Buried alive by his own mother, he brought a coffin to the whole family when he returned

These people who come to tell fortunes cannot escape the secular world, and most of them ask about marriage and wealth.

When it was the turn of a tall and thin man, he came up and said, "Master Xiaoyan, please calculate for me how much money I can make in my lifetime, how many women I can have, and how old I can live?"

Yan Chenqi glanced at him, "Name, age?"

The man raised his head proudly and said, "Wu Jiayong, 32 years old."

Before Yan Chenqi could speak, he continued, "Does the Qin family, the largest family in Huadu, know? Madam Qin is my aunt!"

Yan Chenqi couldn't help but look at him again, "You will lose money no matter what you do in your life. You won't make a penny. As for women, you have slept with countless of them, but you can't grow old with any of them. And, you will die tomorrow."

"what?"

Wu Jiayong stood up and said, "If you want to ask me how much money I want, just tell me directly. Don't threaten me with death."

"No charge for a dying man. You may go now."

Wu Jiayong shook his head, one hand on his waist and the other pointing at Yan Chenqi, "How could I not know that you, the shitty fortune tellers, are so pretentious, you tell fortunes for free, but you charge for solving the problem, right? Then let me ask you, how much money can you charge to solve my deadlock?"

"800."

"Fuck you!" Wu Jiayong picked up the teacup on the table and slammed it to the ground. "Those old guys under the overpass dared to ask for 800 yuan at most, but you asked for 800 million yuan. Yan Chenqi, are you worthy of it?"

Yan Chenqi looked at him as if he were a dead man, "I don't deserve it, but you do. Isn't your life worth 800 million?"

"Of course I am worth 800 million, but do you think I am the kind of person who is rich and stupid? Just a few words are like trying to trick me into giving you 800 million. I think you don't want to stay in Huadu anymore. I tell you to be honest with me. Tell the truth, how old can I live?"

Yan Chenqi leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms over his chest, "Tomorrow, tomorrow at noon is the day you die."

"Yan Chenqi, you think I have a good temper, right?"

Wu Jiayong picked up the teapot on the table and smashed it to the ground, "If you dare to..."

"I think you have a good temper." Before he could finish, Yan Chenqi punched him in the face, "Good words can't persuade a dying ghost, get out of here."

"what……"

Wu Jiayong almost cried, "You little bitch, how dare you hit me!"

Just as he was about to raise his hand, Yan Chenqi grabbed his wrist and bent it back forcefully.

"It hurts... ah... it's going to break, let go... Yan Chenqi, I'm the nephew of the old lady of the Qin family, you dare to touch me, are you going to die?"

"So what if you're the nephew of the old lady of the Qin family? If you weren't going to die tomorrow, I would have broken your arm when you broke the teacup. I would have beaten the Han siblings and Qin Yanchuan, do you think you're more valuable than them? Whoever dares to act wildly here won't be able to walk out with a smile!"

Yan Chenqi threw him to the ground fiercely, "Pay compensation for my tea set, 580,000."

She didn't ask for anything more. This tea set was given to her by her junior uncle-in-law, and the original price was this much.

"I think you are crazy about money...ah..."

Wu Jiayong was halfway through scolding when he suddenly felt a piercing pain in his buttocks, and when he touched it, he saw blood.

She screamed, "I know, Yan Chenqi, I'm going to die, and you're the one who beat me to death! So much blood... wuwuwu... I'm definitely going to die."

"You broke it yourself and stabbed yourself. What does it have to do with me? Transfer 580,000 yuan to me right now, clean up and get out, or I'll call the police."

"You...you dare..."

Wu Jiayong wanted to hit Yan Chenqi, but his butt was bleeding profusely and he dared not move.

He is usually a prodigal son. He has no ability and his parents' business is not big. He relies entirely on the Qin family to survive.

So he has a very bad reputation, and the people queuing behind him have already become impatient.

Two of them carried him out directly. "Master Wu, it's getting dark soon. We can't waste any more time. I've called 120 for you. Please wait outside. We still have to continue with the fortune-telling."

Then someone took the initiative to help Yan Chenqi clean the house, and flushed it with water several times before washing away the blood stains.

After Wu Jiayong was carried outside, he called Old Madam Qin.

“Wuwuwuwu…Aunt…Aunt, please save me…I was cut and bled by a goddess stick…Wuwuwuwu…Aunt, I’m going to die…”