You said you would tell fortunes, so you can catch ghosts and exterminate zombies easily?

Su Chen did not agree with the City God of Cuicheng.

Managing the underworld of a city requires a lot of energy, so it is normal for a city god to be unable to do so.

It is also possible that clues were found but there was no definite evidence.

Anyway...

No comment without seeing the full picture.

Thinking of another question, Su Chen touched the boy's head.

"Master City God, this child is not a normal reincarnation, right?"

Su Chen did not hide the evil energy condensed in the boy's body, and the City God of Cuicheng could see it at a glance.

He nodded.

"Every ten days, the Book of Life and Death will generate a new batch of reincarnation rosters. The Reincarnation Department is responsible for notifying and gathering the reincarnated souls, and having them wait at the reincarnation entrance in advance."

After pondering for a moment, the City God of Cuicheng frowned and said, "Because the list is generated by the Book of Life and Death itself, the possibility of reincarnation being manipulated is very small."

"We City Gods can add names to the Book of Life and Death, but the limit is limited to five per month. However, if we violate the laws of heaven, our merits will be reduced, and our cultivation will even regress. Therefore, we usually only add names when someone with great merit dies unexpectedly."

Su Chen suddenly realized.

"Master City God, don't you suspect that your old friend was forcibly reincarnated by the City God?"

The City God of Cuicheng shook his head.

"My friend isn't a person of great merit. Even if the judge wants to reincarnate, it has to be arranged by the Book of Life and Death. He wouldn't dare to hurt himself like this."

He fixed his gaze on the boy again and frowned.

"How exactly is reincarnation achieved? Or...is it not reincarnation at all?"

Thinking of this, he raised his palm and an ancient scroll appeared.

Slowly unfolding, a grey aura immediately locked onto the boy.

Immediately afterwards, several gray auras spread out, and in a moment, the boy's name, age and other information appeared on the Book of Life and Death.

"Song Gousheng, 7 years old..."

What's this name?

The corners of Su Chen's mouth twitched.

The City God of Cuicheng didn't care about the name, but was puzzled.

"Is there really any other place in this world where one can reincarnate besides the Samsara Department?"

Su Chen shook his head.

The underworld did not exist in the original world, and he knew very little about it.

This world does have information supplemented by the Exorcist Group, but after all, they don’t know as much as the City God of this prefecture.

It’s a pity that even the City God of Cuicheng doesn’t know about it, so it may be difficult to find clues.

He had a vague feeling that Song Gousheng's reincarnation was of great importance.

"what?"

Su Chen looked at the City God of Cuicheng who spoke in confusion.

"He changed his name."

As they were talking, Honghong and the others came running out happily.

"Dad, Dad, we found a good name."

"This younger brother can be called Shumo, what do you think?"

Su Chen looked at the boy: "What do you think?"

Although the boy was confused, he nodded obediently.

Honghong and the others excitedly high-fived: "Yeah!"

Su Chen also smiled: "Then your name will be Song Shumo from now on."

"By the way," Su Chen asked the City God of Cuicheng, "Lord City God, has your old friend the Judge ever met a fox fairy before?"

"Why do you ask?"

Su Chen told the story about the magic array set up at the entrance of the fox cave where the little black snake was hiding.

The City God of Cuicheng frowned for a long time and sneered.

"Can he become a mountain god?"

It turned out that he knew her, Su Chen suddenly realized.

After all, he was the reincarnation of an old friend. When the City God of Cuicheng heard that he had been cursed with a reincarnation curse by a villain, he couldn't help but ask a few more questions, obviously wanting to get to the bottom of it.

Su Chen explained to him that Song Shumo's soul was unstable now and it would take some time to search his soul. Only then did he understand and leave.

When Liu Chunhua led Song Shumo back into the villa, she had already finished chatting and just stood up to see the two off. When they saw Su Chen, the two middle-aged women looked at him carefully.

One person sighed: "Chunhua, your little son is good-looking. He won't have trouble finding a wife. Don't worry."

One of them came up to him directly: "Achen, right? Do you mind that your wife is two wheels younger than you?"

Su Chen: “!!!”

Two wheels?

Isn't that just around ten years old?

What kind of vicious words is this aunt saying?

Liu Chunhua hurriedly pulled the latter away: "Achen, don't listen to her nonsense, her mind is confused because of hunger."

Then he lowered his voice: "Are you crazy? You want Ah Chen to find someone who is about the same age as his daughter?"

"Next time you talk like that, don't come into my house."

Watching them leave, Su Chen heard suppressed laughter.

When I turned around, I saw Xiao Liu'er covering her mouth and laughing.

He shook his head helplessly, continued to hold little Ayun and feed her, and asked, "Xiao Liu'er, Shumo, do you want to take a nap?"

After hearing this, Honghong and the others immediately started talking again and quickly pulled the two of them upstairs.

Su Chen scratched little Ayun's nose.

"Ayun, then you can also accompany dad to rest for a while."

The little guy ignored him and kept sucking with his little mouth.

When Su Chen woke up, it was almost one o'clock in the afternoon.

There was a lot of noise outside in the corridor.

Xiao Liu'er and Song Shumo followed Honghong and the others downstairs and saw them out.

Su Chen carried little Ayun downstairs and heard little Liu'er sigh: "I want to carry a schoolbag too."

Song Shumo didn't say anything, just nodded.

A child like this... reminded Su Chen of Shen Jizon and others.

Calculating the time, it has been a long time since I last visited them. I brought some cakes to the Municipal Bureau in the evening.

In order to prevent Song Shumo from feeling unsafe staying in the villa, Su Chen took him back to the teahouse.

By then, Lao Song and the others had already returned.

"Xiao Liu'er, where did this pomelo come from? How did you store it? The skin hasn't wrinkled at all after such a long time."

Huang Nansong nodded and said, "It tastes good too."

Xiao Liu'er put her hands on her hips and said, "Guess!"

"What's there to guess?" Old Song curled his lips and asked Huang Nansong, "Are you going to help?"

Huang Nansong sighed: "Let's go, Lao Kong is a good man, it can be regarded as a final farewell to him."

The Kong family's dirty deeds were exposed, and the whole family felt uncomfortable for a while.

But after discovering the murderer, everyone quickly turned their guns on him.

I heard that the three members of the Kong family are getting along well again.

Even though Old Song and the others looked embarrassed, they still resigned themselves to their fate and stood up to help after finishing their tea.

Su Chen carried little Ayun out and saw many neighbors going to the end of the street.

Su Chen glanced around and saw the barber again. Seeing that he was fiddling with the wig again, he sighed, stood up, and walked over with little Ayun in his arms.

Hearing footsteps, Wen Yong raised his head and saw through his one eye that it was Su Chen. He was stunned.

Then I was at a loss, not knowing where to put my hands, and I started stuttering.

"Su, Taoist Su, do you want a haircut?"

Su Chen shook his head.

"Then, then Master Su, you..."

Su Chen pointed at the wig.

Wen Yong waved his hands hurriedly: "This, this, no, I won't sell it."

Just at this moment, a middle-aged man came in from outside and subconsciously greeted Wen Yong: "Landlord Wen~"

When he found that Su Chen was there too, he quickly laughed dryly.

"Su, hello, Taoist Su."

Su Chen glanced at the man and looked down.

The middle-aged man hurriedly covered his lower abdomen, looking guilty.

Su Chen: "Is dead people's hair easy to sell?"

Wen Yong: “!!!”

He looked at the middle-aged man in disbelief.

"Chu, Chu Zhifeng, you, you didn't say you run a bookstore?"