Fortune-Telling on the Streets in the 1980S

Exorcist He Xuanyi transmigrates to the 1980s, a widower raising four children. His wife has just died. His two sons and two daughters are crying to be fed, and all the family has left is a thatched hut. He Xuanyi has no choice but to return to his old trade: setting up a fortune-telling stall. “Little sister, you're doomed to bad luck in love. This marriage will end in death or injury.” A wife-beater reveals his true colors before the wedding, and turns out to be a brutal murderer. “Granny, your daughter's in the cellar next door.” A kindly-looking man in his fifties secretly traffics in people. “Big brother, only two of those three children are yours.” A blind man beats only his own children. Some victims are more hateful than pitiful. At first: Fortune-telling is feudal superstition! Report him, file a complaint, have him arrested! Later: Master, save us! This story is entirely fictional. Do not apply it to real life. Please maintain a scientific worldview. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. This story will be available as a paid serialization starting May 11. Three extra-long chapters will be released that day. Thank you for your support! Theme: Pass on the flame of civilization to illuminate the ages