Fang Zheng was stunned...

Wu Banxian next to him quickly winked at Fang Zheng and signaled him not to do anything randomly.

But he didn't know that Fang Zheng was in a hurry to wait for food, so he saw Fang Zheng clasping his hands together and said, "Amitabha, one hundred yuan, I can't tell where the things are, so I don't charge money."

Wu Banxian rolled his eyes directly, then frowned, as if he said again: "You are learning and selling now, but you can't just learn how to take on business, you still have to learn how to fool!"

The old lady seemed to be interested and smiled and said, "Okay, tell me."

Fang Zheng was a little hesitant because he thought about it again. Wu Banxian used a turtle shell and copper coins to cooperate with gossip and fortune-telling. Although he was a liar after all, he looked very formal.

He doesn't use any ritual, it seems too fake.

Seeing Fang Zheng hesitating, Wu Banxian sneered and said to himself: "Boy is so stupid, right? No, right? He doesn't have any equipment, what business to grab?"

Then he saw Fang Zheng clapping his hands, as if he had thought of something, then grabbed the squirrel riding on his shoulder, put the squirrel beside his mouth, muttering and not knowing what he said.

The squirrel seemed quite unhappy, but in the end he was explained, nodding desperately.

Then Wu Banxian saw Fang Zheng looking at him.

Wu Banxian said: "What do I do?"

Fang Zhengdao: "Master, can you borrow three copper coins to use?"

Wu Banxian didn't refuse and said to himself: If you want to show off, then let you show off. You won't be able to calculate something in a while, don't say I'll use you as a set-up and step on you to the top... Humph!

Fang Zheng took three copper plates and then slapped the squirrel's forehead. The squirrel immediately opened his mouth wide.

Then Fang Zheng stuffed the copper plate into the squirrel's mouth in a stunned gaze.

Then he saw Fang Zheng muttering something, holding the squirrel in one hand and shaking it up and down, left and right. The squirrel also shook his head in his hand. He could vaguely hear the jingle of copper coins hitting the squirrel's mouth...

This magical operation made everyone confused.

After shaking for a while, Fang Zheng shouted like Wu Banxian: "Open!"

Everyone rolled their eyes directly and shouted in their hearts: "Are you a fortune teller or a dice?"

Fang Zheng ignored them, and the squirrel went to the ground. He saw that the little thing seemed to be drunk, his steps were floating, walking the footsteps of the drunk Eight Immortals, shaking the Western Wilderness's motivation and vomited: "Bah!"

A copper plate was spit on the ground.

"Phhh!"

With two jingles, two copper plates fell to the ground.

Everyone was completely convinced. This was the first time they saw this fortune telling method and they called it awesome!

Wu Banxian's chin was almost falling to the ground. He had been telling fortunes for so many years and had traveled to so many places. This was the first time he knew that fortune telling could operate like this! This was so slutty!

Fang Zheng still ignored everyone's surprise, but looked at the copper plate in a fake way, and then looked at the old lady's magical powers and dreamed of yellow!

In an instant, Fang Zheng took the old lady into a dream.

If you calculate the future and wealth, you won’t be able to do it.

But Fang Zheng is still very sure of losing things.

When you throw something, things are thrown from people, and it is also a very important thing. The chances of finding it in a dream are extremely high.

People cannot find something, most of them forget it, or they don’t pay attention to the moment they throw it away.

People don’t pay attention, but the subconscious mind may see it, but they just don’t pay attention to it, so they can’t remember it.

Fang Zheng wanted to enter the subconscious mind by entering the dream and see what happened the moment the old lady threw away something!

In an instant, Fang Zheng appeared in a luxuriously decorated two-bedroom and one-living room house.

The old lady sat in front of an old dressing table, carefully wrapped a pen cap in a dirty red cloth.

Her expression was very serious and careful, as if she was not a fountain pen cap but a treasure that was worthless.

Fang Zheng leaned over and observed carefully. The red cloth seemed to be pulled off from a complete piece of cloth, because the edges were uneven and seemed to have been burned by fire... Three and a half words could be vaguely seen above, and the upper part of the left was half words, and there was no recognition. There was a big word loyalty below, and there were only two words on the right to fulfill the filial piety.

Lying in the center of the red cloth is a black fountain pen cap, which looks like it has been a bit old.

The old lady wrapped her cap and placed it carefully under the pillow. Then she patted the pillow like a baby and murmured: "My wife, good night."

There was a big photo frame hanging in the room, with no photos on it and it was blank. However, the photo frame was wiped very clean, and it was obvious that someone often took care of it, and it was very important.

There is also a family photo below. I don’t know if I am afraid of forgetting everyone’s name or something. Everyone has marked it below: eldest son: Li Jianguo;

Second son: Li Aiguo;

Third son: Li Baoguo;

Oldest daughter: Li Ping

Second daughter: Li Jing;

Little daughter: Li Wan.

Me: Wu Xuemei.

Then Fang Zheng was surprised to find that there was no owner in this family photo!

Instead, he wrote a word in the blank space, he.

Fang Zheng guessed that this was mostly written by Wu Xuemei. He might be afraid that his memory would deteriorate in his later years, so he wrote it down to remind himself. There might be other reasons...

Fang Zheng roughly guessed that the old man had passed away or disappeared, and he didn't even leave a single photo. The cap was something left to the old man, and the old man poured all his feelings for the old man, so he protected him like a treasure.

"Under the pillow?" Fang Zheng muttered in his heart, but he knew very well that it was impossible to be under the pillow.

Otherwise, the old lady would not be able to find the bed when she got up and cleaned up the bed.

Moreover, the old lady Wu Xuemei said that she was losing jewelry, not pen caps.

Fang Forehand waved her hand and began to speed up the flow of time.

In the middle of the night, the old lady got up and touched the pillow carefully. She made sure that the thing was still there, so she turned over and fell asleep with peace of mind.

Fang Zheng accelerated time again until dawn.

The old lady woke up and flipped through the pillow. When she saw that the red cloth bag was missing, she suddenly became anxious. Her forehead was covered with cold sweat. She was spinning in place. She was panicked. She took out her cell phone and called the child: "Ping'er, I... I, I lost things. Is it expensive? It's very expensive. The jewelry you bought for me lost!"

The voice of his eldest daughter Li Ping came from the phone: "Don't worry, I'll come back after the meeting, don't worry."

"Can I not be in a hurry? Come back soon!"

The old lady was already crying and hung up the phone. She was wandering around the room and flipping around. Fang Zheng looked carefully and found that the old lady had searched everywhere, but she had never looked for the crack at the bedside.
Chapter completed!