In my early years, I learned from my master. Besides being able to predict the future, I also know some special techniques, such as making a small doll.
"Otherwise, you could give the old man some money, and he'll do the work for you without anyone knowing, and take care of your father's killer."
Jiang Qiaoqiao squinted at the thin old man, and for a moment, she couldn't see him clearly.
You might say this old man was timid, but not only did he dare to rob a tomb, he also dared to use supernatural powers to fool her under such circumstances.
But you could say he's brave. Not only was he terrified when he saw the two murderers, Jiang Jiahua and Jiang Yong'an, but when he faced Huo Beixiao, Huo Beixiao only had to scare him a little before he would tell him everything.
Before Jiang Qiaoqiao could speak, the gaunt old man chuckled and said, "Young friend, don't look at me like that. Someone as unusual as you is a bit creepy to look at."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Qiaoqiao looked at Huang Banxian with a hint of shock in her eyes.
Could it be that this fortune teller Huang really has some real skills, and he could tell that she was reborn?
Before she could think it through, she heard the old man smack his lips and say:
"The old man just gave all his money to your mother yesterday, so he has no money to buy alcohol. He's really suffering from this craving for alcohol, so he just wanted to scam a little money to buy some drinks, hehe!"
After Huang Banxian finished speaking, he nudged Huo Beixiao again, "Kid, if you said you'd cover all the old man's drinks from now on, does that still stand?"
"It's a deal." Huo Beixiao replied expressionlessly, "Come with me to the city later, and I'll buy it for you. In the future, when you finish your wine, just go to the gatekeeper at the cement factory to pick it up; I'll leave it there for you."
"Alright!" Huang Banxian replied with a beaming smile, even appearing somewhat excited and dancing around, completely unlike a Taoist with real skills and an air of otherworldly grace.
Jiang Qiaoqiao relaxed her slightly furrowed brows. Perhaps she was overthinking things. Huang Banxian's words just now were not about her rebirth.
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