Don't ask me what I do. If you clearly see this sailor (the best fortune teller in the world), and look at my standard Taoist priest uniform, you can use your toes to figure out what I do. Isn't it obvious that I am a liar... No, no, no, it should be a fortune teller, a divine fortune teller!
"There are many dreams at night, and the soul predicts good and bad luck..." No, it's open for business.
Why, out of nowhere, someone came to steal my business!
My depressed life has descended out of control like this... Why do I have to go to strange places to set up stalls! !