Douluo: You call this a toy

When the masters heard this, their eyes stayed on Yang Fan's face for a few seconds.

Suddenly, he said in a lecturing tone: "Young man, you must be self-aware. You can predict fate and see the future. Do you believe it?"

"We're not filming a movie here, but no one will cooperate with you."

"Well, the master saw through it. It was just a joke. Besides, I really don't believe in divination. If you can predict a person's future, that's great."

Apart from believing that there are souls in the world, Yang Fan doesn't believe in anything like Feng Shui and fortune telling.

The masters smiled enigmatically, "Young man, I don't have much knowledge. It's not your fault. It's just that you haven't met a wise person."

“Empty hands turn into snakes, cutting paper turns into butterflies, that’s not what you would say when you see a piece of white paper turning into a butterfly.”

Seeing the two of them bickering, Song Changpei tried to smooth things over, "Brother, the masters' abilities are well-recognized. There are many stars, models, and wealthy people who come to him for advice on fate and feng shui. Can any master come with me?" It’s a great honor for me.”

"On TV, in newspapers, and on the Internet, great masters often occupy the headlines. These are not just exaggerations. Once he solves the problem, you will believe it."

150 million has already been spent, why not give it to him, maybe it can be solved faster than the masters.

Perhaps in order to prove their ability, the masters narrowed their eyes and said, "Young man, your family should be in the countryside, and your family is farming."

The old man must have known it from Song Changpei's mouth, and he thought of teasing: "No, can you tell what my father does?

The masters paused in their hearts and realized that they had spoken too much and should not be vindictive. Could it be that his father was an official?Judging from his appearance, he doesn't look like a rich man. If his family had money, why didn't he drive?He didn't even wear a watch, but hung around his neck a jade pendant worth a few dollars.

To sum up, his family's financial situation will not be good, so he replied: "Farmer."

"Brother, have you replied to your letter this time? The masters are very capable. Just by counting, you can tell how many wives you will have in the future."

Yang Fan immediately followed Song Changpei's words, "This can't be proven. If it's true for my family, I'll give 50."

The masters waved their hands, "I don't have time to play with you. I didn't get a good rest last night. Let me recharge my batteries."

Masters know better than anyone else that talking too much will lead to mistakes. Say what you should say and shut up immediately if you shouldn’t. Usually, I read a lot of books, such as psychology and Feng Shui. I have read the Book of Changes more than N times. , the purpose is to arm yourself.

If you get it right, you may be able to earn 200 million. If you don't get it right, you may not get a penny.

On the way, several people had lunch in the service area, took a short rest, and continued on the road.

At nearly one o'clock in the afternoon, Yang Fan and his entourage entered Xiaowan Village. There was no one outside until they passed by the supermarket and Yang Fan jumped out of the car.

"Xiaofan is back?"

Sister-in-law Guihua, who was taking a nap, saw a luxury car and immediately thought it was Yang Fan. When she caught sight of him, she greeted him in surprise.

"Sister-in-law, don't you take a break at noon?"

Yang Fan welcomed him in.

"I woke up because of you." Sister-in-law Osmanthus hurriedly handed over a bottle of black tea.

"Hello, village chief."

After seeing Osmanthus fragrans once, Song Changpei followed him with a smile.

"Mr. Song, welcome."

Sister-in-law Osmanthus gave her cigarettes, but Song Changpei refused to smoke or drink water.

After chatting for a few words, Yang Fan thought about it and solved the problem first, so as not to delay the masters from making a lot of money.

The group of people went straight to the foot of Fuyun Mountain. The car stopped at Fairy Bridge. The road ahead was not repaired yet, so they could only walk on foot.

The masters looked displeased, glanced down, polished their leather shoes, and complained: "It's all dirt roads, how can we get there?"

He looked at Yang Fan's back and said, "Carry me."

"It's okay. Your shoes are dirty. When you come back, just jump into the river and wash them."

Seeing his eyes, Yang Fan answered calmly.

"My master can't swim, you want to kill me?"

"Master, don't be angry. I'll give you an extra ten thousand later, and you can buy a new pair yourself."

After hearing this, all the masters really showed joy on their faces, "As Boss Song said, let's go."

The driver stayed in the car, and the four of them, Yang Fan, walked in the fields. He and Song Changpei walked in front. The masters deliberately took a step slowly and asked Sister Guihua: "What is your village called? It's really remote."

"Xiaowan Village."

Song Changpei treated him so politely, and Guihua Sister-in-law did not dare to offend him and answered all questions.

"What is that mountain in front of you?"

"Floating Cloud Mountain."

"What's that guy's name? How many people are there in the family? What do they do..."

Sister-in-law Guihua knew everything and answered patiently.

When they arrived at the project site, the masters wiped away their previous humility, frowned, and looked into the distance with solemn expressions.

After a long time, he sighed: "It is surrounded by mountains and rivers, with beautiful mountains and clear waters. It is an excellent place and a treasure of Feng Shui. What a pity -"

Several excavators were working in the distance, and workers wearing safety helmets were busy sweating under the scorching sun. A large farmhouse was being built, but the words of the masters made people feel cold.

"How to say it? Master, please clarify?"

Song Changpei looked complimentary and asked softly, for fear of scaring him.

"Have dead people been buried here?"

There are thousands of acres of land, and at the foot of the mountain, no talent or monster has been buried, but Song Changpei believes that the masters saw it.

"There were more than a dozen graves before, but they were all moved."

The masters walked forward with their hands behind their backs. Several people followed him around. She looked at Sister-in-Law Osmanthus and said, "Wipe off my sweat for me."

Sister-in-law Guihua hesitated, looked at Yang Fan, took out a tissue and wiped him a few times.

"The yin energy is too strong. The tomb has been moved, but the soul of the deceased has not left."

Pointing to the distance, "Look carefully, that place as thick as dark clouds is where the ghosts are. Boss Song, do you now know why things happen so often?"

Following the direction pointed, there was nothing. Even though he didn't see anything, Song Changpei still said: "Master's piercing eyes, how can we ordinary people see it? Please trouble Master to resolve it."

"This is easy. Let me burn a few soul-repelling charms and recite incantations to drive away those ghosts. Then nothing will happen in the future."

He took out a few pieces of yellow paper from his bag, took out a lighter, walked forward for more than ten meters, sat cross-legged, glanced behind him from the corner of his eye, lit the yellow paper, and started mumbling as if chanting sutras. .

Somehow, those ignited talismans turned into sparks all over the sky and flew into the distance.

"Brother, do you see? This is a real master."

Yang Fan remained silent because he noticed a ray of sinister wind.

A few workers were curious and walked towards the masters.

But before they could get closer, the masters got up and returned.

The voice was high-pitched, "Boss Song, the problem has been solved, you can rest easy in the future."

As he said that, he took out a business card with a bank card number printed on it from his wallet and handed it to Song Changpei. "Cash is inconvenient. The old rule is to transfer it to a card."

"Don't worry yet, it seems it hasn't been solved yet."

Yang Fan's voice sounded.

"Presumptuous, do you know who you are talking to? It's not Boss Song. You didn't even have a chance to see me! You've been chattering all the way, and now you doubt me? You don't know how high the sky is!"

The masters were furious, pointed at Yang Fan's nose, and said angrily, "If you can't solve this little problem, you can use the name of the masters in vain!"

"what--."

As soon as he finished speaking, a worker covered his neck, screamed and fell to the ground rolling in the dirt.