"Renchen, Guichou, Bingxu, Xinmao..." Master Zhang read.
Master Zhang frowned at the birthday on the talisman. Those people who came to him in the past only showed him their lunar birthdays, and then he would calculate the eight characters of a horoscope for them.
But this young man showed him the eight characters of a horoscope directly, which somewhat surprised him.
What Zhao Yu gave the master was exactly what he had found in the shroud of the dead girl. In fact, he was not here to know what was going to happen to him in the future. He was there to find out if the master knew of the yellow talisman or not.
If the master could recognize who wrote the eight characters of the horoscope, the case would become clear for him in a moment.
Therefore, this was one of the reasons why Zhao Yu insisted on meeting the master today.