Dalang hurried home. When Wang Dalang saw that his son was pale, his steps were floating, and his hands were bandaged, he was shocked.

Mrs. Wang also shouted: "That god-killed Jin Dazhong, has he bullied you? Ah? I won't settle the score with him! Oh, my good grandson, look at how much you have been bullied? I feel so sorry for me."

Dalang knew that this was not Jin Dazhong's fault, but he was afraid that Mrs. Wang would really go to settle the score with them. If he annoyed them and lost his work, he naturally knew how much he was. If he left here, where would he go to find this job that could steal food and work easily.

"It's not that they bullied me, and I don't know what happened. I haven't done anything recently, so I asked for a few days to come back to see it." Dalang explained.

"Then, then they won't deduct your wages, right?" Mrs. Wang said nervously.

"I really didn't ask about this." Dalang scratched his head and muttered to himself in his heart.

"Oh, you stupid kid, I know that you won't explain it to you at a single step, and you won't even know." Grandma Wang complained.

"Okay, okay, the child just came back, don't talk about this and that." Wang Dalangzi was a little impatient and quickly pulled his son into the house.

Mrs. Wang was still muttering without saying a word behind her. But after all, she felt sorry for her grandson, so she turned around and went to the kitchen to make delicious food. When she happened to see Si Ya coming back from outside, she cursed: "Damn girl, you're paying money, where did you go crazy? I wonder if your elder brother is back? Go and boil water and take a shower for him."

Si Ya nodded timidly, then walked to the kitchen. When she passed by Wang Pozi, she pushed her hard. "I won't walk faster, I'm so slow all day that I don't know what I'm doing!"

Let’s talk about the four trees, people are sunrise and sunset as usual, and everything is as usual. But this day seems particularly lively.

What a lively way?

I saw that all the old and young people in the village ran to the entrance of the village, and surrounded an old man in the middle on three floors inside and three floors outside.

I saw the old man around fifty years old, with a childish face, a handful of dust, and a green Taoist robe, looking fairy-like. He set up a divination stall and put a name on his name, and wrote a free fortune-telling letter.

Once everything is involved in free sex, it will be crowded with people and extremely popular. It has been since ancient times. Moreover, the ancients were particularly superstitious and liked to tell fortunes for themselves if they have anything or not. So, the men, women, young and old of the four trees were all out. In ancient times, the queuing was not strong, let alone a small village in the mountains and wild, and they surrounded the fortune teller. They didn't get angry, so they came to calculate the other one, and they only occasionally looked up at the surroundings, as if they were looking for someone.

After hearing the news, Mrs. Wang heard the news, it was okay. If there was a free advantage, wouldn’t it cost her life? So Fengfenghuohuo ran away.

No matter how long others have been waiting, they rushed over. The people around them were originally glaring at him and wanted to curse him, but when they saw that it was him, they were too lazy to be angry, otherwise they might say something bad about you in the future and would be angry endlessly.

But Mrs. Wang unconsciously saw a woman sitting in front of her for a long time but not leaving, and she couldn't help but urge her to get up.

The woman was about to argue, but the old god quickly persuaded her. When she saw Mrs. Wang's eyes lit up, she shook her head and sighed.

"Old immortal, why are you doing when you look at me and sigh? But what's wrong?" Mrs. Wang has always been sensitive to such things and asked quickly.

"Oh," the old fairy looked up and down at Mrs. Wang again, and sighed heavily.

Now, Mrs. Wang couldn't help but become anxious, and everyone around her became curious. The old god just now had many people, but she hadn't seen anyone's attitude towards her.

"This aunt, please forgive me for not being able to calculate for you." The old fairy shook her head and said, "and swept the dust and made a gesture to ask others to step forward.

"No? This old god, just say whatever you have. If there is really something wrong, do you have the heart to see us suffer in vain?" Mrs. Wang suddenly became anxious and grabbed the old god's sleeve and refused to let go.

The onlookers don’t mind watching the excitement, and they all want to hear what it is.

The old god didn't speak for a long time.

Mrs. Wang almost knelt down to someone and cried, "Oh, my God, what kind of evil did I commit? Someone knows that we are going to suffer but don't tell us! Isn't this our life? Oh, my life is so painful! My Bodhisattva Tathagata Buddha, your disciples are watching you don't help you!"

If Taohua must have laughed out loud here, what is the matter of this disciple of Bodhisattva Tathagata Buddha doing this old god? Fortunately, no one present is a true believer, but no one cares about these details.

The old god pondered for a while, sighed loudly, shook his head and said, "The most taboo thing for us fortune tellers is to calculate someone who is killed by others. This is simply a snatching people under the hands of the King of Hell. Do you think the King of Hell knows, and you must not settle the score for me?"

After hearing what the old god said, Mrs. Wang almost fainted from fear. She pulled the old god even more anxiously and begged him to help him.

"Forget it, saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Even if I lose my life today, I will do it for you." The old god said helplessly at last.

The onlookers also praised the old gods and immortals for being kind, and they are worthy of being a practitioner of Taoism.

After Mrs. Wang sat down, the old god looked at his palms, looked at his face again, and then took a pen to write and draw on the paper for a while. Then he looked up at Mrs. Wang and said seriously: "What do I ask, do you want to answer? Don't have any false words!"

"Yes, yes!" Mrs. Wang's face looked like a rustle, and nodded in fear.

"Is there anyone in your family born in the Year of the Rat?"

"Yes, yes, my Dalang belongs to the rat." Mrs. Wang nodded.

"What's wrong with him lately?"

"What, what's wrong?" Mrs. Wang remembered the injuries on Dalang's body when he came back.

"Maybe it wasn't a big injury at first, it was just a few minor injuries. For example, it seemed like it was bad luck when you were injured or fell." The old fairy looked at the ghost painting talisman on the paper and said.

"Yes, this is the case." Mrs. Wang nodded and questioned: "Old immortal means someone is harming us?"

"It's not necessarily a human." The old fairy shook her head: "It may be that there are some counterproductive things or animals, and it's hard to say. You might as well tell me the details."

"This, I can't explain the specificity." Wang Pozi said: "Old immortal, wait, I'll call my Dalang here."

"Yes." The old fairy nodded.

But after a while, Mrs. Wang pulled out Dalang, who was still sleeping at home.

When Dalang heard that he was telling his fortune, he couldn't help but feel energetic. As for what Mrs. Wang said, he believed it a little bit. He told all the recent experiences in Fuyun, all the big and small.

Everyone around him couldn't help but feel sympathy for him. This was not called unlucky, it was simply possessed by a decay.

"Old immortal, what are you going to do? I'll tell you this is so evil. Look, I've been doing well these days after I come back." Dalang said.

"Well, you're afraid that's the case..." The old fairy glanced at Dalang with an unknown expression and fell silent.
Chapter completed!