Chapter 164 (1/2)

Not to mention anything else, take Mr. Feng Shui for example. Both big and small stars and officials believe it, because they do have a set.

Zhao fan stared at the old stick angrily and said unconvinced, ”you can fucking figure out when people will die. Why is there no way to crack it?”

This has always been Zhao fan's heart knot. At the beginning, if he found the old God stick, maybe his mother was still alive and enjoyed her old age, but now people have gone for so many years, no matter how much they say, they can't be recovered.

”Lying trough!” The old God stick turned his eyes in disgust: ”you treat me like an immortal, can you bring me back to life? It's said that it's fate. Everyone can't escape that disaster. Fortunately, I ran away at the beginning, otherwise I have to annoy you. ”

Zhao fan took a deep breath and shouted, ”all right, don't talk about those useless. Count the word I just wrote.”

Speaking of this, the old prodigy immediately closed his mouth, slowly clenched his fist, made a half ring, and then sighed: ”boy, you have a disaster of blood...”

”His grandmother's!” Zhao fan immediately looked at the old God and said gnashing his teeth: ”do you believe I smoke you!”

At the gate of Colonel Yun, the old boy's ears were very smart. As long as there were footsteps approaching, he would shake his head in order to attract business and say ”please stay, sir, you have a disaster of blood...”

Who knows, the old God's stick shook his head seriously and said, ”boy, this time is really not to solicit business. I mean it. The official word has two mouths. One bite the people and the other bite the peers. You will be bitten by the official and covered with blood.”

”Hey... In fact, you shouldn't come to me. It's an eventful time for you.”

”Two news, one good and one bad, which do you want to hear first?”

Zhao fan stares at the old magic stick and touches the palm of his hand. He can touch so many things. The old thing is about to become an immortal.

”Listen to the bad first.” Zhao fan took out a cigarette, handed it over and lit one by himself.

The old magic stick felt a box of matches from his pocket and lit it. Then he slowly said, ”the bad news is that you can't stay in this place. I'm afraid you have to leave, because your opponent has won. This is the general trend and you can't stop it.”

Zhao fan was shocked. If others said so, he would feel that as long as he wanted to stay, even the people who came to pick peaches couldn't drive himself away, but he had to hesitate when an old God stick who hadn't seen him for several years and was still blind said it.

”What's the good news?” Zhao fan is a little upset. He can't stay. What's the good news?

The old stick thought for a while, then took a deep breath of smoke and said, ”everyone writes different words. According to the pattern of your palm, your official word represents a deep inside story, but it doesn't mean you, but your family.”

”Your family has a deep foundation, like the sun at its zenith. Your ancestral grave is in the best place of Feng Shui in the Kyushu Empire, that is, the imperial capital. Boy, your hometown is the imperial capital.”

”In other words, the imperial capital is your blessed land. There is a huge family that will shelter you from the wind and rain and give you everything you want.”

Zhao fan was stunned immediately. He stared at the old God stick strangely. From small to large, Zhao fan just heard my mother say that he took him from the imperial capital to Xihua City, and didn't say much about others.