Chapter 85

The young man was in his twenties, with a fair and pleasing appearance, wearing a blue polo shirt and a baseball cap. His face

was covered with bruises and purples. He rolled his round balls on the wounds, groaning as he did so.

"Master, you really have to save me, or I'll die."

The neighbors laughed.

"How unlucky are you? Tell me about it?"

"Is it too exaggerated to say that I'll die if I'm unlucky?"

He Wenbin shook his head and sighed, "Uncles and aunts, you don't know, I've never been as unlucky as I am in more than 20 years."

He rolled his balls as he spoke, trying to smooth out the wounds.

"The day before yesterday, I almost choked to death while drinking water. A small sip of water almost cost me half my life. The day before yesterday, I was almost crushed to death by a telephone pole in front of the community when I was walking. The repairman said that the telephone poles have always been maintained on a regular basis. There is no reason for them to fall down today after the maintenance yesterday."

"And more, and more." He Wenbin became more and more excited as he spoke. He wanted to stand up with the egg in his hand, but the old lady behind him pressed his shoulder and he sat back down obediently.

"I was sleeping, and I almost got suffocated by the pillow. Fortunately, my sister sleepwalked into my room and slapped the pillow."

He Wenbin stopped spinning his eggs and stroked his face, his voice muffled and a little aggrieved: "But, usually, the slap is on my face."

In the past, my sister would sleepwalk into the room and slap him in

the face every night. When he woke up completely, my sister would walk back to the room with her eyes half closed. He Wenbin was angry and anxious with my sister, and even tried to lock the door in the middle of the night, but in the end he was broken by a kitchen knife.

Now, he hopes that my sister will sleepwalk into the room and slap him in the face.

If it weren't for my sister, he would have been suffocated by the pillow that night.

Chu Yueqing saw He Wenbin hanging his head in despair, with a faint black aura on the shoulders of his polo shirt, and asked for his birth date.

"Your family is wealthy, you have an older sister, and your parents are in good health. You have a lot of romantic relationships, and you have dated four girls since you were eighteen, but because of the romantic relationships, the relationships ended in failure."

As Chu Yueqing spoke, He Wenbin looked lonely and depressed, and used an egg to iron the wound.

"If you fail in love, you will succeed in your career. Your career will be good in the next two years. The fortune shows that the side income is stronger than the regular income. Side income represents an unexpected large income, while regular income generally represents income earned through hard work, such as salary. You should be in the start-up phase of your business, right?"

Hearing about the topic of career, He Wenbin became excited again and nodded frantically, "The master is right, I am indeed in the start-up phase of my business, just starting out."

Chu Yueqing smiled, "Work hard and seize the opportunities in the next two years."

He Wenbin's eyes lit up. Wasn't the master's words a naked hint to him that his career would be successful? He was about to grin, but the pain at the corner of his mouth brought him back to reality.

"Ouch, ouch." He Wenbin rubbed the bruises on the corners of his mouth with his balls, "Master, look at the bruises all over my face, they were caused by golf balls. If this continues, I'm worried that I won't be able to make it to the day of success in my career."

So.

He Wenbin bought a lawn in Yau Tsim Mong District to build a golf course, but for some reason, every time he passed by the course, he would be hit accurately by the golf ball in mid-air. Unfortunately, the person he played with was a customer, and the course was his own, so he had no way to ask for compensation, so he had to bear it.

"But, every time he passed by, he accidentally hit me, isn't that too much?" He Wenbin became more and more angry, rubbing his balls a little harder, and grimaced in pain.

"I don't dare to show up at the stadium now."

There are more than one or two unlucky things.

Weird, really too weird.

The neighbors have been exposed to many supernatural events with Chu Yueqing, and their sense of smell is quite sharp.

"Don't say it, it's really unlucky."

He Wenbin collapsed, "It's really unlucky."

"Don't worry, young people just can't keep their temper."

The older neighbor comforted him.

"Why don't you think carefully about whether you have done anything to offend people?"

"For example, stealing the food offerings at someone's grave, or peeing on someone's grave?"

He Wenbin immediately denied: "Uncles and aunts, I would never do such a vulgar, immoral, and shameless thing."

"Oh?" A faint voice came from the side.

Chu Yueqing looked at the faint black air surrounding He Wenbin's shoulders and smiled, "Think about it carefully."

She did not forget to give a reminder.

"Just three months ago."

Seeing that the master had spoken, He Wenbin thought about it seriously. The more he rubbed his eggs, the more anxious he became. "Master, I was busy repairing the golf course three months ago. Not to mention a grave, I didn't even see a human skull."

"Really." He Wenbin swore solemnly, "I swear on my father's head. If it's false, he will die."

"It didn't say it was a grave." Chu Yue's slender fingers tapped lightly on the table. "Three months ago, when you passed by the lawn, did you do something?"

He Wenbin tried to think about it, and he really remembered, "Oh, Master can even calculate this? At that time, I went to the lawn after dinner with the workers. Not long after

, I felt the urge to pee." "I kept looking, and then I went to pee on the edge of the lawn."

"But, apart from this, I haven't done anything else that is unforgivable." He Wenbin was really puzzled, "Could it be that peeing is related to bad luck?"

Chu Yueqing counted on her fingers and asked, "What else did you encounter at that time?"

"I met a child at that time." He Wenbin gestured with an egg to describe, "Wearing a yellow furry jacket, a small melon-skin hat, and black eyes that were very bright."

He Wenbin still remembers the scene that night.

The child stood next to him and pulled his pants.

He Wenbin was peeing at the time and glanced at the child. The little face under the small melon-skin hat was very white. He pointed at the yellow mouse and tilted his head to ask.

"Uncle, do you think I look like a human?"

The childish voice was thin, just like a five or six-year-old child.

He Wenbin laughed, "Why call me uncle? Call me brother!"

"Okay." The child felt a little wronged and changed his words, "Brother, do you think I look like a human?"

He Wenbin didn't know what the child was holding on to. He was a human, so why should he look like a human? He shook his pee zipper, "What's good about looking like a human?"

The child said aggrievedly, "If you look like a human, you can be a human."

In the past, He Wenbin would have finished peeing and slipped away. Maybe it was because it was late at night, or maybe it was because watching the venue for several days was too tiring, so he said something clever.

"What's good about being a human? It's better to be a pile of shit. Once the toilet is flushed into the sewer, it disappears and you feel relaxed."

The story ended.

The audience was silent.

Ashanpo, who was several dozen years older than him, realized that something was wrong. "Grandma once told me a story about a weasel asking for a seal of honor. When the weasel becomes a human, it will ask passers-by for a seal of honor, and it will gain merit." The

older neighbors immediately raised their hands, "I've also heard about a weasel asking for a seal of honor. The description of its appearance is the same as Mr. He's. If it fails to ask for a seal of honor, the weasel will also ask for a debt from the person who caused it to fail."

"Yes, I heard that not only this generation will be harmed, but also the next generation."

He Wenbin trembled more and more as he listened, and looked at Chu Yueqing, "Master, it's really a weasel?"

Chu Yueqing smelled the faint weasel odor on He Wenbin, waved his hand, and sighed helplessly: "What do you think?"

He Wenbin wanted to cry, "Master, I still have something I haven't said yet."

"What is it? If you want help from you, be honest!" A Shanpo grabbed the peach wood comb and threatened.

"It's just that when I was a child... the weasel escaped from in front of me, so... so..." He Wenbin's face turned pale. "

I peed on its face."

God knows, when the weasel saw someone running out excitedly to ask for a seal, it was peed on the face.

How confused it was.