Fortune Teller Master

Zhang Qidou carefully looked at the black face of the shopkeeper and said solemnly: "Seeing that you have erect eyebrows, your eyes are red, and your cheeks are dark. A catastrophe is bound to come."

Owner: "… …"MF!

Lin Qingyin nodded her head: "It\'s not comprehensive enough to say only half, what else do you see?"

Zhang Qidou hesitated for a while and continued: "This person has a small head and a small face. He should be a poor and humble worker for his whole life, but… …"

Lin Qingyin chuckled softly: "From the look of his face, you think this person should have no house and no car, and shouldn\'t have a shop at all."

"That\'s what I mean." Zhang Qidou said with a sigh of relief: "This person not only has a poor person\'s face but also murderous. I really can\'t see any good side."

The shopkeeper looked at the two people ignoring his existence. They simply keep commenting and poking his lung upfront. The shopkeeper couldn\'t help but be angry. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the black umbrella behind him, then opened it. A black mist came out of it and attacked Lin Qingyin and the others.

Lin Qingyin didn\'t even turn her head, stretched out her arm, and waved her hand lightly. The raging black mist disappeared in an instant.

Everyone: "… …"

The shopkeeper: "… …"

Lin Qingyin looked at Zhang Qidou: "Don\'t pay attention to him, you keep talking."

Zhang Qidou had a cold sweat in fright earlier, he failed to react. Seeing Lin Qingyin ask him again, he wiped his forehead in embarrassment: "I was scared and forgo."

Lin Qingyin shook her head helplessly: "Actually, you have a good eye, but you are a little timid. Don\'t you just need to break the umbrella? What is there to be afraid of?"

Zhang Qidou knew himself well, and smiled embarrassedly: "It\'s because I\'m too scared."

Seeing that Zhang Qidou couldn\'t say anything new, Lin Qingyin turned her head to look at Han Zhengfeng. Han Zhengfeng waved his hand awkwardly and said, "I can\'t do this. I don\'t know divination."

Lin Qingyin didn\'t ask Fatty Wang. He could only see fur, so naturally, he couldn\'t tell what Zhang Qidou couldn\'t see.

Since everyone can\'t tell, Lin Qingyin simply said: "Looking at his Yintang both red and black, and the horizontal lines on his face. He should have been a grave robber when he was around 48 years old. He survived and tasted a bit trace of prosperity. But this trace of prosperity is ferocious, which shows that he killed people and also robbed other people\'s property." Lin Qingyin finished speaking and turned her head and looked at the shopkeeper: glanced: "Am I right?"

The shopkeeper looked at Lin Qingyin with fear. His black pupil turned gloomy as he laughed: "Unexpectedly, you are young, but you have good eyesight."

"Not only, I have good eyesight, but my skills are also good." Lin Qingyin smiled sarcastically: "You thought after killing and robbing people, you can sit back and relax, but your wrongdoings give birth to an evil spirit, and this evil spirit brought so much pain into your body. So you came up with this evil method to seize the soul of others. You use the young people\'s curiosity to sell some strange things, and then use these things to forcibly detain their souls. When the pain is unbearable, you use these souls to absorb the evil spirit in your body. Am I right?"

The shopkeeper looked at Lin Qingyin and squinted his eyes: "I see. You come for the boy that came here the day before yesterday, right? It\'s a pity, you came late, his soul is already gone."