Chapter 1: Little Lei and Uncle Shen Gun

Xiao Lei is indifferent; he has long since grown accustomed to this. His life does not require concern for others' opinions, and he himself does not care how others think or speak. On a daily basis, he drifts through school, his academic performance neither particularly good nor particularly poor. In his spare time, he plays on the computer and practices taekwondo to release excess energy. Life is quite satisfactory; in short, after getting through this year's examinations, he plans to attend a third-rate university. He will then rely on doing some part-time work to earn a little money, and with the inheritance left by his mother, it will be sufficient to support him until he graduates from university and finds a job.

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Fortunately, his mother left behind a considerable fortune, which has supported him in his education until now. Sometimes, Xiao Lei cannot help but entertain malicious thoughts, wondering if this idle uncle has come to adopt him out of a desire for the inheritance left by his mother

The old charlatan let out a loud belch and shamelessly said, "The things I share are... wearing the clothes you wash, eating the food you cook, and conveniently living in the room you have cleaned!"

Xiao Lei said nothing, merely rolled his eyes and left

As for this uncle, hehe... This uncle seems to have no legitimate occupation. They have settled in a house on Miao Street in the southern part of the city, which is said to be a property left by the mother... As for this uncle's job? Hehe.

However, speaking of which, this old fellow has run away, and he himself has become quite carefree, no longer having to take care of this lazy creature, who is as lazy as a pig, every day like a servant

"Old man, get up and eat!" Xiao Lei shouted coldly, turning around and walking out, pretending not to see the sock perched on Wu Daozi's head

If one day, an unexpected stroke of incredible luck suddenly falls upon you, what would happen

Hmm? Could it be that he owes someone gambling debts and is about to run away? ... Uh ... It seems quite possible.

Due to his background, Xiao Lei has few friends at school. It is not that he has a reclusive personality; to be fair, he is quite a kind and gentle person. However, having spent too much time with that lazy old scoundrel, Wu Daozi, Xiao Lei has also picked up some of his laid-back traits. When it comes to matters that do not concern him, he is definitely one to keep his distance. Even when he sees an accident on the road, he absolutely does not stop to watch, opting instead to take a detour.

It is probably similar to those melodramatic romance dramas aired at 8 PM, where the mother is a single mom abandoned by a bad man

Who is really adopting whom? I originally thought I had gained a relative and elder, but who would have known that ever since Xiao Lei learned to do things a few years ago, he has become this old fellow's personal steward. Ever since Xiao Lei gradually grew up and became capable of doing housework a few years ago, the old rascal has basically developed the habit of having everything served to him on a platter.

The approximate outcome will resemble that of the male protagonist in a fantasy novel, casually exuding an aura of a king, and then all the kingdoms and beautiful women will gladly accept him...

Sleeping to the point where one's socks are on top of the head, this can indeed be considered impressive!

His appearance is quite ordinary, belonging to the delicate and reserved type. However, the currently popular type is the sunny, super handsome man, and someone like Xiao Lei, with a more traditional delicate look, basically has no market anymore

My apologies, but isn't this the name of the ancient painter revered as a saint?

The name Xiao Lei is quite unusual

Traveling abroad? Just a fraudster trying to make money, truly considering himself a recluse, putting on a show with this so-called travel!

Seeing the unscrupulous old man devouring his food like a wolf, Xiao Lei could only smile wryly and shake his head

It is likely that the wealthier individuals are increasingly afraid of death, constantly seeking various means to calculate their fortunes and misfortunes. Even if they know they are being deceived, they consider it a way to spend some money for a sense of comfort

Well, to put it simply, he is a professional charlatan! However, it seems that the old rascal does possess some genuine skills, so he cannot be entirely dismissed as a mere quack.

His name is simply "Lei." The reason he does not have a complete name is that his mother passed away from a heart attack during childbirth. The hospital records indicate that his father should have the surname Lei.

Xiao Lei once asked, "Since it is about sharing the burden, what exactly do you share?"

Having put on my shoes, I casually said, "I am going to school," and as I grabbed my bag and was about to head out, Wu Daozi called out from behind, "Wait a moment."

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With a few swift movements, he completed the tasks of drawing and writing, tossed breakfast onto the table, and then ran to his uncle's door and kicked it hard.

Currently, Xiao Lei is eighteen years old, without parents, and has only one "uncle," who is said to be a distant brother of his mother. Xiao Lei has no other direct relatives and can only rely on this uncle for companionship.

