Chapter 110

Will you die on the stage if you sign up?

Everyone's eyes widened in shock.

The originally cheerful atmosphere disappeared in an instant.

Xu Yougong also broke out in a cold sweat.

If anyone else dared to say to his face that he would die on the stage, he would have punched him.

But... this person was Master Chu who had just predicted everything.

"Master... Master, will you die... die on the stage

if you sign up? What does that mean?" Chu Yueqing counted on his fingers to be on the safe side, and this time he really found the reason.

"Your horoscope shows heavy earth burying gold. Xin metal is extremely weak, and the wet earth is heavy. You must have a serious problem with your lungs. It is very likely cancer. You need to go to the hospital for a check-up as soon as possible. Do not force yourself to go on stage, otherwise you will die suddenly from illness on stage."

Just as he finished speaking, he heard a slight gasp from the people present.

"Master, are you sure?"

"That's right, brother looks healthy and has a rosy complexion, how can

he be sick?" "Cancer is a serious disease, don't just talk nonsense."

Xu Yougong looked left and right, even raised his hands and clenched his fists, but he didn't feel any discomfort in his body, so he asked, "Master Chu, could you really be wrong? I have been practicing since I was a child, and I have never stopped. I don't know how healthy I am. I don't feel cold even if I wear a piece of clothing in winter, and I have never caught a cold all year round."

How could he get cancer if he was so healthy?

Chu Yue shook his head: "My divination can't be wrong."

A sarcastic laugh came from the side.

Murong Shan snorted coldly: "At first I thought you had some ability, but it turns out you are just making random calculations."

Yu Jiqing held up the microphone and said, "Master Murong, do you have any different opinions?"

Murong Shan looked at Xu Yougong's face with a calm look in his eyes. "From Mr. Xu's face, it can be seen that he will definitely live to 50 years old, regardless of the distance. There is no sign of sudden death, but you calculated that he had cancer."

He sneered, "What a bad luck."

One of them predicted sudden death, and

the other predicted that he could live to 50 years old.

Yu Jiqing was confused holding the microphone, "How can the fortune-telling results of the same person be so different?"

He quickly took the microphone to ask Zhang Shikai and Guang Deye, "What do you think?"

Zhang Shikai looked at Xu Yougong's face and agreed with Murong Shan's statement, "Mr. Xu does not have a face that will make him short-lived."

Guang Deye's body had not recovered yet. He was already feeling uncomfortable and was dragged to not finish the recording. He was impetuous and angry.

He took a look and sneered, "The life span is not high, but it is definitely not to the point of premature death. Young women who are so poor at learning must not report the name of the master. He should not be embarrassed like this."

None of the three masters recognized Chu Yueqing's fortune-telling results.

For a long time.

A citizen raised his hand and squeezed out of the crowd. "I am a doctor at Kowloon Hospital. From a purely medical point of view, the lungs are the most silent organ in the body. If there is a disease, people usually don't feel abnormal. By the time it is discovered, it is already in the late stage of lung cancer."

"In fact, I think whether it is true or not, Mr. Xu can go to the hospital for a check-up."

Xu Yougong thought about it and decided to go. He stood up and said, "The registration time is in the afternoon. Anyway, I haven't had a physical examination for a long time. Just take it as an opportunity to understand my physical condition in advance."

He thought clearly.

Now there are nearly six hours before the registration time, which is enough time for him to go to the hospital for a check-up.

When Yu Jiqing heard that Xu Yougong was going to do an examination, his eyes lit up: "Mr. Xu, can I have a photographer follow you?"

Xu Yougong looked at the four photographers carrying cameras beside him and nodded without hesitation: "Sure."

"Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Xu." After saying that, Yu Jiqing asked the photographer to follow quickly.

After Xu Yougong disappeared behind the bell tower, Yu Jiqing grabbed the microphone and asked Murong Shan excitedly, "Master Murong, if Master Chu really predicted that Mr. Xu had lung disease, doesn't that mean that Master Chu can not only predict the past and future, but also what is about to happen now?"

Murong Shan glanced at Chu Yueqing.

Chu Yueqing was in good spirits, not caring about the eyes and comments of the people around her at all. She leisurely picked up the teacup to drink tea, then put it down and continued reading the comic book.

Murong Shan sneered: "Predicted it? Absolutely impossible."

His tone was decisive, full of mockery and contempt.

"In all my years in the world of Xuanshu, I have never heard of anyone who can calculate something that is about to happen. It's more like a trick to deceive people."

"Ha...haha." Yu Jiqing didn't expect Murong Shan to speak so directly. He smiled awkwardly and ended the topic appropriately.

Everyone was waiting for the next guest to arrive.

Another ten minutes passed, and no one showed up.

Yu Jiqing sighed slightly. Sure enough, the price of ten thousand yuan was too high.

Before the result of Xu Yougong's matter came out, it would be difficult for a second person to come.

Yu Jiqing raised her eyes again to look at the girl who was leisurely drinking tea and reading comic books.

The camera followed the host's gaze to capture it.

