I rely on fortune-telling to become the favorite of the giants

Xie Qingmian felt the pain on her forehead just after being conscious for a second or two.

What's going on, ghosts can feel pain these days?

Xie Qingmian opened her eyes in a daze, sat up while clutching the painful spot on her forehead, the place where her palm touched felt a slight tingling pain.

But for nearly a thousand years as a ghost, he has no sense of touch, let alone such a sharp pain.

Xie Qingmian was keenly aware that something was wrong, he suddenly lowered his head, and saw that he was wearing a short sleeve that was of good texture but obviously dirty and torn, he was stunned.

He had just seen this dress, and just now, he watched this young man who seemed to have a mental illness being pushed off the cliff.

So...he put it on that little fool?

Xie Qingmian stood up while supporting the tree beside her, and looked around blankly.

He is now at the foot of a mountain, probably because there are many trees on this mountain, and the original owner did not lose his limbs when he rolled down the cliff.

But rolling down such a high cliff, some bruises and scratches on the body are unavoidable.

Xie Qingmian also took out a small black square from her pocket.He remembered that people now call this thing a mobile phone.

He imitated the modern people to press the switch of this mobile phone, but did not get any response.

I guess it broke the phone when it fell.

Xie Qingmian didn't care about these anymore, he put the phone back in his pocket, and stood there with the tree to slow down for a while.

The sunlight fell from the gaps in the leaves, Xie Qingmian raised her head and squinted her eyes to look at the sun, roughly confirming the time.

After resting for a while, he began to walk out with difficulty, intending to leave the foot of the mountain before the sun set.

Xie Qingmian was originally the national teacher of the Dayuan Dynasty, for the people of the country...

And that handsome dog emperor with billions of points.

He calculated a hexagram that shouldn't have been calculated, and forcibly reversed God's will.But Tiandao has always been stingy, this is not the case, Xie Qingmian died of a serious illness not long after the divination.

Xie Qingmian didn't know much about what happened after that, when he became conscious, he was already trapped near this nameless hill.

Later, he watched this place develop from a little-known small city into an international metropolis, but he still couldn't find the way to the underworld, and there was no black and white to captivate his soul.

It was as if he was shielded from the world.

Fortunately, Xie Qingmian can find nearby lonely ghosts to play with, such as the wild grave brother on the hill next door, and the murdered girl at the foot of the hill who buried her body on the spot.

What the three of them like to do most is fight landlords under the pagoda tree.

But the big brother Yefen was finally remembered by the descendants of the family. Some time ago, he was moved to the grave and officially entered the underworld to prepare for reincarnation.

And the murdered girl at the foot of the mountain was also found in a road construction, and the case was solved, and she entered the underworld without regret.

I thought that I would spend an unknown long time alone again, but I didn't know that I suddenly woke up from such a person.

After drifting in this land for nearly a thousand years, Xie Qingmian was so familiar with the terrain here that she couldn't be more familiar with it. It didn't take long to find the main road, and walked along the side of the road until she reached an overpass.

There are quite a few small stalls under the overpass, with some cloth or wooden signs hanging on them, with words such as fortune-telling and divination written on them.

During the time when the cloudy air is relatively heavy every year, Xie Qingmian was able to get rid of the unnamed mountain a little bit, and come here to watch a play.

And the main reason he's here now—

It is to make money.

A penny can't beat Da Yuanchao's national teacher!

Xie Qingmian pulled the torn clothes on her body that were caught by the branches to make it look a little cleaner, but after working hard for a long time, she finally gave up.

He walked to a fortune-telling stall who looked younger and talkative, borrowed a writing brush and a cloth strip from him, raised his hand and waved the pen, and wrote four words on the cloth strip in a flowing manner

—— fortune teller

The young man in the black robe who borrowed his writing brush was very interested to see what he was doing, but he was taken aback when he saw the words he wrote.

"Are you going to give it to me?" Xu Keke whispered, "I don't spend money to buy this thing."

Xie Qingmian gave him a strange look: "Of course I use it myself."

