The first top lady

Longna.

The next day, Song Yice came to Longna Central Square with a small stool and a schoolbag on his back. He walked back and forth in front of the fortune-telling stall at the same location as yesterday, and finally stopped in front of the stall.

The stall owner was a middle-aged man in his fifties, wearing a long black cloth gown, slightly hunched over, with a pair of reading glasses hanging loosely on his nose. He held a broken cattail leaf fan in his hand, and from time to time he would drive away the mosquitoes around him.

Seeing a young man blocking his fortune-telling stall, the stall owner said slowly, "Kid, are you here to tell fortunes?"

"Yes." Song Yice put the bench on the open space next to the stall owner, sat down, took out the tools for divination from his schoolbag, and spread them on the ground in front of him in an orderly manner.

He came here to tell fortunes.

However, he doesn't ask others to tell fortunes for him, but rather, he wants to tell fortunes for others.

The stall owner was shocked when he saw this, and his reading glasses slipped off his nose. "Kid, you are here to steal my business."

"Not necessarily." Song Yice said lightly, "Look at those milk tea shops and fried skewers shops, aren't they all opened together? To attract customers."

"Hey!" The stall owner swatted at the non-existent mosquitoes and said weakly, "There are a lot of twisted theories."

"Old Man, is this your new apprentice?" an old lady with a vegetable basket slung over her shoulder asked as she passed by.

"Oh, no." The stall owner's surname is Man and his name is He. He is a famous fortune teller in the Forbidden City. Everyone is used to calling him Old Man Man.

Man He is just over fifty years old, five or six years younger than Lu Qishan, but he looks much older than Lu Qishan, haggard and tired, and there seems to be no hope for tomorrow in his eyes.

There is a dead feeling of being on the verge of death.

"Young man, are you new here?" The old woman was a native of the Forbidden City. She knew all the half-grown children in the neighborhood, but she found Song Yiche unfamiliar.

"I just came yesterday." Song Yicha shook his tortoise shell and said, "Grandma, do you want to have a divination? My divinations are accurate for eight generations of ancestors and three generations of grandparents and grandchildren."

The old woman said bluntly, "I'm almost dead, why would I care about my eight generations of ancestors or my grandchildren?" She walked away with a basket of food, muttering, "I'll go back and make four dishes and three soups. I'll die a full ghost. My ancestors and grandchildren can't make four dishes and three soups for me."

Song Yice was stunned when he heard this, "No, even old ladies don't believe in fortune-telling these days?"

According to tradition, old ladies should be the group most willing to spend a lot of money on these empty things.

He turned his head and looked at Manhe, with a look of doubt on his face, "Is our industry going to decline?"

Man He smiled bitterly and said, "In the forbidden triangle where hundreds of people can die in one day, few people believe in fate. Instead of spending time on fortune-telling, it's better to eat a few more bites of food while you're still alive."

"What?" Song Yice stood up suddenly, "Then you set up a fortune-telling stall, isn't that misleading me?"

Did you think there was business to be done?

"I was wondering why you are the only fortune teller in the whole Longna. I thought you were the only one doing it, but it turns out that you can't even continue your business." Song Yice originally planned to get a piece of the pie, but now he finds that he has not even a grain of rice.

"I just came out to kill time and see people." Manhe's movement of fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan slowed down, and his eyes dimmed. "I am a lonely man."

Song Yice was pouting in anger, thinking, I have finally come out here, I can't let this be a waste.

He glanced to the side casually, and an idea suddenly flashed through his mind.

Eh? Since other people don't want to have their fortune told, then let the fortune teller tell their fortune.

Manhe didn't know that Song Yice had been thinking about him. When he looked up, he was met with a pair of cunning eyes and a malicious smile that made his heart tremble.

"Huh? What do you want to do?"

"Or, you can be my only customer." Song Yice looked at the middle-aged stall owner with a smile.

Manhe was a fortune teller after all, and he couldn't trust the young Song Yice. "If you want to make money, come, I'll give you two dollars, you can buy some candy." As he said that, he took out two coins from the pocket of his trousers under his long gown and wanted to give them to Song Yice, just as if he was teasing the child.

Song Yice took the two dollars without hesitation and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely calculate it for you after I take the money."

He only used the money as fortune-telling fee.

Manhe ignored him and let him squat on the ground fiddling with the tools for divination.

