As the most handsome guy under the bridge, I rely on my face to tell fortunes and never fail.
Until the little boy who was soaked all over was told a fortune.
He tilted his head and asked me: "Brother, why are you not calculating whether you will die tonight?"
That night my yin and yang eyes suddenly failed, and the dead souls all over the street stared at me and laughed ferociously.
In the mirror, the little boy lay on my back and whispered:
"Guess who is the blind man now?"