Xu Keke:? ? ?

Xu Keke put down the folding fan in his hand, and rolled up his sleeves: "Hey, are you trying to steal business?"

Xie Qingmian satisfactorily picked up the cloth with words written on it, and raised her head to look at Xu Keke with a smile on her bright eyes.

"Brows and eyes are wide and full, and your forehead is full. Your fortune is good." Xie Qingmian blinked her eyes lightly, her voice slowed down, as if with some kind of magical power, "In about an hour, you will receive a large order." Business."

Xu Keke looked at Xie Qing like a fool, wondering if this person thought me a fool.

He has been deceiving in this business since he was a child. If he told these words to others, he might believe them, but it was absolutely impossible for him to believe them.

He just wanted to raise his voice and scold the person who wanted to deceive him, but when his eyes touched Xie Qingmian's beautiful eyes, his heart suddenly softened.

Seeing Xie Qingmian's beauty that could not be concealed even though her face was a little dirty, Xu Keke sighed.

"Forget it, just treat me as unlucky today."

With that said, he turned around and took out a piece of bread and a tissue from a basket, and threw them into Xie Qingmian's arms: "Hey, this is for you."

Xie Qingmian took the bread and raised the corner of her mouth at Xu Keke: "Thank you."

Holding the bread and cloth strips, Xie Qingmian found a place with few people and sat down, spread the cloth strips on the ground in front of him, then opened the bread and started to eat.

It tastes completely different from the cakes made by the imperial dining room.

Xie Qingmian hasn't eaten like this for nearly a thousand years, but when he was a ghost, he wouldn't be hungry, but now he is an ordinary person.

In my memory, this body was pushed off the cliff in the morning, and now it is close to sunset, and I have not eaten for almost a day.

After eating the bread, Xie Qingmian wasn't worried about whether there was any business, she held her chin and began to look around, especially those fast "colored iron boxes" with four wheels.

It wasn't until the sun completely set and the sky gradually darkened that Xie Qingmian broke away from this curious desire to observe, and turned to look at another road.

His business is coming.

Not long after Xie Qingmian's gaze shifted, a black sedan slowly appeared in his sight.

The black car finally stopped not far from the overpass. Xie Qingmian looked at a slightly fat man in his 40s, with his waist slightly bowed, secretly watching backwards, as if he was confirming something.

After confirming, the middle-aged man walked under the overpass and began to hesitate again seeing the many fortune-telling stall owners.

Xie Qingmian could hear the young man in robes who lent him the pen and strips complain.

"This uncle has come here more than a dozen times, and he still doesn't give up."

Xie Qingmian lowered her beautiful eyes.

It didn't take long for the middle-aged man to discover the new Xie Qingmian, and walked towards him without hesitation.

But Xie Qingmian's stall was too simple. After the middle-aged fat man came over, he stood in front of him for a long time, as if he didn't know whether to look for him or not.

Until Xie Qingmian took the initiative to speak: "Brother, do you have a guess?"

Then without waiting for this person to answer, Xie Qingmian bent her eyes: "Or buy a talisman? It can block the sound of other things around you."

The middle-aged man's eyes lit up.

He squatted down with excitement, and stretched out his hand, wanting to hold Xie Qingmian's hand excitedly: "You know I can hear those voices!"

Xie Qingmian: "They still follow you every day."

"Yes Yes Yes!"

Xu Keke at the side glanced at Xie Qingmian with admiration.

It's amazing, I hooked up the client with just a few words.

But Xu Keke was not the only fortune teller around here, just when Xie Qingmian asked the older brother to reach out, a blind fortune teller with a beard and sunglasses snorted coldly.

"Mr. Liu, you have come here so many times. Your question has been circulated in the circle 800 years ago. Anyone who asks about it will know about you. Do you still need him to talk?"

Xie Qingmian's movements froze, and then she looked at the blind man who disturbed her business, without any sign of anxiety.

Didn't hear Xie Qingmian's words, the blind fortune teller thought he had grasped his lifeblood: "I don't have the skills to deceive people at such a young age, the reputation of our profession is ruined by people like you!"

