As promised, Xiao Xianrou, will you play the suona in the haunted house?

Chapter 17 Master?It's broken. He really pretended to do it.
"Xunlong dianxue? Can you be any more outrageous~"

"Village Chief: I just looked at the graves and looked for the dragon's cave. I was almost fooled by you."

"No, you know how to read Feng Shui? How many underworld skills do you have on weekends?"

"There's something wrong with me over the weekend. These skills I know have a bit of underworld style."

"One-stop service for funerals, right? You won't miss anything by watching the tombs and playing the suona~"

"It makes me laugh so hard. I work on the underworld all day long on weekends. Let's do some stuff on the earth sometime!"

Netizens in the live broadcast room were also caught off guard by the weekend's answer.

"Just look at the grave. Why are you making all these fancy claims?"

The village chief muttered something and led everyone to the victim's house.

"Uncle the village chief is here!"

As soon as they arrived at the mourning hall, a middle-aged man wearing sackcloth and mourning hurriedly came up to greet him.

"Well, isn't there a shortage of manpower in the kitchen? I'll bring a few people over to help."

The village chief pointed to Huang Li and the others behind him and said to the middle-aged man.

"Okay, dinner is about to start, and the kitchen is a little busy...I'll find someone to take them there."

The middle-aged man didn't know what was going on. He really thought that everyone was here to help out of enthusiasm, so he was not polite at all.

"Uncle village chief, what are you going to do about the grave inspection? This can't be delayed."

"It's a coincidence that the young man next to me happens to know some Feng Shui."

The village chief turned sideways, just enough to make way for the weekend behind him.

"Ah...Uncle Village Chief, are you kidding me? Is there such a young Feng Shui master?"

The middle-aged man suddenly became a little suspicious when he saw how young he was on the weekend.

The village chief is actually not sure, he just has the mentality of treating a dead horse as a live horse.

Fortunately, he looked calm on the weekend, with a half-smile but not a smile on his face, and he really had a bit of a master's demeanor.

"Village chief, Mr. Feng Shui usually knows a little bit about the art of reasoning. Why don't you let me do the math for him, and then you will know whether it is true or false!"

His calm demeanor on the weekend was indeed a bit intimidating.

The village chief and the middle-aged man looked at each other, as if that was really the case, and the Feng Shui master could indeed tell people's fortunes.

As for whether the calculation is accurate or not, that is a matter of opinion.

In the 21st century, most fortune tellers actually just want peace of mind, and few people actually take it seriously.

The same goes for visiting graves. They may not really believe in Feng Shui, but they are just doing it for living people to see.

"Okay, then you can calculate it for me. I don't know how you want to calculate it?"

"Let's calculate the facial features, it's more accurate."

The middle-aged man nodded and came to the weekend.

Bai Lu stood next to him and was sweating over the weekend. This guy was pretending to be like that. Don't wait until the next time he opens his mouth to reveal his secret.

During the weekend, he had no time to pay attention to Bai Lu's psychological drama at this time. He paced in front of the middle-aged man with his hands behind his back, as if he was carefully studying the middle-aged man's face.

Soon, Zhou Xing's eyes swept over the middle-aged man, and he seemed to have discovered something, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.

"Judging from your appearance, you have a high forehead and plump temples. You are destined to have a smooth life. You have not encountered many difficulties in studying or making a living..."

"But... I see that the bridge of your nose is sunken, which means that you have never encountered major disasters, but you have experienced minor disasters."

The middle-aged man still didn't take the words he said at the weekend seriously, because he said them all in vague terms, which looked like street tricks.

However, Weekend's next sentence made the middle-aged man's expression change slightly.

"Your brows are scattered, and there is a mole on your right forehead, which looks like a dog, which means that you are in conflict with the dog in your life..."

"If my calculations are correct, you must have been bitten by a dog when you were a child, and it almost cost you your life."

"But you have a good destiny, and in the end, you turned the bad luck into good luck."

As soon as Weekend finished speaking, the middle-aged man's eyes widened and he looked at Weekend in disbelief.

"Master, you are so amazing!"

"When I was eight years old, I was indeed bitten by a dog. If the village chief uncle hadn't sent me to the hospital in time, I would have almost died." "Uncle village chief, isn't this what you told him?"

The middle-aged man was shocked and a little unbelievable.

"Liuzi, what are you talking about? I swear to your uncle, the village chief, if I say that, I will be struck by lightning and die."

The village chief said unhappily, then looked at Zhou Zhou in shock, and asked respectfully: "Master, how did you know that Liu Zi was bitten by a dog when he was a child?"

Weekend smiled and said nothing, standing there with an inscrutable look on his face.

The middle-aged man swore when he saw the village chief, and there was no doubt about it. He hurriedly said to the side: "Uncle village chief, why are you still asking this? The master has obviously calculated it."

"Yes, yes, I'm confused."

The village chief quickly apologized, and his attitude in front of the weekend became more and more respectful, for fear of offending him.

Seeing this scene, Bai Lu was also completely shocked.

No, is he really good at telling fortunes?
In the live broadcast room, the barrage also exploded at this moment.

"Damn it, it's not true, he really got it right!"

"I watched the whole live broadcast. The village chief did not communicate with Zhou Xing. It means that Zhou Xing really calculated it himself."

"6666, this is amazing!"

"Although I don't believe in fortune telling, I was still shocked."

"Hey, is it true that weekend is a master?"

……

"Master, it's all your fault for my father's graveyard~"

In the open-air kitchen in the courtyard, while Huang Li and Chen Yu were working hard to serve the dishes, they happened to see the middle-aged people being ushered to the table like VIPs over the weekend.

The middle-aged man was beside Weekend, bending down the whole time, his attitude was extremely respectful, and he even called Zhou Weekend master.

Seeing this scene, Huang Li and the others were dumbfounded.

Grandmaster?

What's happening here?
Is this host really deceived by the weekend?

"Huh, just pretend to be a ghost, and you can deceive these country people who have never seen the world."

Chen Yu felt extremely unbalanced when he saw the host sitting next to him helping to pour tea and toast on weekends.

They were all brought here by the village chief. Why should I serve dishes here when I am being served with wine and meat on weekends?

Why is the gap between people so big?

"Shh, keep your voice down so that no one can hear you."

Huang Li pulled Chen Yu dissatisfiedly. No matter what method he used to fool the middle-aged man into staying on weekends, he was now his honored guest.

In rural areas, Feng Shui masters are generally more respected, and the host also helps look after graves on weekends. If the host hears Chen Yu's words, I don't know what people will think.

On the other side, Bai Lu sat down at the upper table next to Zhou Xing. After seeing that the master was busy, she dared to whisper in Zhou Xing's ear.

"No, are you really good at telling fortunes on weekends?"

Weekend laughed and said seriously: "In what age do you still believe in fortune telling? You must believe in science!"

"Then how did you calculate that he was bitten by a dog when he was a child?"

"It's not calculated. I happened to see a scar on his leg, which was exactly the same as the scar on my body. I was bitten by a dog when I was a child, so it was very clear."

Bai Lu was speechless for a while. Knowing the truth, she wanted to complain about something, but when she thought about it carefully, it made sense.

"That's not right. How did you tell that he had a smooth life?"

"Look at how fat he is, and the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes from laughing so often. You can tell that he must be having a smooth life and has no worries. Just say it's going well and it won't be wrong anyway."

"..."

To put it bluntly, weekends are not fortune-telling at all, they are simply deceiving people.

However, he really did it.

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