C88 Zhang Banxian

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

A few sentries, who were quite idle, raised their hands to greet the fortune-teller. But the fortune-teller did not even look at them. He continued to drive the donkey, singing the little tune of Yingchuan as he walked.

"Ying Chuan loess, the land of death, the end of the world."

"Alright, fortune-teller, you're cursing us