C88 Zhang Banxian

"Hey, fortune-teller, come over and tell us your divination."

The few sentries were doing nothing, so they waved to greet the fortune-teller. However, the fortune-teller did not even look at them and continued to drive the donkey forward. As he walked, his mouth was still singing the Ying Chuan's melody.

"The loess of Ying Chuan, the land of death, the place of great calamity.

"Alright