The writing style is not good, I am slowly improving it.
After Cheng Xiaer inherited the mantle of his liar adoptive father, he carried a small bench and told people's fortunes on the overpass every day.
Guest A: I can't sleep well every day lately. I always feel like there's something on my neck.
Cheng Xia'er and the little guy hanging around the guest's neck stared at each other with big eyes.
Cheng Xiaer: ... Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, don't come over!
Guest B: I always feel chilly on my back recently.
Cheng Xiaer looked at the red mist covering the guest's body and screamed again.
Since then, everyone knows that there is a very clever little master on the Erba Road Overpass, but the little master seems a little timid...
People in the metaphysical world say that first-rate heavenly masters are scared to death by ghosts and monsters, while low-level heavenly masters are scared to death by ghosts and monsters.
Cheng Xia'er: Ah, yes, yes, I am that late heavenly master. (Spread hands)
Purpose: For world peace!