up with such a big cult and stared at him.

"How do you know that I don't want to follow the way of God?"

"Although I am a person, I also know that the way of Shinto is not your way." Nan Shi said lightly: "The Earth Temple on the top of the mountain next door is still empty. If you want to, just go directly."

Just like the grandfather Chu Xu he met in Z City, as long as he manages a lot and someone keeps enshrining, he will naturally be able to take over the position of the god. Although the process in the middle is not so simple, it is not as complicated as imagined.

"Ah...you found out." The boy licked his lips: "Yes, I just want to live, Mr. Nan, what do you mean...can you help me?"

"What do you think?" Nan Shi said leisurely: "Why bother, do you think I'm the only one staring at you? You've gone too far, is it true that the officials are really deaf and blind to this point? Refund ten thousand In other words, even if you are alive, how long do you think you can live with your wicked strength? One second? Or two seconds?"

Nan Shi pointed upwards: "He, will you be allowed to live?"

The boy paused, laughed wildly and said, "Then it depends on my fate."

Nan Shi moved his lips, but the boy interrupted what he was about to say: "Nan Shi, you are a smart person, but you are still younger...The next sentence, are you going to ask me about my horoscope?"

"How could I tell you! For a fortune teller like you, if you tell you the horoscope, wouldn't you put your life in your hands? If I were so naive, I wouldn't live today." The boy's voice became hoarse: "Nan Shi, I regret it. If you are such a powerful person, if you don't use it for me, you can't..."

Before the words fell, dozens of figures suddenly appeared in the hall, most of them were exactly the same as the strange young man Nan Shi had just seen, some of them were dead with pale faces—they were walking corpses, as if the guards suppressed them. Just as Gu Xianshi's soul was robbed of Gu Xianshi's body, the Mosquito Immortal also snatched the bodies of these dead people and suppressed their souls in his body.

Their dark and godless eyes looked at Nanshi together, and the boy said hoarsely, "Nanshi, this is the last chance, do you want to cooperate with me?"

"What if not?" Nan Shi frowned, his eyes flicked over everyone in the hall: "Just some people want to kill me, don't you despise me too much?"

"First the courtesy and then the soldiers." The boy said with a smile: "I have countless clones like this, you don't know... the first thing you do when you enter my sect is to receive my mark first, although I don't know why you can pay for it. These old ghosts can count one as ten, but what about one as a hundred? How about a thousand? You are just a stinky fortune teller, and you don’t have a horoscope, what can you do to me? What can you do to them?”

Nan Shi said calmly, "You can try."

In fact, the Mosquito Immortal is right, he and he have been chatting nonsense here for so long, but they just want to make a horoscope - he is a bad fortune teller, and he really doesn't have much ability to slash people with a knife, after all, he is not a ghost It was a while ago, but it was very difficult for the other party to kill him.

Although he doesn't know his horoscope, he knows his horoscope. He can escape successfully under the sky thunder, so is he still afraid of this mosquito fairy?

Standing behind Nan Shi holding a sword, Qing Ying respectfully asked for instructions: "Young master, please let the slaves try it."

"You don't need to be so troublesome." Nan Shi raised a little in the air, and a golden light burst out. Almost instantly, those standing corpses fell down like waves—without him, their souls were pulled out by Nan Shi.

Their fate number is 'trapped', so Nanshi will solve their trap. Once the soul escapes, the walking corpse will immediately lose its root and can no longer be driven by the mosquito celestial being.

"You—!" The boy yelled subconsciously, and then asked viciously, "How did you do it?!"

He moved his fingers slightly, wanting to collect these souls immediately, but he didn't want to be protected by Nan Shi's men as soon as the souls appeared - the matter must be resolved as soon as possible, and 30 people died at the same time, and he couldn't collect the souls immediately , there is a great possibility that black and white will be attracted to impermanence, and his lair can't have it!

"As long as it's a living person, there are traces to follow." Nan Shi took the teacup from Qinglan and took a sip, "You don't think I've been patronizing and killing your subordinates for half a month. Right?... Do you have that kind of walking corpse that has been dead for more than a hundred years? If so, I am not very easy to deal with."

"This kind, I advise you not to take it out and make it embarrassing. I will put as much as you have."

Nan Shi shook his head: "I really want to cooperate with you, but the conditions you give are too unattractive... If I wanted to, without you, there would be many people crying and begging to kneel in front of me just begging me Those who make a move, cooperate with you, but are restricted by you, why should I?"

"Besides, if you become big, it won't do me any good." Nan Shi said: "I admit that I was a little reckless today, and I couldn't clean you up at once, but you can't do anything to me... Do you have any other tricks? If not, I will go back first and make an appointment next time."

"However, you are not as powerful as I imagined. There is such a loud noise in the hall, what about your disciples? Are they all deaf?" Nan Shi lightly pointed out the fact that the Mosquito Immortal had lost his mind.

Nanshi had learned perception, and the mosquito god is a ghost. Naturally, he knew that the only dozens of immortal masters left in this sect were crowded outside the door. No one dared to come in to escort him.

"You—!" The boy yelled sharply, and then fell limp. In an instant, the temperature in the palace dropped extremely, and the cold air filled the whole palace. Those evil youths were absorbed by a huge shadow He went in and condensed into one person.

The body of the Mosquito Fairy finally appeared!

He is about three meters tall and has a strange appearance. He is dressed in a scarf and has a seal on his hands. He looks like a fairy, but unfortunately his face is too evil, and he can be seen as an evil spirit at a glance.Yihe Xiansen said coldly: "I want to see how capable you are."

After all, it was like attacking from the direction of south time.