Entertainment: Let You Do A Side Job And Set Up A Stall To Tell Fortunes?

"A Fei, I really didn't expect you to be an undercover agent sent by the police. Fortunately, I value you so much."

In an old house that had been demolished into ruins, a man wearing a floral shirt and a scarred face was wiping the knife in his hand with his shirt and looking to the side with his peripheral vision.

On the ground less than one meter away from him, a young man with long hair dyed blue and green was lying on the ground with a painful look on his face.

At this moment, his whole body was covered with bruises, and even his fingers were trampled to pieces.

But even so, he still used all his strength to look at the scarred man.

"Ha... if you have the ability, just kill me."

"Anyway, you are not guilty of killing a police officer, but even if you kill me, Zhou Cheng will soon bring someone to kill you."

"As long as I get rid of these cancerous tumors like yours and return the blue sky to the sea, my death will be worth it."

As soon as he finished speaking, a boy next to the scarred man flew up and kicked him in the face.

Then two more drug dealers picked him up directly.

"Since you are not afraid of death, then I will help you. Later we will hang your body on the telephone pole at the entrance of the village in the city."

"And I'm not afraid to tell you that we can escape Jinghai at any time now, and you will never be able to catch me."

As he spoke, a fierce look appeared on the scarred man's face, and the knife in his hand went straight towards the man's throat.

A look of relief immediately appeared on the face of the man who was being lifted up.

In a daze, he remembered the oath he had sworn at the police academy's graduation ceremony, and the graduation photo in which all the members did not show their faces.

However, just when he thought he was going to die, the sound of a copper bell suddenly came from not far away.

"The iron mouth is straight, if it doesn't work, you don't need money."

Hearing this voice, both the police undercover and the drug dealers present had a look of astonishment on their faces.

Obviously they didn't expect that a person could suddenly pop up in such a place.

After a while, everyone's eyes turned towards the direction of the sound.

At first glance, they discovered that at some point, about twenty meters away from them, a smiling little Taoist priest wearing Taoist robes was staring at them.

Such a special identity coupled with such a weird way of appearing immediately stunned all the drug dealers.

After a while, the scarred man with the knife slapped the boy on the side on the back of the head.

"Didn't you tell me that ghosts won't come here? Where did this Taoist priest come from?"

Hearing the elder brother's scolding, the younger brother with the gun in his hand also felt a little aggrieved.

"I don't know, brother, demolition started here eight years ago. Dogs don't come here on weekdays."

As soon as he said this, Scarface glared at him.

"No brother, I'm not saying you're worse than a dog, I'm saying there's no reason anyone would come here."

"What about him? Is he not human?"

As he spoke, Scarface pointed at Yang Lin with the dagger in his hand.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the police undercover agent who was held hostage by the drug dealer also hurriedly shouted:

"Taoist Master, go quickly, get out of here quickly, they are drug dealers!"

Obviously he was worried that these ruthless drug dealers would kill Yang Lin directly in order to silence him.

But after hearing his words, Yang Lin didn't show any fear at all.

Instead, he glanced at the group of drug dealers with interest.

Then I saw him speak:

"Pindao is just a fortune teller. He happened to see the dark clouds filling the sky here. He thought someone must be in trouble here, so he came to take a look."

Hearing what Yang Lin said, Scarface suddenly laughed.

"Hey, this is the first time I've seen someone so unafraid of death."

"But you said you could tell fortunes. I just don't believe in fortunes. How about you tell me fortunes?"

As soon as Scarface finished speaking, Yang Lin nodded.

"Yes, but poor fortune telling is not in vain. One hexagram costs 500."

"It's interesting. Go and get 500 yuan for this Taoist priest."

Scarface smiled first, and then kicked the boy next to him on the butt.

And the boy reluctantly searched inside the wallet.

After searching for a long time, I only found 300 yuan.

"Taoist Priest, I only have 300 here. Why don't I add your Weixin to the remaining 200, and I'll transfer it to you with Weixin."

As soon as he finished speaking, Scarface kicked him against the wall next to him.

"Are you stupid? Weixin is registered under real names. Do you want to die?"

Yang Lin on the other side saw this situation and immediately said:

"In that case, 300 is 300. Pindao will treat it as a discount for you."

As soon as he heard this, the little brother who had just been kicked on the wall immediately burst into laughter and ran to Yang Lin in a hurry.

"Hey, Taoist Priest, you are really particular about people. I will come to you for fortune telling next time."

As he spoke, he handed Yang Lin the only 300 yuan in his wallet.

At the same time, several people from the program team on the other side also rushed over slowly and hurriedly.

But considering their own safety issues, they chose to hide on the top of an old building nearby and recorded everything on the scene with a camera from a high position.

The audience in the live broadcast room also happened to see the scene where the drug dealer gave Yang Lin money.

Immediately, the hearts of the viewers in the live broadcast room were filled with questions.

"Oh my God, Yang Lin really went to the drug dealer's lair single-handedly."

"He is so brave. Everyone among these dozen drug dealers has a gun."

"By the way, what are they doing? Why does the drug dealer still give Yang Lin cash?"

"Yeah, I don't understand either. According to the general plot, shouldn't they have been fighting together?"

"No, the money just now couldn't be Gua Jin.

"What? Telling fortunes to drug dealers? Is he crazy?"

At the same time when everyone vaguely guessed the truth, Yang Lin, who had obtained the hexagram gold, also looked at Scarface again.

"I don't know what you want to ask, layman?"

As soon as these words came out, Scarface also started thinking.

"Since you can tell fortunes, then tell me what my life is like."

"Okay, I'll let you do the math for me." After nodding, Yang Lin started doing the math casually.

In less than ten seconds, he showed a confident expression.

"It's already been calculated. If Pindao's calculation is correct, you lost your mother when you were 2 years old and your father when you were 3 years old. You entered an orphanage at 5 years old. You started wandering on the street at 8 years old. You joined a local gang at 15 years old. You became a member of the local gang at 20 years old. Killed the gang boss."

"I went to jail at the age of 25 and spent 5 years in prison. I was released from prison at the age of 30 and opened a rental business..."

As Yang Lin told a series of past events about Scarface, Scarface's expression changed from calm to unbelievable.

But Yang Lin's next words made him furious.

"When you are 40 years old, there will be a bloody disaster. God is destined that you will be killed by an airplane."