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"Are you also a fortune teller?" The old man's eyes widened when he heard what Chen Yang said.

"You don't believe me?" Chen Yang smiled slightly, stretched out his hand towards the old man, and said, "How about I feel the bones for you first?"

"No need, no need!" Seeing that Chen Yang was really going to touch his bones, the old man was so frightened that he waved his hands again and again.

Then, he turned around and walked towards the direction he came from just now, talking to himself while walking:
"It's really a declining world! Even these young people are coming to grab jobs from an old man like me. The world is going down, the world is going down!"

Chen Yang looked at the back of the old man who was gradually leaving, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He just woke up, and got all the knowledge in "Hunyuan Yiqi Jue" and the vitality originally stored in the golden post.

It's bluffing to say these things, but Chen Yang knew in his heart that if he wanted to digest them all, he would have to practice continuously to improve his cultivation level.

The current Chen Yang is equivalent to a miser, guarding a huge golden mountain. If he doesn't think about making progress, this golden mountain will belong to others sooner or later.

Of course, before saying this, Chen Yang still has some things to verify.

The first thing is that Chen Yang wants to see how much stronger he is now than before.

Such a thing, of course, cannot be practiced by ordinary people.

Even if Chen Yang didn't have confidence, it should be an easy thing to kill a special soldier with one punch.

After all, where the previous strength was, it was crushed at that time, let alone the current self?

However, if you don't look for ordinary people, then you have to look for things like practitioners or monsters.

It's easy to get into trouble with the sect behind him if you find a practitioner to compete with. If you meet someone who refuses to admit defeat or can't afford to lose, it's like getting yourself into trouble, and you can't wipe it clean.

Finding monsters is even more nonsense.

Since the founding of China in modern times, there has been a rumor that "animals after the founding of the country are not allowed to become fine".

This sounds like a stupid statement, doesn't it?

In the past, Chen Yang thought the same way.

But now, he also understands that this is not a simple joke.

The unscrupulous destruction of the environment in modern times has seriously damaged the growth of aura on the earth. If there are still animals that have a chance to become spirits in such an environment, then it is a ghost.

What's more, in the new era of Huaxia, it has only been less than 100 years since the country was established. As for monsters, 100 years is not enough for them to take shape, let alone make waves in the world.

Even if some monsters with enlightened spiritual sense and fearless fear of death slip out, they will most likely become dinner on the human table.

Since this doesn't work, then that doesn't work either, Chen Yangneng has exhausted all his ideas, and now the only way left is ghosts.

However, this vast sea of ​​people, the vast world, is full of yang energy to the point of global warming.

Finding a ghost may not be much easier than finding a monster.

One is nothing more than a hero-level task, and the latter is a difficult-level task.

Chen Yang wandered the streets for most of the day, not to mention monsters and ghosts, except for cats and dogs, he didn't even see any other animals.

Walking around, Chen Yang unknowingly came to a street.

This street is very desolate at first glance. There are two old family homes on both sides of the street, and there are a few shops open here and there.

On one side of the wall, either squatting or sitting, there are many fortune tellers begging for food here.

I go!

Seeing this situation, Chen Yang couldn't help sighing:
"Isn't this a fortune-telling street?"

In fact, Chen Yang guessed really well, this is really the fortune-telling street in Linchuan City.

Chen Yang walked slowly in front of these people, and he found that when these fortune tellers saw him, their eyes seemed to be shining.

If Chen Yang shows any intention of stopping, he believes that these people will swarm up to fight for the "gold master", and they must divide him up.

but.

Chen Yang thought about it for a second, although most of these people hang up signs to make a living, but after working for many years, they will always see or hear about some weird things.

As the saying goes, how can you not get your shoes wet when you often walk by the river?

Chen Yang thought about it, and then set his target on a fortune teller.

This person was not at all like other fortune tellers. Others would have bright eyes when they saw customers, but this person looked embarrassed.

There was a pole beside him, and a long strip of cloth was hung on the pole, with the words "The Iron Mouth Breaks" written on it.

Then the man was lying under the pole with the wine bottle in his arms, and the hala from the corner of his mouth flowed to the floor tiles.

That's the first impression.

Even if you, Zhuge, are reborn, no one will ask you to tell your fortune!

And he didn't seem to intend to take the initiative to solicit business for himself, no matter how many people passed by him, he didn't even bother to raise his eyelids.

No, even though Chen Yang was already standing in front of him, he was still snoring non-stop.

"Master, wake up! Wake up!"

Chen Yang squatted down, pushing the whole man's shoulders again and again.

However, he pushed it a few times, only to find that the person did not move at all, still in the same posture, still in the same snoring.

Chen Yang was speechless now.

If a person can sleep to this level, what else can he say?
You are awesome!

"He won't wake up if you do this!"

Just when Chen Yang was helpless, a voice suddenly sounded beside him.

Chen Yang followed the voice and saw a fortune teller sitting not far away saying to him, "You can't do this."

"Then how can we wake him up?" Chen Yang humbly asked for advice.

The fortune teller said: "It's simple, you go buy a bottle of wine, put it in front of his nose, let him smell it, and he will wake up immediately."

It's that simple?
Chen Yang looked at the fortune teller in surprise.

"Thank you, master, for your suggestion."

Chen Yang turned around and walked towards the fortune teller, and then took out a hundred yuan bill.

"Thank you, Master."

Chen Yang said respectfully.

The other fortune tellers were stunned, and got 100 yuan for just a word?
Is the money in this world so easy to earn?
"Oh, thank you thank you."

The person who got the 100 yuan suddenly burst into laughter. He hasn't opened his business today, so he finally went back to have an explanation with the old woman.

After Chen Yang gave the money, he went straight to a nearby small store to buy a bottle of wine and came back.

He followed what the man said to him just now: "Open the wine bottle and put it in front of him, let him smell it."

"Ok!"

Soon, the fortune teller who was sleeping on the ground slowly opened his eyes.

When Chen Yang saw the old man, he hurried up to meet him, and said with a smile, "Master, you are awake!"