Meng Jingzhou covered his eyes, screaming in agony, causing the people around to crowd and watch, which gave Lu Yang quite a scare.
"Hey, hey, hey, if you're telling fortunes just stick to that, how come you've also learned to pull a scam, can't you learn something decent?"
Passersby pointed and made comments about Meng Jingzhou; being the local populace, they often saw him around here.
"He's definitely trying to swindle someone."
"Yeah, he's been setting up his stall here for so long and hardly has any customers, he must be making money with these kinds of tricks."
"Swindle my ass." Meng Jingzhou retorted angrily. Normally, it was all smooth sailing, but today, of all days, he, a prestigious Semi-Immortal, was being mistaken for a street hustler just because he encountered Old Lu.