As soon as he heard this, the uncle's expression changed instantly and he stood up: "What do you mean!"

He pointed at Song Chang's nose and cursed angrily: "You are the only one who has suffered a bloody disaster. Your whole family has suffered a bloody disaster!"

Touching his nose awkwardly, Song Chang was speechless. He just said what he had to say, so why did he provoke others?

"Everyone, hurry up and disperse. This kid doesn't know how to just open his eyes and tell lies here!"

He spat fiercely in front of Song Chang's stall, and stamped his feet with his hands behind his back while making a sound of hatred.

"Old man, I'm too lazy to waste time with you. I'll send you to the bureau to cause trouble here and there. You deserve to have no one ask you to tell your fortune!"

"The shabby mess is bullshit. I can't even make a prediction, and you still dare to say that I will suffer a bloody disaster..."

He turned around and left, but the uncle was still rude and kept cursing.

Seeing the excitement, there was nothing to see, so they dispersed, thinking that Song Chang was a big liar.

Song Chang still did not forget to remind him: "If your calculation is accurate, you must remember to pay the fortune, otherwise you will be unlucky."

Before the uncle could get far, he suddenly heard Song Chang's instructions and became even more furious. He cursed even harder: "Bullshit fortune telling!"

"You are not afraid of being punished by God for talking nonsense, and you are not afraid of letting your tongue slip!"

It's high time, under the warm sun.

The old men and women in the square became more active. Some even occupied the basketball court and started playing shuttlecock.

Others are playing chess.

The old man who had told Song Chang's fortune just now found a chessboard and sat down, staring at Song Chang fiercely.

The old man’s surname is Jin. Since he retired, he has often been active in this square. Why not just stroll around and play chess?

A bloody disaster?

Oh!

I get angry just thinking about this!

Just as he was about to play a game with the old man opposite him, a basketball suddenly hit the chessboard, and Jin Baishun's eyes widened in anger.

A group of young guys appeared from not far away, each wearing basketball uniforms that exposed their arms and legs, walking over shoulder to shoulder.

"Uncle, I'm sorry."

The young man who came over was quite polite and took the ball from Jin Baishun's hand, but the next sentence made his head buzz with anger.

"This basketball court belongs to us, can you play chess somewhere else?"

The aunties who were dancing in the square next to them also stopped and rolled up their sleeves angrily.

"Are you young people still polite? Do you know what first come, first served means?"

"And we are so much older than you? Haven't you learned to respect the elderly and love the young?"

"I really don't know what's so good about that old basketball!"

All the young people looked ugly. It was the weekend and they finally got together to play ball.

I didn't expect that the place would be robbed by such a bunch of bad old women and old men. The young people are also young and energetic, and they don't show any weakness.

"The basketball court is originally used for playing basketball. You are occupying this land. Isn't it too overbearing?"

"You are simply relying on your old age to show off!"

What a good person who relies on his old age to sell his old age!

Just because a bad Taoist priest ruined his good mood, he didn't expect a bunch of young boys to disturb the trouble. Jin Baishun was so angry that he slammed the chessboard table.

He is losing his temper in despair!

"Enough!"

"We came here first, but if you are still here to stir up trouble and make trouble, I won't be polite!"

After blowing his nose and staring, Jin Baishun took a step forward, pushed away the leading young men, and drove them to the outfield.

The young man who just wanted to continue the theory was greeted by the uncle's saliva before they could continue to speak.

"Get out! Get out of here!"

"Your names are not written here. Get away as far as you can, so as not to be an eyesore here!"

Jin Baishun coughed up a mouthful of thick phlegm and spat viciously on the leading young man's basketball shoes, his eyes widening.

"What a bunch of brats who are still young and want to compete with me for territory..."

I saw that the face of the leading young man turned red, his hands holding the basketball were so tight that they were covered with veins, and his whole body was on the verge of anger.

Suddenly his hands were empty. It turned out that the brother behind him couldn't stand it any longer, so he raised the basketball and hit the old man on the head.

Seeing the shadow of a ball on the ground illuminated by the sun, before Jin Baishun could react, he screamed in pain and was knocked to the ground.

This blow made him bruise his arm and make it drip with blood. Jin Baishun fell to the ground angrily and roared hysterically: "Who! Who did it?"

Song Chang, who was watching this scene not far away, curled his lips helplessly and still meditated calmly on the spot.

Take a look.

He said there would be a bloody disaster, you must not believe it!

Those young people looked at each other one after another. For fear of getting into trouble, they dispersed in a swarm and disappeared long ago.

"Lao Jin is really bleeding. Isn't this just what the bad Taoist said?"

"Is it possible that the bad Taoist's calculations were accurate?"

"Is there really a bloody disaster?"

Listening to the discussions among the people around him, Jin Baishun felt angry in his heart. When he looked at Song Chang sitting opposite, his teeth started to itch with anger.

"That's a damn good guess!"

"You are just a bad Taoist priest, and you still dare to point fingers here!"

"It's just a broken crow's mouth!"

Song Chang thought that after the old man had learned a lesson, he would at least restrain himself, but he never thought he would still be so stubborn.

He sighed deeply in his heart and said, "I would like to remind you that if you don't give me the hexagram gold, you will be in trouble."

It was clear that the sun was scorching above his head, but a cold air came out of the soles of his feet for no reason, and Jin Baishun shivered.

Don't say it's him.

Even the aunts and uncles watching the excitement around felt a little evil and had to be a little suspicious of what Song Chang said.

"The hexagram gold is not worth much."

"I think that guy is at least a little bit right. Lao Jin, you are really in a bloody disaster. Why don't you spend some money to eliminate it?"

Jin Baishun jumped up from the ground, his teeth clenched, and he stomped on the ground hard.

"Bah!"

"I won't give it. I want to see what kind of misfortune it can bring to me!"

"If you have any skills, just come over here!"

After saying these words, Jin Baishun covered his injured arm, turned around and left.

Without thinking, a huge husky suddenly jumped out of nowhere, causing Jin Baishun to stumble and fall to the ground.

My butt fell into four pieces!

Jin Baishun's face was twisted in pain, and he couldn't care about his injured hand. He held his waist and cursed for a while.

"What a damn thing, who the hell is a domesticated beast!"

"What a bitch, you've made me so unlucky!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jin Baishun could no longer say a word, and his pupils suddenly shrank to pinpoints.

Everyone is stupid.

He just heard a snapping sound on his forehead!

What's more, a bird droppings fell from the sky and hit him squarely on the head!
Chapter completed!