The two bald men walked toward the Accessory Shop at an unhurried pace. Their waists bulged conspicuously, most likely because they were carrying weapons.
Just as the two bald men reached the entrance of the Accessory Shop, a Middle-aged Fat Man walked out of the funeral wreath and shroud shop next door. He wore a bright yellow Taoist robe, beneath which his huge belly looked as though he were ten months pregnant. Combined with the feces-yellow shoulder bag hanging from his shoulder, his overall appearance was strikingly incongruous.
The Middle-aged Fat Man was none other than Ma Fatty, a feng shui master. He was one of Su Xiao's few friends and had gone out to help someone inspect their feng shui.
Ma Fatty only had a superficial understanding of feng shui, but he possessed a tongue that could talk the dead back to life. As a result, he had thrived.
It had to be said that although Ma Fatty was a swindler, he still had some conscience. Once, an old woman invited him to examine a strange illness afflicting her grandson.
How could Ma Fatty know how to treat illnesses? But business had come knocking, and refusing to go would ruin his reputation. When Ma Fatty arrived at the client's home, he immediately realized that something was wrong. The little boy's face was gray and ashen, and he looked listless.
Upon noticing this, Ma Fatty had a sudden inspiration and rapidly began performing a divination. The result was that the boy had to be rushed to the city hospital at once. That was the meaning of some 'deity' or other.
Although the old woman was completely bewildered, Ma Fatty had spoken with such firmness that, without giving the boy talisman water or performing any ritual, he called 120 within five