Jiang Ning and the others had barely taken a few steps when the sound of an engine suddenly came from behind them.
A black Audi pulled up outside Uncle Tang's house. The door opened, and out stepped a young woman, followed closely by a bearded middle-aged man.
He wore a yellow Taoist robe and held a dust whisk, looking every bit the immortal sage.
"Ah, Master Meng, you're here!" Uncle Tang clutched his aching lower back and hurried forward respectfully.
Master Meng put on quite an air, lifting his eyelids slightly. "You must be the old man plagued by a serious illness?"
Uncle Tang the Shennong nodded repeatedly and led him toward his home.
Teacher Qian was cracking sunflower seeds outside his house and introduced him. "That's Master Meng. He's quite famous around here. Not only can he tell fortunes, he can treat illnesses too."
Chen Siyu asked curiously, "Really? Is he that good?"
Teacher Qian's gaze was sharp. "There was an old man from a village south of here who went missing. His family searched for days without finding him, so they went to Master Meng. He only said the word 'south.' The family searched southward, and they quickly found the missing old man."
Chen Siyu was shaken. "Can he see through Heavenly Secrets?"
Zhang Butcher, who was nearby, gave a disdainful snort. "Pretending to be a god or ghost. What kind of crap is that? Bawang!"
The Black Back Wolfhound barked, "Woof!"
Zhang Butcher extended two fingers and slashed them sideways. "Go!"
The moment he spoke, the Black Back Wolfhound kicked off with its hind legs and lunged at Master Meng at high speed.
Chen Siqing was stunned. Oh my God, Jiang Ning, are your neighbors this brutal? He's openly setting his dog on someone!
A vicious dog