Chen Hao had barely taken two steps before he ran into the curly-haired man.
The curly-haired man in the Daoist robe had seen everything that had happened earlier perfectly clearly. Still, after getting used to being treated as a master, it was hard for him to suddenly humble himself.
He maintained his unfathomable air, wearing gray sunglasses with his hands clasped behind his back.
A breeze lifted his Daoist robe, which was slit all the way up to his hips, exposing his hairy thighs and a pair of torn lace stockings underneath.
The sight was so jarring that even Chen Hao, composed as he was, nearly lost it.
Originally, Chen Hao had no intention of wasting words on this so-called master. He just wanted to inspect the vein and head home early.
Yet the man opened by saying, "Young man, despite your tender age, the space between your brows looks rather gray. It seems a terrible calamity awaits you today."
Chen Hao was immediately annoyed. Wasn't this bastard practically cursing me? "Master, you're really something. You can tell fortunes as well as read feng shui?"
The curly-haired master laughed and stroked his full beard. "Of course! I, Master Hu, am an expert in feng shui, divination, character reading, and fortune-telling!"
Hearing his heavily accented Mandarin, Chen Hao smiled. "Master Hu, where are you from?"
Master Hu narrowed his eyes with a smile. "Take a guess. Here's a hint: the first syllable of my home province is 'Hu.'"
"Hunan?" Chen Hao guessed with a frown.
Master Hu shook his head. "Nope!"
Chen Hao tried again. "Hubei?"
Master Hu shook his head again. "Not that either!"
Chen Hao gave Qin Yumo a puzzled look. "Besides Hunan and Hubei, does China have any other provinces that start with 'Hu'?"
Qin Yumo frowned too