A Guest In A Ghost House - Chapter 247 On the shoulder

There were still people who were asking for fortune next to the food stall, and the old man only responded some very ordinary words politely. Finally, he earned 10 yuan.

However, the business was quite good, one after another for fortune-telling.

The middle-aged woman was much faster than I expected. In less than half an hour, the woman rushed over with a three-year-old child. Her face was full of sweat.

The person who was being told fortune volunteered to give a seat to the middle-aged woman under the reminder of other surrounding people, and the old man carefully observed the child.

I also looked at the child with Judging People trick. There was nothing wrong with the child. It should be an ordinary illness, but it was estimated that it was very serious. The child’s face was green, closing his eyes and seemed to have no reaction to the outside world.

The old man took the child’s hand, dipped a bit vermilion on his finger, and painted something on the child’s hand, but I couldn’t recognize it. It looked like a doodle rather than a meaningful symbol.

I took out my cell phone and was preparing to call the police. I heard a shout outside, “You, a bad guy.”

I turned around and saw a middle-aged man running in a hurry. Through Judging People trick，I saw that the face of the man were green and he had a basketball-sized toad on his shoulder. Its mouth was wide open, and its mouth was full of teeth.

Oh, what was this?

The middle-aged man slammed the crowd heavily and came in. He reached out and grabbed the child in the middle-aged woman’s hands. He murmured, “Zhou Yan, if it wasn’t me to go to the hospital to see the child, did you want to kill the child? Was it fun?”

The middle-aged woman called Zhou Yan was obviously a bit scared of the middle-aged man. When the child was robbed, she stood up in a panic, “The child is hurt by evil and the master is saving the child.”

The middle-aged man was angry, “What the fuck evil, the old quack.”

After that, the middle-aged man wanted to leave with the child, but Zhou Yan had clung the middle-aged man, “The master is very skillful, and maybe he can really save the child, so let him try it.”

Zhou Yan’s crying suddenly attracted the crowd, many surrounding people were discussing and pointing at them.

I had no intention of punishing the fortune-telling old man now, because, as the middle-aged man embraced the child, I saw energy of life was drifting out of the child’s body.

The dissipated energy seemed to have been drawn into the mouth of a huge toad. And toad was showing a look of enjoyment.

The old man had stood up, “You are the father of the child, the child is indeed having a problem, and the problem may be because of you.”

The middle-aged man stepped forward when he was saying, he destroyed the fortune-telling stall to the ground by a kick.

Fortunately, the old man had already stood up, otherwise, it was estimated that he would be hit.

Zhou Yan said, “This is my child. The master can save him.”

Zhou Yan stepped forward to stop him, and the people around him also tried to persuade the middle-aged men not do it and to send the child to the hospital as soon as possible. There were even people who advised Zhou Yan not to believe sorcerers outside and they were about to say that the old man was a liar.

The old man was just shocked by the middle-aged man’s actions. He responded, “If I’m a liar, do you dare to tell me your birthday.”

The words of the old man made the people around him stunned. Then they talked about it one after another. The old man insisted fortune telling even under such an intense situation. It seemed that he loved money rather than his life.

The middle-aged man ignored the old man and yelled at Zhou Yan, “Let me go.”

Zhou Yan still clung to the man and quickly told the old man the man’s birthday, let the master tell his fortune.

The middle-aged man was completely angry. He threw hard with holding the child in his arm, and Zhou Yan was directly thrown to the ground. Her forehead crashed into the table next to her, her head was broken and bleeding immediately.

The middle-aged man was also shocked and hurried forward to help. The crowd gathered to help Zhou Yan stand up rapidly. And they told Zhou Yan to go to the hospital with her child.

Zhou Yan only shook her head with a stubborn look, causing people around to sigh endlessly.

The old man quickly counted for a while, still looking like an expert.

When the middle-aged man could not persuade Zhou Yan and planned to leave, the old man finally said, “You are a brute.”

The people around him were stunned again. They did not know that the old man had courage to scold at this time.

The middle-aged man was very angry, he left, regarded the word as not worthy of serious consideration.

The old man pointed to the giant diamond ring on the middle-aged man’s finger. “You have no money at all, but now you are wearing gold and silver, it’s obviously that you are enshrining evil spirits, and using your child’s life to help you get rich.”

When the old man’s voice came out, all the surrounding people were in a state of turmoil, Zhou Yan walked to the middle-aged man and seized the clothes of middle-aged men, “You use our child’s life to help you get rich.”

The middle-aged man said, “If you believe this, one day, you will become a neuropath.”

After saying this, he wanted to leave again, but Zhou Yan grasp the middle-aged man tightly, “Master, did he do it?”

The old man was also very angry and nodded forcefully, “Fate can’t be wrong.”

The people around me were all talking about it. I also looked at the old man with surprise. The old man may not have supernatural power, but this time he was right.

In fact, I had been observing the toad of the middle-aged man’s shoulder. There had been a conjecture in my mind, but I had not yet thought of it. Now that the old man had said it, I thought it should be true.

Did anyone really use his child’s life to get rich? Even sacrificed his child.

The scene was still noisy, and the police had already arrived. They quickly took the old man and sent the Zhou Yan’s family to the hospital. A crowd of spectators slowly began to disperse, but the content of the chat was all about what just happened.

I looked at the food stall owner who kept sighing and I asked him, “Is what that fortune telling old man said true?”

The food stall owner shook his head with a bitter smile, “I don’t know, but the old man does fortune-telling here for decades. Everyone says it is accurate.”

I nodded my head, paid the bill and left. Could the direct fortune-telling be accurate without supernatural power? I had no idea, and I didn’t know how accurate fortune-telling could be achieved. But the old man had been arrested and there was no one who I could ask something more about this.