Chapter 17 No The golden review and colorful hanging all depend on shouting. As a folk art performer, Liu Yonglu is very familiar with the mysterious tricks of fortune-telling. He usually has to hold back his laughter when watching others calculating the stars and tarot cards. This thing doesn't exist. Aren't they all left over from our ancestors? If I make it myself, it will definitely be better than what they pretend to be. At this time, Liu Yonglu took off his shoes and sat cross-legged on the box. He squinted his eyes and saw the young man who had just walked into the warehouse holding a dagger in reverse. "Please tell me the fortune for the next meat..." "slow!" The young man was about to speak when Liu Yonglu interrupted him harshly, "Can I let you ask me anything you want?" How can I continue this trick if you ask me like that? Liu Yonglu cleared his throat and continued in a stern voice, as if he had become a different person: "Are all of you so unruly? Is asking for divination a joke? Sit still, I'm going to ask you a question. Do you believe me?" "Humph, I don't believe it."
"Of course, mortals won't believe it, but don't worry, you will believe it soon." Liu Yonglu This is also a technique of ancient magic. First, create an atmosphere. The other party may say that he doesn't believe it, but he is already curious in his heart. As long as there is curiosity, it is easy to fall into the trap. "There is a wooden sign on the table. I have written the answer to your question on it. This sign was just broken off from your box. Is there anything wrong with it?" The young man looked at it carefully and found that it was indeed the wood fragments commonly found in warehouses. "no problem." "Is there anything wrong with this box?" "no problem." "Okay, sit down, I'm going to start calculating." "You are fortune-telling..." "Shut up! Did I ask you to ask? We all have procedures for fortune-telling. If you mess up the procedures, can you bear the blame from the gods?" After Liu Yonglu finished scolding the young man, he half-closed his eyes and began to mutter: "One, I pray that the heaven and earth will shake. Two, I pray that the ghosts and gods will be shocked. Three, I pray that Taoist Master Mao will shake. Four, I pray that Master Jiang will shake. Five, I pray that Zhu Bajie will shake. Six, I pray that Sun Wukong will shake. Seven, I pray that Monk Sha will shake. Eight, I pray that this is Monk Tang. Nine, I pray that Mao Amin will shake. Ten, I pray that Liu Xiaoqing will shake..." He hummed and clapped his thighs to keep time for himself. After singing this set of lyrics, the young man on the other side was shocked! He had never heard of this before, and was so frightened that he dared not speak. He recalled the scene when the tribesmen were performing the communion ceremony and Mike was chanting spells from an ancient book. Although the words were different, the sense of mystery was the same. This... maybe this is the mysterious ballad that only the God of Calling can understand, but... the words are too profound and obscure. I listened to it from beginning to end, but I couldn't understand a single word! "Well, young man, there are two rules for fortune-telling here. First, the secret that I know in advance, that is, the answer on the sign, can only be shown to you once. Second, you can’t tell them the divination process after you get out. If you reveal the secret, you will die a miserable death.” The young man didn't actually understand everything he said, but he could guess the general meaning and nodded slowly.
"I hope you are a person who knows what is good and what is bad, but let me ask you, you are so big, are you married?" “I got married last year…” When he said that, Liu Yonglu drooped his eyes and snorted, without turning over the cards, and continued asking. "Then let me ask you, do you have any children?" We just got married last year, how can we have a child this year? The young man answered without thinking: "No." "Snapped!" Liu Yonglu flipped over the wooden board and saw the word "NO" on it! "What's wrong? You don't have any children! I told you that long ago! We are so good at fortune-telling that we beat you up!" The young man was horrified and sat there speechless for a long time. He always felt that there was something wrong with this divination, but he couldn't put it into words for the time being. "Then you calculate the next time..." "Bang!" This time Liu Yonglu didn't flip the wooden board, but he slapped the box under the board hard. "What did I say just now? The oracle can only appear once! Do you want to die? It doesn't matter if you don't want to live. Do you know how much disaster this broken rule of yours will bring to your village? Can you afford it? " Liu Yonglu spoke in a stern voice with a frightened look on his face, and became extremely furious. This shout frightened the young man so much that he stammered and dared not speak any more. "Go out. If anyone refuses to obey, you can replace him in." Liu Yonglu sent the young man away by waving a fly away. Outside the warehouse, several other villagers huddled together waiting for news. The door opened with a creak, and the young man who had just been fortune-telling walked out with a dull look in his eyes. "So, can a follower of a fallen false god predict the future? Let's go in now, drag him out and cuff him to the wooden rack!" The young man waved his hand and sat down on the wooden box next to him. "Is he dumb? Or did he really get it right?" "I calculated it right." The young man closed his mouth after answering, unwilling to say more. His mind was still confused and he needed to sort out what had just happened. "Did he also summon the gods and use some unknown power? What was the specific ritual?" One-eyed Mike, who was relatively worldly-wise among the crowd, asked in a deep voice. “Well, he did perform the summoning ritual… but that ritual… is hard for me to describe, as I’ve never seen it before. As for the specific divination process, I can’t tell you.” The other villagers whispered to each other that the development of the matter was beyond their expectations. Originally, several people had sharpened their knives and were ready to go in and cut off Liu Yonglu's tendons in his hands and feet, drag him onto the wooden frame, and enjoy the holy communion of the false god's believers under the gaze of the great Basatan.
