Bai's father looked at the lock on the door bitterly, and kicked Bai's mother again: "It's all a prodigal thing like you.
I still don't believe that you gave birth to such a thing with no filial piety at all.
She I dare to kill her."
Although Bai's father said it harshly, his voice was no longer as confident as before.
He was actually very scared of An Qing who just shot and robbed.
Xu Lang remained silent, Bai Mu lay there motionless, and the three people in the warehouse gradually fell into silence.
Based on what Bai Mu said before, An Qing went down the mountain and found the small village at the foot of the mountain.
After asking around in the village, he found out where the fortune teller Mrs.
Wang lived.
Relying on the guidance of the villagers, An Qing found Mrs.
Wang's house in a tile-roofed house near the west end of the village.
As soon as she entered the door, she saw an old lady sitting cross-legged and smoking in the main room.
"Hey, you're a stranger.
Tell me what you want to do with my wife and see if I can help you."
Old Mrs.
Wang was about sixty years old.
She had a short head of hair tied behind her head.
When she saw someone coming, she had a pair of His eyes were chattering, but he looked shrewd.
"I have something to trouble you.
I want to ask about the past.
I don't know if you can handle it."
An Qing looked at Old Mrs.
Wang and said calmly without showing any marks on her face.
"You, a foreigner, found me here.
You know my reputation.
It's pointless to ask.
You have already asked me to come to my door.
Don't you still believe me?"
Old Mrs.
Wang is quite famous in the village.
He was quite proud when he said this, and even glanced at An Qing from the corner of his eyes.
"That's fine, as long as you can do it," An Qing said with a hint of meaning in his eyes.
"You come to beg me, so you should believe me."
Old Mrs.
Wang raised her eyebrows and smiled proudly.
She came down, patted An Qing's shoulder, and motioned for her to follow her.
An Qing pursed her lips and smiled, then followed Mrs.
Wang to a very tightly covered room.
It was the secret room that Mrs.
Wang herself said could invite the help of gods.
After An Qing followed Mrs.
Wang into the house, Mrs.
Wang turned around and locked the door directly.
Then she arranged for An Qing to stand aside, raised a curtain, lit incense, candles and a series of other things, and kept mumbling.
Gugu, he said in a broken voice: "If you invite me to do something, order the food and drinks first."
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As he said that, he stretched out his hand to An Qing.
An Qing looked at the old Mrs.
Wang, who had her eyes narrowed, her body shaking, and secretly glancing at herself from time to time.
She sneered, took out a gun from the space, and put it in her hand.
Mrs.
Wang felt that her hands were heavy.
She touched the cold hand and subconsciously opened her eyelids.
As soon as she opened her eyes, she clicked her eyes and said nothing for a long time.
"This, what kind of gun is this?
Everyone has seen it on TV, but now that it was stuffed into someone's hand, it couldn't help but make people panic.
Old Mrs.
Wang exclaimed in horror.
"Whatever you say, that's what it is."
An Qing said, picked up the gun, pointed it at a small pillow beside him, and fired.
The smell of saltpeter and the sound of the gunshot made Mrs.
Wang unable to even pretend anymore.
She watched An Qing swallowing her saliva, and after a long time she said: "Although I make a living, I can't make a living at home."
I don’t have much money, please, please let me go.”
But he regarded An Qing as the person who came here because of his reputation, thought he was rich, and wanted to steal money.
"I don't want your money, but I just want to ask you something."
An Qing took the gun in his hand, blew on the gun barrel that was still smoking, and said quietly. tgt ttrgt: