The Metaphysical Little Beggar's Rebirth: I'm an Unlucky Star

Now that she'd lost her job, finding a new one was incredibly difficult given her luck. Add to that Jiang's mother's interference and suppression, and she had no hope of finding a job. But if she didn't find a job, she'd soon starve to death. So Shu Wanwan decided—to return to her old job!

Begging? Of course not. She is no longer the little beggar Shu Wanwan who can do nothing but beg. She has learned many skills from Old Man Shu.

Yes, it was a fortune-telling stall. She opened her phone and searched how much a fortune-telling session would cost. Suddenly, a variety of fortune-telling ads appeared on her phone. She clicked on one at random and started asking.

"One hundred thousand?" Shu Wanwan looked at the words on the phone screen and couldn't help but question it. Why is it so expensive?

Back when she and Old Man Shu were setting up shop, they only charged two copper coins for ordinary weddings and funerals. Later, she and Old Man Shu returned to the Taoist temple and began more systematic study, even exorcising ghosts for only fifty silver coins. Didn't she understand that money was vastly different now than it was then? Was this 100,000 yuan really 100,000 silver coins?

Shu Wanwan wondered, could it be that the masters of this era are more powerful, hence the high prices? Are there simply more exceptional individuals in this era? So how much should she charge? If she charged a hundred thousand, surely no one would come to count. So, based on that calculation, she'd probably charge two thousand.

Shu Wanwan immediately went to work, buying a white cloth, a brush, a small stool, copper coins, a compass, and a bowl? She didn't need a bowl. Payment codes were already a thing these days. Then she drew another payment code—yes, a payment code. Although she hadn't regained her pre-rebirth spiritual power, she had practiced Taoism for so long that she had a photographic memory and could replicate everything she had seen. This was how she'd been doing when she'd been learning to draw talismans from Old Man Shu. After returning to the Taoist temple, many of her fellow disciples envied her.

The phone dinged, "OK, the code was scanned successfully." It was done, and Shu Wanwan smiled happily. I'll be setting up the stall tomorrow!

The next morning, in the small square in front of the garden downstairs in the community, Shu Wanwan rented a house in an old community. Such communities also have their own unique charm. At this time, there are quite a few people doing morning exercises, buying groceries, playing chess and poker, and it is very humane. Shu Wanwan put down the small stool and sat on it, and began to put her things in place.

Many people were attracted by Shu Wanwan's actions and looked over. Soon, many people gathered around Shu Wanwan.

"What is this little girl doing?"

An old lady with curly hair, well-groomed, looked over curiously. "Fortune-telling, one divination for one matter, three divinations a day, two thousand per divination, no one is allowed to ask for money." The old lady murmured to herself, reading the words on the white cloth, her face gradually becoming puzzled. "Is this a fortune-teller?"

Several elderly people gathered together and whispered, "This little girl looks so young, but she came here to cheat the old people out of their money."

"I know this girl. She seems to be a new tenant in this building. She just moved in a while ago."

"But it says you can't ask for money. Why don't we try it? Anyway, you can't ask for money."

"Don't try it, don't try it. People nowadays have plenty of ways to take money from you." An old man grabbed the sleeve of another old man who was a little moved. The old man who was originally a little moved also looked at Shu Wanwan cautiously.

Shu Wanwan sat there quietly without blushing or beating her heart. It didn't matter. She was not in a hurry anyway. The right person would come to her naturally.

Before her rebirth, Shu Wanwan was a lively girl. If it were before her rebirth, she might have shouted, "Fortune telling is allowed without money." But at that time, it was because Old Man Shu was there, and the neighbors all believed in him. Although Shu Wanwan was the one telling fortunes later, Old Man Shu felt at ease when he was around.

But Shu Wanwan couldn't yell now, because she was the only one there. She had to be steady, steady, and steady again! Like Old Man Shu! Only then would people believe her, trust her, and come to her for fortune-telling.

"How about I put on a mustache tomorrow?"

Shu Wanwan had a lot of strange thoughts in her mind, but her face remained unchanged. She quietly waited for the first destined person to arrive.

"Little girl, you really don't want money?"

Shu Wanwan looked up and saw a disheveled woman who looked to be about 40 years old. Her hair was combed but it seemed as if it was not combed at all. It was casually thrown back. Her clothes were also dirty and it looked like she had no time to clean them.

Shu Wanwan smiled slightly and said, "Yes, you are not allowed to ask for money."

The woman's eyes were slightly red. "Little girl, can you help me take a look?"

"Okay," Shu Wanwan continued without waiting for the woman to speak, "Just write the eight characters here." Shu Wanwan took out a small notebook from her bag, tore off a piece of paper and handed it to the woman.

The woman took the paper and wrote down her birth chart. Shu Wanwan saw the birth chart written by the woman, quickly calculated with her hands, and said lightly, "I've looked at your birth chart. You're not asking about yourself, are you asking about your son? Your son just had his birthday two months ago and then disappeared mysteriously. This is what you want to ask about now, right?" Shu Wanwan looked up at the woman, and the woman's tears suddenly flowed out.

"Yes, Master, what I want to ask is about my son. My son is missing. Can you help me find him?" The woman said sadly, wiping the tears from her eyes. Her eyes were fixed on Shu Wanwan.

"Besides these, I've also figured out some other things. Based on your face, I've observed your Children's Palace and suggest you'll have more than one child. Instead, you'll have a son and a daughter, twins. However, the girl died at the age of six in a fire, and your son went missing, which is related to your daughter's death."

"What? About my daughter?"

The haggard-looking woman is called Deng Qi. She and her husband Zhang Hui are childhood sweethearts. They graduated from their hometown together and got married after graduating from university. She became pregnant a year after her marriage and gave birth to a child after ten months of pregnancy. Their life is considered happy.

But she did not indulge in the warmth of her family for a long time. Deng Qi was a career-oriented woman and her career was on the rise. After the confinement period, she hired a nanny to take care of her child and continued to work without stopping. She soon devoted herself to her work.

Until the sixth year, the impetuous Deng Qi was almost knocked down by an unexpected event.

That day was Saturday. The nanny works from Monday to Friday and it happened to be a day off. Deng Qi was suddenly notified to go back to the company to work overtime. Fortunately, Deng Qi's husband Zhang Hui was at home. After saying goodbye to Deng Qi, Zhang Hui cooked for Deng Qi and the children at home. When he went out to buy salt, there were still pork ribs stewing in the pot. When Zhang Hui went out, he was afraid that his daughter at home would go out alone, so he turned on the child safety lock.

Unfortunately, the soup in the pot dried up over time, and the bottom of the pot burned off. Soon, the fire spread to the kitchen and eventually to the room. The little girl was still asleep. When she woke up, the room was filled with smoke. She didn't know how to escape. The door was full of dancing flames, and she hid under the bed in fear. Deng Qi's daughter, Zhang Miaomiao, died at home, not from burns but from suffocation in the thick smoke. Deng Qi's son, however, was away from home because he was attending a children's taekwondo class.