But now...what should I do? "Shoemaker Rami, try again." One-Eyed Mike, with a gloomy face, directed another tribesman into the warehouse. But this time, just like last time, 10 minutes later, Rami walked out of the warehouse with a dull look on his face, full of disbelief. He kept muttering, "I really don't have a coffee pot at home... I guessed it right... How is it possible..." The fortune teller accidentally predicted the coffee pot... One-eyed Mike was still not giving up and sent five more tribesmen in to do divination, but they all came back with the same results. Although they all felt that something was wrong, they had to admit that the false god believer sitting in the room did possess some special ability to predict the future. Liu Yonglu was actually taking a risky move this time. If he performed this trick in Aixel Town, he would most likely be exposed, but this is a dead end. Villagers cannot leave here after they are born. Apart from completing daily production work, they also participate in religious ceremonies. They have never received any formal education, and their thinking logic is inevitably rigid and childish. This is why Liu Yonglu can easily succeed. In order to prevent these stupid villagers from figuring out the trick, he added a few more defensive measures, such as only turning the card once, not allowing bystanders, and instructing the fortune teller not to exchange information after leaving. These all helped him to fool these fools. In short, in the end everyone, including One-Eyed Mike, had to admit that this guy covered in tattoos did have some skills. "Dear guest, we acknowledge your profound knowledge and wisdom. Now, let's talk business." Inside the warehouse, the people of Yimei Village gathered together again and sat in front of Liu Yonglu, but this time the vigilant and fierce looks on their faces were gone. Instead, they looked at Liu Yonglu, who was rubbing his feet in front of them, with awe. "It's not like I'm being fussy. I should have been quick and decisive from the beginning. I've already gotten it right now." Liu Yonglu saw the expressions of the group of people and knew that the situation was already decided. He flicked the mud ball and continued: "In fact, my request is very simple. I want to join you." "join us?" One-eyed Mike was shocked again. The person in front of him had broken his cognition many times today. The Imei family had been in the Dead Bone Marsh for hundreds of years, but this was the first time someone had taken the initiative to join them. "Why? No? Aren't the two skills we just showed enough?" "That's not the case. It's just that our people have all received the Holy Foot since birth. I have never had the experience of receiving the Holy Foot from an adult like you." One-Eyed Mike was not lying. The chapel where the village ceremonies were performed was just behind the warehouse. There was a foot-cutting knife under the ritual table, but that was for babies. With an ankle as thick as Liu Yonglu's, the blade would probably not be able to be cut even if it was bent. "Tsk, you are too stubborn. Are all the people in your organization in the village? There is no branch outside the village? I can't finish reporting there." Liu Yonglu was still trying to get answers; no matter how the other party answered, he would be able to obtain additional information. "Oh, that does make sense, but... I wonder what your purpose is in joining us?" “It’s good for me to believe in your God. Look how well your village is managed. Under such harsh natural conditions, everyone still maintains a thriving cohesion. That...babadan, I think it's good, it teaches people to be good!" After listening to Liu Yonglu's praise, the villagers behind One-Eyed Mike felt embarrassed and lowered their heads slightly. "Basatan, the name of the distant and great god is Basatan." One-eyed Mike corrected nervously.
"Yes, Basatan, I plan to have a good chat with him. We can learn from each other and make progress together. Only in this way can we make our religious cause better and better." Liu Yonglu's expression was sincere and his tone was heartfelt. "Well, wait a moment. I'll write a letter for you. You can take our token and go find Lewis in Excel Town. He is also a subject of the God." Lewis? Liu Yonglu thought it sounded familiar. Oh, by the way, Hughes mentioned that it was this man who led him to the Dead Bone Beach to smuggle liquor. After all, he was also a high-ranking official in the church. No wonder. Ten minutes later, One-Eyed Mike handed a letter and a ring to Liu Yonglu. The ring was made of brass and inlaid with a turquoise emblem. "Aren't you allowed to leave the Dead Bone Flats? Why are there still people living in the town?" Liu Yonglu still had one last question. “Our ancestors were a pair of brothers. At the beginning, only the elder brother signed a contract with the gods, but the younger brother did not. His descendants are not bound by the contract and can live outside the Dead Bone Shoal. The ring in your hand is also a replica of the holy object that completed the contract. The real one is now in Lewis's hands." So it's you who gets beaten and others who get to eat the meat, otherwise you must be stupid to be fooled by me, Liu Yonglu secretly complained in his heart. "Okay, guys, today we're acquainted. I'll bring a few cans of hot sauce and see you guys next time. I'm leaving now. Don't see me off. I'll remember the way." Seeing that he had done his job, Liu Yonglu prepared to slip away. After all, it was a dangerous place and it would not be easy to stay there for long. But just as he stepped out of the warehouse, he heard One-Eyed Mike's shout again from behind: "Wait a minute, dear guest, please wait a moment!" The crosstalk performers are here, today's work is here, I hope you like it, welcome to comment and read more (End of this chapter)