Open life and be forced to become a good person

Chapter 212 Price
The fortune teller led Song Yuan around, and walked for about half an hour before reaching a small alley.

Song Yuan raised his eyebrows.

"There is such an alley here?"

"Of course, are you a local?"

"No."

"That's it. Since you are not a local, you naturally don't know these places. Even people who grew up in Hong Kong may not necessarily know about these places."

The fortune teller sneered and walked into the alley first.

It is because everyone doesn't care much about this place, so no matter what happens in this place, no one pays attention to it.

People who live here, even if they want to ask for help, there is nothing they can do.

The moment Song Yuan entered this alley, she felt waves of chill coming from all directions.

It made the hairs on her arms stand up.

I couldn't help shivering.

Song Yuan touched her arm, and she suddenly found that there was some moisture on her arm.

Soon, she felt the water vapor permeating her whole body.

Her coat was a little wet.

"Sir, I feel a little cold."

Song Yuan stopped.

"what happened?"

"I think I'm cold, and I don't want to go any further." Even though he said that, there was no worry or fear on Song Yuan's face.

On the contrary, he was calm and composed.

It's completely different from that lovely and pitiful woman just now.

"But it's coming soon."

The fortune teller said again, he stretched out his finger and pointed to the house not far in front, "Where is my house, as long as you enter my house, it will not be cold, you don't know, this kind of alley has been in disrepair for a long time, some Dirty things are also a normal thing, that's why your body temperature will drop, but you don't have to worry too much, they won't mess around."

At least, before he issued orders, they all kept their own place and would never mess around.

"Is that so-"

Hearing the fortune teller's explanation, Song Yuan nodded and followed him for a while.

Suddenly, just as they were about to step into the house.

Suddenly there was movement in the alley.

The walls started to shake.I even saw an arm protruding from the wall, trying to grab Song Yuan's arm.

"Ah—that's terrible."

Song Yuan screamed and pushed the fortune teller out.

The fortune teller didn't react for a while, and was scratched by these arms.However, it can be seen that this fortune teller is very familiar with these 'things' in the alley.

Because they seemed to feel the breath of the fortune teller, these arms stopped suddenly, then shook their hands at him, and then retracted.

"Sir, are you all right?"

"Do you think I have something to do! I didn't expect that you would push me out?"

This woman looks very pitiful, but this behavior is quite cruel.

"Didn't you say that they won't mess around? Since you are so sure, it means that you know them very well! I thought they wouldn't hurt you!"

They really wouldn't hurt him, but it happened so suddenly that he didn't even realize it, let alone those things.

"Forget it, this matter is over here, you come with me!"

The fortune teller pushed open the door of the house.

The temperature inside is a little higher than the alley.

At least she doesn't have that moisture on her hands.

But it seems a little hot.

"Sir, how are you going to help me?"

"Hush! Don't talk, just follow me."

Song Yuan: "..."

Suddenly I don’t want to follow——

"Ah Feng, you are here."

An old voice suddenly sounded.

"Yes, Mr. Yang, I'm here, and I brought you someone."

"who?"

"A man in need."

"Then come in!"

Ah Feng led Song Yuan into a room.

The room was surrounded by braziers, no wonder it was so hot.

A bony old man sat quietly on the bed.

Seeing them coming in, he turned his head hard.

Song Yuan was a little worried that his head would be broken because of this.

After all, this creaking sound makes people feel uncomfortable.

"Do you need my help?"

"should be."

"What do you want me to do for you?" The old man raised a hand with difficulty, motioning Song Yuan to stand forward!
"As long as it's what I want, can you do it?" Song Yuan asked back.

But she obediently moved forward two steps.

"That depends on what price you are willing to pay! As long as you can pay the price, even if you can bring the dead back to life, I can do it."
"That's it, then if the dead are brought back to life, the price must be very high!"

"Of course, after all, this kind of thing will be counterproductive! Look at my body, it has been destroyed like this. So I have to pay the price to satisfy me."

"Then I want to get a man's love, what price should I pay?"

"A man's love?" The old man sneered, "It's only you women who need such illusory things!"

"This matter is not difficult, as long as you let me sleep overnight!"

"What?" Song Yuan raised his eyebrows, "Your body has become like this, and you still want to sleep with a woman!"

"I can smell you. You haven't had any other men yet. Don't worry. After I use up the price you paid, I will help you realize your wish."

"That's no need." Song Yuan shook his head and refused. "I'm not interested in old people."

"That's such a pity, I thought you would do anything for that man!"

"Although the words are true, it depends on the situation." Song Yuan turned around and was about to leave. "It seems that our negotiation has broken down! Then I will leave first."

"Go? Where do you want to go? Once you enter my door, you can't get out again!"

Song Yuan looked at the fortune teller A Feng.

Ah Feng was indeed displeased.

"Didn't you say it before? As long as you can get Ah Song's love, you can do whatever you want?"

"But I can't sell myself!" Song Yuan's face became even more displeased. "It seems that you are a liar, and you have no skills at all."

"What did you say?"

"I am going home."

"If you want to leave, there is no door."

The fortune teller reached out to grab Song Yuan's arm.

"It's rare that Mr. Yang has taken a fancy to you, so you are obedient."

Song Yuan avoided it flexibly.

He didn't let that Ah Feng touch him.

"Afeng, get out of the way and let me come."

As soon as the old man's voice fell, the fires in the surrounding braziers suddenly burned more vigorously.

"Host, poisonous, hold your breath."

A snow-white pill instantly appeared in Song Yuan's hand.

The old man's eyes changed slightly, and the moment he smelled the elixir, his eyes became more coveted.

(End of this chapter)