The True Experience Of A Fortune Teller

My second uncle is a fortune teller. Let me tell you a few real things about him (my second uncle has passed away). 1. He once came to my house to tell fortunes. My grandfather tested him to see if his calculations were accurate, so he gave him the birth date and horoscope of a dead person and asked him to tell the person's fate. As a result, my second uncle said: , what should this person do if he has no longevity? There was no fortune-telling for the next few days. Legend has it that fortune-tellers are very taboo about this matter.

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Drawing Ghost Feet Chapter 647: The Naughty Child’s Participation

There are not many people involved, because there are still people needed to deal with the ghost paintings that appear one after another in the city. The source paintings only require a team of people. This is not a ghost mission, and there is no need to compare the number of ghost paintings. Just determine the location of the ghost painting and imprison it. "It turned out to be that naughty kid. He was just a newcomer. He didn't expect that he would be involved in this terrible action just after leaving the ghost painting incident, and he couldn't help but refuse. … Continue readingDrawing Ghost Feet Chapter 647: The Naughty Child’s Participation

Chapter 219 The Setting Sun Like Blood

"Oh," Chung Yixian sighed, pointed at Huang Laoyan and said, "He killed him. Huang Laoyan sneered a few times, he didn't intend to tell her that Youliang didn't die, but received In "Dunhuang Nightmare Picture". Erya didn't believe what Huang Laoyan said at all. Youliang once left a message on the wall of Lijiagou's old house. It can be seen that he still has a deep love for him. How could he suddenly die? Eloped with Concubine Dong Gui? Daoist Jia nodded: "That's right, good and evil fight each other, eliminate evil and do everything, there can be no woman's benevolence at the moment of life and death. The setting sun was like blood, and the top of the West Peak seemed to be shrouded in a red mist. … Continue readingChapter 219 The Setting Sun Like Blood