Pendulum: I'm a knife seller on credit, and I'm looking for Ah Cha to collect the debt.

However, when Song Yuan and his companions arrived, they found that there were already many people waiting on the open space.

Seeing Song Yuan and his group coming over, the Taoist priests looked in Song Yuan's direction in confusion, then turned to stare at the housekeeper and asked in unison:

"Why are there so many ordinary people here? What are they doing here?"

"Professional matters should be left to us professionals. Ordinary people are all scammers at first glance."

"That's right, the rich man can just invite us, there's no need to invite anyone else."

"We are from Zhengyi. Do you understand what Zhengyi means? Look at what our boss is wearing. This is a purple robe. There are less than 3000 people in the entire Dragon Kingdom."

……

Song Yuan said leisurely, "You've said too much. There are less than 30 people wearing purple robes in the entire Dragon Kingdom. Where did 3000 people come from?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man in the purple robe turned around and looked at Song Yuan fiercely: "Who are you? You know shit."

Song Yuan said with a playful smile: "Yes, yes, just keep your current posture. In three seconds, something good will fall from the sky for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, a pile of bird droppings fell on the face of the young man in purple robe.

The guy who pooped bird shit might have not been eating well recently. The bird shit was watery and some of it almost went into the mouth of the guy in purple robe.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

The purple-robed guy screamed in fright.

While covering his face, he pointed at Song Yuan and said, "That's the bird you raised. Just wait for me!"

The Taoists standing around him frantically found wet tissues and wiped the purple-robed young man, looking very embarrassed after all the hassle.

"What does it have to do with me?" Song Yuan rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Brother, you are really good at fortune-telling," a tall boy with a ponytail, a white baseball cap and sportswear came over.

"Wudang King, huh?" Song Yuan recognized him the moment he saw him. Not to mention, he looked exactly like the one in the TV series. "Didn't you fail and be nailed to the pillar of shame?"

Wang was also anxious, and almost stepped forward to cover Song Yuan's mouth: "Keep your voice down, how do you know me?"

Song Yuan smiled, and Wang coughed. "You've seen the Jianghu Flower Card Order. This rich man is not a good person. I was the first one to find out there was something wrong with his house. I was the first one to find out there was something wrong with him. I was the first one to try to help him solve this problem..."

At this point, Wang Ye coughed. "Even though I'm not very skilled, and even though I failed, he can't just nail me to the pillar of shame, right? Don't you think he... was too much?"

Song Yuan nodded seriously, "It's indeed excessive. So you're here now to avenge your previous humiliation?"

Wang Ye nodded. "Of course. I'm here again this time in disguise, using a false name. If I succeed, I'll avenge my previous humiliation. Brother, you're quite good at calculating, so you should know that this house isn't simple, right?"

After talking about avenging the previous shame, the next step was to test the waters.

Song Yuan didn't say anything. He glanced at the crowd and locked onto a target: "It seems that the guy wearing sunglasses has the same idea as you."

"Sunglasses?" Wang was curious.

"Zhuge Qing," Song Yuan directly said the other person's name. Zhuge Qing, who was eavesdropping on gossip with Tingfengyin in the distance, changed his expression. Song Yuan didn't care about him at all, and looked at Wang Ye next to him: "You don't know him?"

Wang Ye shook his head like a rattle. "I don't know him, but I've heard of him. He's a star descendant of the Zhuge family, and he's been nailed to the pillar of shame just like me. Let me tell you, the Zhuge family is almost laughed to death in our industry."

Zhuge Qing: ...You don't have to laugh so happily.

"You haven't seen him?" Song Yuan narrowed his eyes. It seemed that Wang Ye didn't know Zhuge Qing now, and Zhuge Qing didn't know Wang Ye's Fenghou Qimen, which meant that the Luotian Dajiao had not been opened.

"No, I haven't seen you before, but you know me. Brother, what's your name?" Wang Ye looked at Song Yuan seriously.

Song Yuan gave his name and occupation.

"Knife seller?" Wang Ye looked at Song Yuan curiously. "I've heard that there's a kind of person who gives out knives to others in times of crisis, along with a prophecy. When the prophecy comes true, they'll collect the knife. I guess they're talking about you, right?"

Song Yuan nodded: "That's right."

Zhao Li listened silently for a long time, thinking that the man with a ponytail in front of him was Song Yuan's client. He didn't expect that they didn't know each other at all. "You are so happy chatting, I thought he was your client."

"Maybe in the future." Song Yuan looked at Wang Ye with a smile: "Want to do business with me?"

Wang Ye suddenly felt as if he had been seen through.

The Fenghou Qimen he learned could keep Wang Ye in a lucky position. He subconsciously mobilized his skills, but even so, Wang Ye had a feeling that he was seen through.

All he heard was Song Yuan on the other side saying directly: "Do business with me, I can give you a prediction that is 100% true, which is better than asking Neijing directly. After all, your Neijing has to pay a price."

Wang Ye was shocked: "But I'm doing business with you, and you won't charge a price?"

"Take it." Song Yuan said as a matter of course: "But at least you can afford my price."

"I, I don't have anything to ask now. As for the future... I'm a Buddhist anyway. I won't do this business." Wang was looked at by Song Yuan and stuttered.

"You'll need me one day," Song Yuan handed Wang Ye his business card, which had his name, address, and phone number on it. "Maybe we'll meet someday."

What this knife seller said was basically true.

The king did not suspect anything.

While they were chatting, Zhuge Qing stared at Song Yuan.

Damn it.

That’s the legendary knife seller on credit.

What a rare profession!

When Zhuge Wuhou borrowed his life from heaven, he seemed to have come into contact with the knife seller on credit.

More and more strange people gathered in the open space. Zhao Li looked around and felt inexplicably satisfied. "It seems that we soul ferrymen are still quite busy. Even though we have been nailed to the pillar of shame, we have no intention of doing it again."

"This jurisdiction belongs to Hua Mulan, right?" Song Yuan glanced at Zhao Li. The two of them spoke without any reservations and everyone could hear them.

It’s just that the liars and incompetent people don’t take Zhao Li seriously.

However, Wang Ye looked at Zhao Li twice more and felt that something was wrong: "You... the official name should be Black and White Impermanence, right?"

"That's what you say," Zhao Li corrected, "My real name is Soul Ferryman."