"Old man, I've been having a strange dream lately, can you help me find out what's going on?"
A bright red banknote was slapped on the table. Zhang Hengjian sat boldly on the small broken bench and carefully observed the magic stick in front of him who had nothing to do with Taoist immortality.
The old magician smoothed his beard, his philistine look had not moved his eyes since the money fell on the table, and he replied calmly: "Don't worry, tell me the dream in detail, and I will help you find out whether it is bad or good."
Zhang Hengjian spat, what kind of literate nonsense he was talking about? He was just a charlatan. He didn't believe in this thing in the first place. If it hadn't been because he had been troubled by this dream for so long, seeing a psychiatrist was expensive, and he heard from a classmate that the fortune-telling here was very good, he wouldn't bother coming here.
However, complaining is all about complaining, Comrade Xiao Zhang really started to think deeply and talked about the dream seriously.
The sky was dark and the courtyard was deep. Comrade Xiao Zhang was walking around in a courtyard with lush flowers and grass. When he came to his senses, he realized that he was dressed in white, with long hair flowing, and beside him was a maid with a vicious look, following him like a ghost.
Comrade Zhang turned his head silently, his heart pounding. Because the moment he turned around, he clearly caught a glimpse of a shining silver knife in the maid's cuff...