Online Fortune Telling: Your Son Has Another Dad-Chapter 270 - 268: Unlucky

"Thank you for your attention and support, young friend!"

Lu Heng smiled and nodded, then asked, "And how shall I address you, young friend?"

"Old Daoist, my surname is Qi!"

"You can just call me ’Xiǎo Qi’."

"Bitter Tea Red Tea" replied hurriedly.

"Young Friend Qi, is it?"

"What would you like to know tonight, young friend?"

Lu Heng asked with a smile on his face.

"Daoist, I would like you to tell me about my father!"

Qi had already decided what he wanted to know, so when he heard Lu Heng’s question, he answered without thinking.

"Daoist, let me introduce first..."

"This is my mother!"

Qi pointed to the middle-aged woman next to him and introduced her with a smile.

"Hello, Daoist!"

The middle-aged woman nodded and politely greeted him.

Lu Heng slightly nodded, waiting for Qi to continue.

"Daoist, actually, I’ve never believed in things like fortune telling or feng shui."

"I think these things are feudal remnants, just scams..."

As Qi spoke, he suddenly remembered that he was actually asking the Daoist for help with fortune telling.

So he quickly amended, "Of course, except for you, Daoist!"

"You’re different from those frauds, you have real skills!"

Lu Heng heard this and smiled faintly, not minding at all.

Qi continued, "But recently, I suddenly got curious whether this so-called feng shui and fate is real or not?"

"My confusion is completely due to a series of unfortunate incidents my father has been going through recently."

"A week ago, while we were having dinner at home, he slipped while carrying soup and sprained his ankle."

"Five days ago, while he was showering, the electric water heater suddenly leaked electricity for no reason, almost electrocuting him."

"Three days ago, he and my mother went out for a walk and got hit by a stone kicked up by a passing vehicle, bruising his eye."

"Just yesterday, while fishing with friends, he caught a big fish and pulled hard, but the fish didn’t come up and the rod snapped. The broken rod bounced back and left a cut on his forehead."

"This morning, he went out to buy breakfast, but accidentally missed a step on the stairs. He tumbled from the third floor, breaking his right calf..."

At this point, Qi shook his head helplessly.

"I don’t know what’s going on."

"Is it just pure bad luck?"

"Or did he somehow provoke something, leading to one misfortune after another?"

"So, I want to ask you, Daoist, to see what’s really going on with my father."

After Qi finished speaking, he looked at Lu Heng with anticipation.

The other viewers, hearing about Qi’s father’s misfortunes, laughed until they leaned back and forth.

"Oh my, why is Qi’s dad as unlucky as that Ju Huasong before?"

"Not even close! How could he be as unlucky as our Ms. Ju?"

"Exactly, you might never find another like Ju Huasong in the whole Dragon Country."

"Haha! I thought with his mom present, Qi couldn’t act up, turns out I’m still too young!"

"It’s not Qi who’s acting up, it’s his dad!"

"Speaking of bad luck, I was unlucky yesterday too! On the subway to work, I met a pretty girl and added her on WeChat. After work, I asked if she had a boyfriend. She said yes, and he was lying beside her reading our chat..."

"Isn’t this a kind of NTR?"

"Cheer up, buddy! Scoring without a goalkeeper is meaningless!"

"NTR man, die!"

"Don’t give up, with a girlfriend there’s only one competitor, without one, who knows how many!"

"The highest level of flirting isn’t asking for WeChat, but gaining trust through confident conversation!"

"You chat so freely, feeling like lifelong friends, that night neither you nor she went home..."

"Was it a house swap?"

"Damn! When I was walking my dog yesterday, a bird dropped its droppings right on my mouth, made me feel sick!"

"Old Tie, you should smack your lips and see what that bird ate?"

"Such talents in this livestream, I’m laughing till it hurts!"

The middle-aged woman, seeing her son’s earnest expression, couldn’t help but frown.

"Son, is he accurate?"

"Don’t be fooled!"

The middle-aged woman couldn’t help but speak out.

"Mom, don’t worry!"

"In terms of fortune telling, no one can match this old Daoist!"

As a long-time fan of the livestream, Qi is well aware of Lu Heng’s skills.

So he didn’t hesitate to pat his chest and assure her.

But seeing her son so determined, the middle-aged woman’s frown deepened.

Clearly, she thought her son was being fooled!

After hesitating for a moment, she asked, "How much does this Daoist charge for a fortune telling?"

"Just one Cloud-Piercing Arrow, about five hundred bucks."

Qi replied casually.

"What? Five hundred?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged woman’s eyes widened in shock, "Why is it so expensive?"

"At the big temple, fortune telling at a stall costs at most one or two hundred."

"You’re definitely overpaying!"

Qi laughed, "Mom, while stall fortune tellers can do it, they’re nothing like the Daoist!"

"Their so-called fortune telling is just bluffing and deception."

"But the Daoist can truly tell fortunes, and he’s always spot on!"

"I’ve watched so many livestreams and the Daoist hasn’t been wrong about anyone yet!"

"With his accuracy, it’s only right that he charges a bit more."

"Besides, the Daoist doesn’t keep the money from fortune telling, he donates it all..."

"But... isn’t this still too expensive?"

The middle-aged woman thought for a moment, then shook her head, "How about we go to the big temple tomorrow."

"We can hire a fortune teller from there, save half the cost!"

Qi heard this and was speechless.

He patiently explained, "Mom, I’ve told you before, those fortune tellers are all frauds!"

"They can’t tell you anything, they just say vague things, or comfort you psychologically."

"But the Daoist is different!"

"Whatever you want to know, he can tell you."

"Previously, the Daoist solved unsolved cases for the police and even caught a fugitive in hiding!"

"He’s... really that amazing?"

After listening, the middle-aged woman found it hard to believe.

"Of course!"

Qi nodded firmly and continued, "Past or future, if the Daoist wants to know, he can tell!"

"This..."

Hearing this, a flash of panic crossed the middle-aged woman’s eyes.

"Forget it, let’s not do it!"

"Tomorrow... let’s go to the big temple..."

She shook her head repeatedly, seemingly more resistant.