I, Yan Niannian, the youngest daughter of Lord Yan of the underworld.
I thought it was too boring, so I secretly ran away to earth and became a three-year-old baby in the world.
I have no money to eat, so I can only help out by setting up a street stall under the overpass.
One dollar for a hexagram, don't give up money!
Passers-by laughed: Can a three-year-old baby do that? What a liar!
The next second——
"There are dead people's clothes hidden in the southwest corner of your house. It's evil."
"Your hall is dark, there will be a bloody disaster today."
"Your son is not reading material, he is destined to eat food from the underworld."
Everyone was frightened: little fairy! Little judge!
Since then, the overpass has been completely surrounded.
The rich kneel down to beg for a change of luck, the bosses queue up to ask for hexagrams, and the father of Hell himself descends to earth to catch his baby:
"Nian Nian, go back to the underworld with dad, this world is not worthy of your fortune telling!"
Yan Niannian held the broken bowl of milk and made a milky sound:
"No reply! I haven't earned enough money to buy candy!"