"People like us..." Xie Qingmian said to herself, and chuckled, "Why did the old man say that, aren't you also this kind of person?"

"What did you say?" When I was questioned, the man stood up suddenly, with a passionate voice, "Who here doesn't know that I am a half-immortal horse, and you are a brat with no hair, and you dare to question me ?”

"Blind Ma?" Xie Qingmian's gaze moved up slowly, and finally fixed on the standard pair of fortune-telling sunglasses on blind Ma's face, "Although your eyesight has been slightly damaged since you were eight years old, you still can't see it , isn’t it a lie to pretend to be blind like this?”

Hearing Xie Qingmian's words, Ma Xiazi was startled.

He is indeed not blind.

His eyes were caused by an accident when he was eight years old. Although his eyesight was slightly damaged after that accident, he looked like he was really blind from the outside.

It happened that it was difficult to eat at that time, so his father joined him to come out and pretend to be fortune-telling.

No one in Haishi knew about this matter except his dead father.

But Xie Qingmian can easily tell the exact age.

Ma Xiazi got stuck, but other people who thought they were blocked from business didn't want to let Xie Qingmian go.

Seeing Xie Qingmian who joined forces to say that she was a liar, she shook her head, and then asked Xu Keke who was watching the play, "Brother Xu, can I lend you another pen and a piece of paper?"

Xu Keke only paused for a moment, just about to refuse, when his eyes touched Xie Qingmian whose face was still a little dirty, his heart softened instantly.

"Come on, let's go, I'm so unlucky to meet you today." Xu Keke muttered, but his hands were not slow, and he took an ordinary fountain pen and white paper from the back basket on his back.

Xie Qingmian didn't dislike it either, after taking the things, she bent her eyes and thanked her.

Modern fountain pens are too different from previous brushes. Even though Xie Qingmian has seen the posture of modern people holding pens, it is still a bit strange to try it out.

In the end, Xie Qingmian barely drew the spell she wanted with an awkward posture.

He folded the spell with distorted strokes and handed it to Mr. He who had shown hesitation and distrust.

"Put it away first, and put it close to your body. I won't charge you for the time being. I'll wait for you for three days before coming back to me."

After finishing speaking, Xie Qingmian watched Mr. He drive away.

Xu Keke felt that the very good-looking young man next to him might be a little out of his mind, especially after seeing him draw messy lines on the paper and claiming to be a spell.

In the end, Mr. He really accepted it.

Of course, he also understands this kind of behavior, it's okay to accept things that don't cost money, just treat that dead horse as a living horse doctor.

It was getting dark, and the stalls next to them packed up their things and left one after another. Xu Keke checked the time and was about to pack up the stalls and go home.

But just as he stood up, the good-looking young man next to him spoke suddenly.

"Wait a little longer, don't rush back, your big order is coming in 10 minutes."

Xu Keke himself is a seasoned liar, and scoffed at this statement.

But he didn't know whether it was the magic power of the person beside him or something, he really sat down again and stopped packing his things.

Ten minutes passed quickly, and only he and the good-looking young man beside him were left under the flyover.

Xu Keke looked under the empty overpass and felt that he was really stupid to stay and wait for 10 minutes.

"Go back!" Xu Keke stood up again, glanced at Xie Qingmian who was sitting huddled on the ground beside her, and paused again, "Hey, do you want me to call the police for you, are you a student who ran away from home?"

I don't know if it's because of the surrounding street lights, but Xu Keke always felt that the young man's eyes were as bright as the starry eyes in the comics.

Also... It's strange and rare.

Xie Qingmian smiled at him: "Your big order is here."

Xu Keke:? ? ?

Just when he was thinking that this young man would not really have a problem with his mind, the horn of a car suddenly sounded behind him.

One minute later, Xu Keke looked at the car not far in front of him, and the benefactor in front of him who directly threw out a stack of red RMB and said he wanted to find him a job, and fell into deep thought.