The elderly folks like to bring peanuts and melon seeds to his place to chat and have a word with him; they all get along like friends.

Moreover, he doesn't charge much, only 3 or 5 yuan. Sometimes, if they bring a bunch of vegetables or a few eggs, he will waive the fortune-telling fee.

Unexpectedly, the means by which he once made a living became the reason for Miao Yan to attack him.

It must be said that some of his relatives, especially the older folks, disliked him, always feeling that he was getting a huge advantage.

After Miao Yan spoke out, those who disliked him also came forward to testify, further confirming his guilt.

Xie Ming didn't hate those people, after all, he had indeed made money off them back then, but Miao Yan was different; almost all of that money was spent on her.

Sitting on the sofa, Xie Ming ran a hand through his hair, feeling that the identity of "master" was quite suitable for him in this life.

Having made up his mind, he went to the bedroom and started searching for where he had hidden the money; he didn't plan to stay there anymore. So he called the landlord and told him about it.

But when Xie Ming came out with his worn-out backpack, the landlord he had just contacted was already running over.

"Sir, don't rush off, deposit! Deposit!" The young man held 700 yuan in his hand, some in smaller denominations and some in larger denominations, clearly the result of ransacking the entire house.

"Didn't I say I wouldn't use it? After using it for so many years, you're bound to need to repair a lot of things,"

"That's not how it works. Those are just normal wear and tear. Even if you lived here yourself, you'd need to renovate after all these years. So please take them!"

Xie Ming thought about how he used to be so aggressive in his past life and found it quite amusing. He figured that his temper must have been fueled by the smell of excrement and urine back then!

It's a pity he took his anger out on the wrong person.

"No need." After saying that, Xie Ming mischievously used a movement technique even more exquisite than "Lingbo Weibu" to disappear in front of the young landlord.

"Holy crap! I...I'm a master!"

He had encountered a martial arts master. Thinking back to the old man's fortune-telling stall, the young man felt a thousand grass mud horses galloping through his mind.

He missed out on 100 million, he missed out on many billion, and a master lived in his house for almost 10 years without him even noticing.

Xie Ming ignored the people behind him who were pounding their chests in frustration; after all, life is like a play!

Once outside that area, Xie Ming disappeared from the city.

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Thank you for the gifts, everyone! Thank you for your love and support!

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