Xie Qiao was very serious. She sat there and kept staring across.
The young swindler wanted to tell the fortune of the old swindler... What was going on?!
Jiang Jinlu could not help but mutter secretly. He could not help but be curious what his senior sister would say when she met this old man later…
"That old man has harmed people before. A ghoul is holding his eyeballs." Xie Qiao took out some dried worms from the bamboo basket and handed them to Da Xiong.
Jiang Jinlu looked over.
There was nothing.
The old man was wearing a gray robe. It was unknown how many years he had kept his beard. It was very long and covered his mouth. It had been trimmed, and he did not look particularly messy. He was thin and kind-looking.
The old man was reading a woman's palm. It was unknown what he was saying, but his eyes seemed to be bewitched by the wind and sand. Occasionally, he would raise her hand and rub it.