This fellow, whose name is also interesting, is a perfectly modern person, yet he has the audacity to name himself "Wu Daozi"

In the words of an old sage: "My lord, I have raised you after all. As a way to repay my nurturing grace, you should take on a portion of the household chores from now on, which includes washing clothes, cooking, and cleaning the rooms"

Just as I stepped out of the door, I saw a table full of steaming dishes and couldn't help but chuckle, "Good little Lei, it was worth my affection for you."

Uh... are you dreaming?

Wu Daozi rolled his eyes and said lightly, "Today, I am going on a long journey, traveling with my fellow cultivator to seek out... that... the spiritual energy of heaven and earth... uh, for the next few days, you will have to take care of yourself. I left some money in the cabinet, so be careful with everything. If the money is not enough... uh..." After thinking for a moment, his eyes slightly turned, and he said lightly, "Then you can just go hungry. Also, don't forget to keep an eye on the shop. During the days I am away, please look after the business. After all, you have already learned seven parts of my true teachings, so it should be sufficient to manage some fortune-telling and divination for those wealthy individuals. hetushu.com.com."

Thinking of this, Xiao Lei's mood improved once again

As for his father, Xiao Lei has never seen him and does not even know who he is

"You scoundrel!" (a famous insult), this good-for-nothing old rascal, may the ancestral master strike you with lightning!" Xiao Lei muttered resentfully under his breath, then looked up at the sky and said earnestly: "My apologies, my apologies, ancestral master above, I am not cursing that fellow. It’s just that he is also your disciple; if he is not punished a little, it would also be a loss of face for you, ancestral master."

Skilled in fortune-telling, divination, palmistry, and well-versed in the I Ching and Bagua, this uncle, when at leisure, would also take a compass to offer feng shui consultations. He even ventured to investigate rumors of hauntings, encountering unclean entities. Dressed in a coarse, poorly made apricot-yellow robe, he carried several talismans and wielded a peach wood sword to exorcise evil spirits and capture ghosts

If all else fails, one might as well follow the example of that old fellow and become a fortune teller, drawing talismans every day and using a compass to offer feng shui consultations. Becoming a professional fortune teller could indeed ensure a comfortable living. However, I have heard that my uncle's reputation has gradually grown over the past few years, with many people coming to him daily for fortune-telling and feng shui advice. High-end cars are often parked at the entrance of his home, clearly indicating that his clientele includes individuals of considerable status.

The person on the bed rolled over with a swift motion, but unfortunately forgot that the bed was too narrow compared to the bookshelf, letting out a cry as they fell to the floor. Holding their head, they struggled to get up, picked up a broken jar from the ground, and casually drew a bamboo stick used for fortune-telling. After examining it closely, they calculated with their fingers and shook their head, sighing: "Hmm... no trace and no sign, hard to find near or far, a storm arises from nowhere, seeming to laugh yet turning to tears. Holding their head, they struggled to get up, picked up a broken jar from the ground, and casually drew a bamboo stick used for fortune-telling. After examining it closely, they calculated with their fingers and shook their head, sighing: 'Hmm... no trace and no sign, hard to find near or far, a storm arises from nowhere, seeming to laugh yet turning to tears. Well, well, this sign is not auspicious... It seems today is not suitable for anything... No wonder I woke up with a terrible headache this morning... It seems my skills in the way have greatly improved recently.' Having said that, they rubbed their forehead where they had bumped it.

With a loud bang, the door was kicked open, revealing a disheveled room resembling a dog kennel. A pile of dirty clothes was haphazardly stacked at the head of the bed, and a person lay sprawled on one side, covered by a blanket. The entire room was filled with a strong smell of smoke and alcohol

Uh ... ... it seems quite difficult to say ... ...

At eighteen years old, Xiao Lei stands at approximately one hundred and eighty centimeters tall, which is quite rare among people from the southern regions. Having faced difficulties since childhood, he has never been able to gain weight, but he has developed a strong and sturdy physique

"What are you doing?" Xiao Lei immediately turned around warily and said, "I will be back very late tonight, and I won't have time to make you sauce braised pork knuckle!"

Upon reaching this point, Xiao Lei let out a long sigh, stretched vigorously, and caught a whiff of a burnt smell. Looking down at the black object in the frying pan, he exclaimed with a mournful expression: "Damn it, I almost burnt the fried egg!"