Yu Tingwan's gaze returned from the selection of the child.
Clearly, this was more exciting.
The stall owner: ???
Could he tolerate this?
He didn't care about his stall anymore, rolled up his sleeves, ready to deal with the Daoist.
But he only took one step.
The Daoist flipped the divination coin: "Your kinship is shallow, and you were not raised by your biological parents."
The stall owner stopped in his tracks.
Daoist: "There is a calamity in your fate, at the age of thirty-two."
Daoist: "How old are you now?"
The stall owner's voice was trembling.
"Thir... Thirty-four."
"That was two years ago, you were on the brink of life and death."
Daoist unhurriedly: "You were lucky to survive, but someone close to you died."
The stall owner's legs went weak at this moment.
He was adopted by his uncle.
He used to do manual labor by the mines to the west of Ze County, not far from Wuyang City.
Mining was dangerous, and people often were buried inside.