When Song Yichen was analyzing the divination, he kept staring into the distance absent-mindedly, not knowing what he was thinking.

It was obvious that he was worried.

"Sure enough!" Song Yice shouted and stood up, laughing wildly, "I am the genius fortune teller." Then he suddenly retracted his gaze, turned his head and looked at Manhe, and said decisively, "You are not alone!"

Manhe's eyes moved slightly, and he retracted his gaze to look at Song Yice, with no change in his expression.

"I told you, how could you be alone?" Song Yice kept on talking, "As soon as I saw your face, I knew you would enjoy the happiness of family in the future."

Man He moved the corners of his mouth bitterly and said slowly: "Child, you are still too inexperienced. But it doesn't matter if you made a mistake. Just study hard in the future."

"Why do you look down on me?" Song Yice muttered unhappily, sat back on the bench, and asked indifferently, "You don't care about your daughter anymore?"

"My daughter..." Tears suddenly welled up in Manhe's eyes. He covered his face with his hands and twitched. It was unclear whether he was crying or laughing. "My daughter has long been..."

Before he could even utter the word "dead", he suddenly realized what was happening and asked, "You mean, my daughter is still alive?"

Song Yice raised his eyelids lazily and looked at him as a response.

Now it was Manhe who came to him anxiously, wanting to get a definite answer from him.

"Is she still alive?" Manhe squatted in front of Song Yice, tears streaming down his face. "My wife despised me for being incompetent and ran away with my daughter. It took me seven years to find her in Country H, but she had already married someone else and told me that my daughter was dead. I, what's the point of living? But I..."

"But you attempted suicide three times, and were rescued by your neighbors each time." Song Yice stated like a machine, his voice devoid of emotion or intonation.

"Alas! Since I can't die, I can only wait for death." Manhe slowly lowered his head, then suddenly raised his head and asked, "Can you calculate these?"

He could even calculate whether he had committed suicide, how many times he had committed suicide, and who rescued him, which shows that Song Yice's ability is really not weak.

Song Yice smiled twice, and then the corners of his mouth immediately drooped.

"Then can you figure out where she is now? Is she doing well?" Man He's eyes lit up instantly, full of anticipation. "Actually, I've calculated it before. I've never seen my daughter's body, so I refused to believe that she was gone. But I can't figure it out, I can't figure it out..."

Gradually, he had no choice but to accept it.

Song Yice felt sorry for his half-human, half-ghost appearance, and sighed at his fate. He said, "The hexagram is right there, you can interpret it yourself." He immediately concluded, "But you can't interpret it. Forget it, I'll tell you."

Manhe was anxious and had no intention of interpreting the hexagram. He couldn't even bear to look at it, "Then where is she?"

"...Uh..." Song Yice counted on his fingers and said awkwardly, "I can't say."

"Why?" Manhe's eyes suddenly widened, and his round eyeballs looked particularly abrupt and scary on his dry and thin face.

"You are also in this line of work," Song Yice said calmly, "You should know that some secrets cannot be revealed."

"But..." Man He was in a dilemma. He knew the consequences of leaking the secret, but for the sake of his daughter, he was willing to bear any punishment. He said firmly, "I will bear all the consequences!"

Song Yice was speechless for a moment, "No, brother, I'm telling you it's my karma. If you want to change the karma, you have to tell God, what's the point of telling me?"

Seeing Manhe was about to stand up and approach, he quickly stepped back, crossed his arms, and said without allowing any rebuttal: "Don't delay my longevity!"

Man He looked at him in silence for a long time, then sighed heavily, "It's my fault that I'm not skilled enough to interpret your hexagram."

If he could solve it, there would be no need to embarrass Song Yice.

He turned around with difficulty and prepared to leave with heavy steps.

I didn't take anything.

After taking two steps, he turned back before even leaving Song Yice's fortune-telling stall.

He took out the remaining money from his pocket and gave it all to Song Yice, saying in a hoarse voice: "Thank you again today."

Song Yice held the crumpled banknotes and cold coins, feeling a little soft-hearted, and shouted at the decadent and old figure: "Hey! Although I can't tell you the exact location, I still want to tell you that you should stay in the Forbidden City, because she will come to the Forbidden City in the future."

Manhe looked back, tears welling up in his eyes, "Thank you!"

Song Yice put the money in his pocket, tilted his head, and said with a smile: "You're welcome."

He took the money.