chapter 3 Damn it

"Only when you reach the realm of Nascent Soul Soul, can you take out the artifacts without destroying the feng shui of our the Fulmer family ancestral tombs, and at the same time have the strength not to be afraid of enemies coming to your door. So before that, you still need to bear the humiliation and continue to be the Ye family's The son-in-law who came to your door——"

These were his grandfather's last words, and Zac Fulmer remembered them in his heart.

In the next few days, Zac Fulmer practiced very hard. When the sun rose in the east, he quietly came to the back hill of the community to absorb the morning glow. At night, under the moon, he breathed in the essence of the moon.

Unfortunately, such practice is extremely slow.

Therefore, Zac Fulmer needs to find another way to absorb spiritual energy. Otherwise, it will be impossible to cultivate to the realm of Nascent Soul.

There are many treasures of heaven and earth in this world. These treasures absorb the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, and are collectively called spiritual treasures. They are the tonics coveted by immortal cultivators.

Zac Fulmer didn't have time to look for it, so he needed a lot of money to buy it.

On an overpass in the urban area of ​​Lumoria City, Zac Fulmer came out to set up a stall for the first time. He sat cross-legged on the ground, with a piece of white paper in front of him with a few large characters written on Feng Shui and fortune telling.

Without money, Zac Fulmer can only rely on his skills to make money.

"Young man, do you look like a fortune teller at such a young age? Even a blind person can see that you are a swindler."

"Exactly, look at you, you don't look like a fortune teller at all, you look like a beggar!"

"——"

On the overpass, there were almost all fortune tellers setting up stalls, and all of them were making fun of Zac Fulmer.

There was either a small desk in front of them, or a gossip chart spread out on the ground. As for Zac Fulmer, he scrawled a few big characters on a piece of white paper. He really looked like a swindler. Charlatan.

The key point is that most fortune tellers are over fifty, but Zac Fulmer is a young boy who is too unique.

Zac Fulmer ignored these fortune tellers, closed his eyes and meditated, feeling the spiritual energy in his body traveling through the meridians throughout his body——

Seeing that Zac Fulmer didn't respond at all, these fortune tellers were tired of cursing and could only give him a roll of their eyes before giving up.

People were passing by on the overpass, and there were many people who believed in fate and patronized the fortune tellers' stalls. Only Zac Fulmer was deserted.

Even some passers-by would say something bad to Zac Fulmer: "What is wrong with you at such a young age? Why do you want to be a liar? And you still have brain problems. You want to tell fortunes and cheat money. Do you think others are fools?"

Zac Fulmer ignored it and continued to meditate.

"Wanyu, isn't that Zac Fulmer?"

On the pedestrian street under the overpass, a tall woman with picturesque features pointed at Zac Fulmer sitting on the overpass and said to a woman next to her.

That woman's pretty face was as cold as ice, and she was serious in speech. She was none other than Winnie York, the famous Bingshan Beauty CEO.

Winnie York heart trembled. She raised her head and looked at Zac Fulmer, looking at the familiar back and side profile. If it wasn't Zac Fulmer, who else could it be?

Why is he here, and he even sets up a stall to tell fortunes!

Is he short of money?

Even if you are short of money, you won't do this deceiving thing.

Winnie York's face became colder and colder, as cold as an iceberg. She could tolerate Zac Fulmer Yang's uselessness and good-for-nothing, but she absolutely couldn't tolerate her husband being a trickster who deceived those Marilyn Houston and old men!

In today's era, only the older generation believes in fortune telling.

"Yanran, let's go!"

"Walk?"

Hearing Winnie York's words, Taylor Lynch was stunned for a moment, and said angrily: "What do you want from such a man? If it were me, I would rush over, slap him, and divorce him!"

"I don't want to divorce him, but this marriage was promised by my grandfather. Until now, my grandfather is protecting him,"Winnie York said solemnly.

"Leave this matter to me, and I'll let him file for divorce with you."

"Yanran, don't do this!"

"Don't worry, I'm measured."

Taylor Lynch said, looking at Zac Fulmer with eyes full of hatred.

After the two glanced at Zac Fulmer, they continued shopping——

Zac Fulmer was still meditating with his eyes closed, completely unaware of the existence of Winnie York and Taylor Lynch under the bridge.

Zac Fulmer is quite familiar with Taylor Lynch . She is the apple of the Lin family's eye, and the Lin family is a large-scale real estate company in Nanjiang with billions of assets.

Every time Taylor Lynch came to Winnie York house as a guest, Zac Fulmer was always frightened because Taylor Lynch would always make things difficult for him in every possible way.

Taylor Lynch is as beautiful as a flower, and she and Winnie York are very good friends. The two of them are known as the two beauties of Nanjiang. They are super white, rich and beautiful in the eyes of all male compatriots, and they are the lovers of the public.

It's just that Winnie York became a recognized joke in Nanjiang after marrying a loser who didn't dare to go out all night.

At sunset and dusk, when the afterglow shone on the overpass, the fortune tellers began to close their stalls one after another, and Zac Fulmer slowly stood up and prepared to go home.

At this time, a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes strode forward with a surly expression.

Zac Fulmer glanced at him and his face lit up with joy. After waiting for a day, he finally had a sponsor.

"Sir, please stay!"

Zac Fulmer, who hadn't spoken for a whole day, suddenly called out to the middle-aged man.

The fortune tellers who had already put away their stalls all looked at Zac Fulmer.

This middle-aged man has thick eyebrows and tiger eyes, and he is not an ordinary person with every step he walks. However, this kind of person is even more difficult to mess with.

The middle-aged man frowned, looked at Zac Fulmer, and his expression became even more disgusting. He sneered and said, "You want to tell my fortune?"

"That's not necessary. You have a plump heaven and thick earlobes. You are a blessed person,"Zac Fulmer said with a smile, "It's just——"

The middle-aged man smiled coldly again: "Just what?"

"It's just that the dark circles under your eyes are a bit serious right now. I'm afraid you haven't slept well for several days,"Zac Fulmer said with a smile.

"hey-hey!"

There were jeers in my ears. It came from those fortune tellers. They must be a little bit skillful when they come out to cheat. The dark circles under the eyes are due to insomnia. Even a three-year-old child understands this.

"Ha ha!"

The middle-aged man laughed: "Say boy, do you know who I am? How dare you make fun of me?"

As he spoke, he looked coldly and stared at Zac Fulmer fiercely.

Zac Fulmer expression remained unchanged: "Although you are a wealthy and powerful person, you can avoid natural disasters, but you cannot control man-made disasters——"

The middle-aged man's body trembled——

Zac Fulmer hesitated to speak. After a golden light flashed in his eyes, he muttered something: "There are lines on the corners of your mouth, and your hall is shrouded in a cloud of black energy. Sir, you are evil!"

Hit evil?

Hearing these two words, everyone present was frightened.

In this age, who still believes in superstitions about ghosts and monsters?