The golden sunlight sprinkled on the girl's pretty face. Unlike the masters who wore majestic Taoist robes, she wore a simple brown woolen jacket with white straight pants. Her long hair was lazily tied behind her head. She was dressed very neatly.

When an uncle walked by with candied haws on his back, she was able to temporarily pull her thoughts out of the comic book, spend ten yuan to buy a string of hawthorn candied haws, and then continue reading.

Yu Jiqing wiped the sweat off his face.

If you don't record enough gossip, you will be canceled if you don't appear on the show often enough.

Master Chu, you are really not in a hurry.

It was at this time.

An anxious voice came from behind the bell tower.

"Master, is there a master here?"

Everyone looked and saw a woman in her thirties running over from behind the bell tower with a child on her back.

The woman's hair was disheveled, her eyes were lifeless, and her oval face was full of haggardness. The child closed his eyes and seemed to be shaking with powerlessness.

She first came to Guang Deye's stall and said in a panic: "Master, can you take a look at what happened to my son?"

Guang Deye saw at a glance that the child behind the woman was possessed by an evil spirit. He was barely able to tell fortunes after being attacked by the evil spirit, so where did he get the extra energy to get rid of the evil spirit?

He waved his hands impatiently, "We have finished fortune-telling today, let's go."

The woman was rejected, but she went to the second stall without getting discouraged. She asked Murong Shan with hope in her eyes, "Master, can you help me?"

Murong Shan looked at the child and said, "You can, but the price is higher than fortune-telling, it will cost 20,000."

The woman held the child's butt with one hand and hurriedly took out money from her back pocket, "I... I have 9,000, is it okay?"

Before Murong Shan could say anything,

his apprentice Zhuo Cong came out with a sword in both hands to drive him away, "Go away, 9,000 yuan can't even offset the cause and effect, how can my master help me?"

The woman had no choice but to go to the next stall, but she didn't even open her mouth.

Zhang Shikai also refused mercilessly: "Nine thousand is really not enough, too little is against the rules."

If he helped the woman to look after the child, wouldn't the customers who came to him in the future ask for less money?

What's more, he was still recording the program, and everyone in Hong Kong would see it in the future. What if his previous customers came to trouble him?

Seeing that she was rejected, the woman's eyes were dull and she was immediately discouraged. She was exhausted and held the child from behind and sat on the ground.

Everyone looked at the silent woman and sighed. One of the doctors looked at the unconscious child and advised.

"Miss, what's wrong with the little mosquito (child)?"

After a long time, the people present gradually heard the woman's suppressed crying. It was released little by little, like a drowning person who couldn't catch a floating log for help and was filled with despair.

Guan Yuanxiang looked at her son who was like a vegetative state, and said with heartache: "The child suddenly fell into a coma a month ago and couldn't be awakened no matter what."

The doctor said anxiously: "It's been a month, why didn't you rush to the hospital?"

Guan Yuanxiang shook her head in despair, "I went to all the big hospitals in Hong Kong and spent a lot of money, but the doctors couldn't help. I heard from a friend that the clock tower was recording a fortune-telling program, and the guests were all famous masters in Hong Kong, so I thought of coming here to give it a try."

If possible.

She didn't want to believe in illusory superstitions. She also learned physics and science since she was a child.

When her child fell seriously ill for no apparent reason and was in vain after visiting many hospitals, she looked at the child who had not woken up for a month and changed her mind.

No matter if it was a god, a ghost, a demon, or a monster; whether it wanted her life or wanted her to be a slave.

As long as the child could wake up, she was willing to pay any price.

She held the child and trembled, tears fell on the concrete floor, and she knocked her head deeply on the concrete floor.

"The child is sick, and his father left without caring about us. We have spent all our savings on curing the disease, and the 9,000 yuan is the last money we have from selling the electrical appliances in the rental house."

"Please, the child is still breathing as if he is sleeping, how can I bear to give up on him."

"Can I owe you the money first? I promise I will find a way, please give it a try, masters."

Murong Shan has already signaled Yu Jiqing to lead people to clear the scene, and the other two masters are indifferent.

They have encountered too many such situations. Yu Jiqing

had no other choice, so he called the cameraman to take the mother and child aside, and said in embarrassment, "Miss, please accept my condolences. We are still recording the program. Please don't stand in front of the stall."

Guan Yuanxiang sobbed, her whole body paralyzed as she struggled to get up while holding the child. How could a woman who had carried a seven-year-old child for a long distance stand up immediately?

The next moment.

Guan Yuanxiang felt her arms lighten, and her struggling action suddenly stopped.

Everyone saw that the girl who was reading the comic book put down the book, rewrapped the unfinished candied haws with paper, stretched her waist, hammered the back of her neck, and stood up.

Then -

she walked to Guan Yuanxiang and picked up the unconscious child.

Although they both have the same slim figure, they seem to have infinite strength.

Put the child flat on the table.

Chu Yueqing put the teacup that was bothering her on the ground again, looked at Guan Yuanxiang who was in a daze not far away, and tilted her head.

Puzzled.

"Aren't you coming yet?"