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

Recently, people in Nanmen Old Street have become restless due to the rent.

But Wen Yong is a real and honest man.

His room had been rented out before, and he didn't evict the tenant or charge a temporary rent increase.

It was the original tenant who brought Chu Zhifeng, saying he was a friend who had just opened a shop and wanted to be closer to Taoist Su, perhaps to help the business do better.

Wen Yong knew that the tenant might have sublet the house at a high price, but he didn't say anything. After all, he had already paid the rent for this month.

After Chu Zhifeng repeatedly confirmed that he had just arrived in Shanghai to open a bookstore, he was allowed to stay.

Chu Zhifeng really looks like a shop owner. Not only does he often go out early and come back late, but sometimes he doesn't even come back all night.

Wen Yong asked him once, and when he said he was sorting books, he didn't suspect anything, but he never expected...

"You actually cut the dead person's hair?!"

Probably because I was too angry.

Wen Yong spoke fluently now.

As a barber, he has always been respectful of hair and is also vaguely aware of some taboos.

He never dared to throw away the hair cut off in the shop, but burned it directly.

Even though he knew that longer hair would be bought by dealers and could increase his income, he didn't care.

All in all, the income from this barber shop plus the rent is more than enough for him to live on.

As for this wig, it was because a female relative of hers was seriously ill and had severe hair loss. She was worried that she would not be beautiful in the future, so she asked him to make a wig with the fallen hair, and he agreed to do so.

Since it was his first time making a wig, he was afraid of ruining the hair, so he carefully combed and maintained it every day. This was why every time Su Chen went to the barber shop, he was already adjusting the wig.

Chu Zhifeng did not feel guilty at all when facing Wen Yong's questioning.

He said confidently: "Their family sold it to me voluntarily, so what's wrong with me cutting it? It's not like I didn't pay."

"Besides, I'm not like those people who dig graves and cut hair. I still have a bottom line, okay?"

Wen Yong pointed at him in disbelief: "You, you... I gave your family money, and they agreed to let me stab you. Would you agree?"

Chu Zhifeng: "How is that possible?!"

He quickly understood what Wen Yong meant and smiled, "Cutting hair is different from stabbing someone. Cutting hair doesn't hurt at all~"

Su Chen nodded: "It's indeed not painful, but I'm most afraid of encountering people who care about their hair."

He looked at Chu Zhifeng: "Didn't you find that you were entangled?"

Chu Zhifeng covered his lower abdomen again.

His eyes flickered, probably because he knew he couldn't hide it anymore and decided to give up.

"Yes, I've been feeling cold all over these days. Even sunbathing every day hasn't helped. Then I woke up and found my leg hair and the hair underneath... were all shaved off~"

Not only was it shaved, but the hair was scattered all over the bed.

"so what?"

Chu Zhifeng stiffened his neck and said, "I cut the dead man's hair willingly. I spent the money, and I have no regrets."

"I did think about making amends, but by the time I knew I was being entangled, the goods had already been handed over, and her hair couldn't be recovered. What could I do? I'm not a god who can make it come back for her."

His voice weakened again as he spoke.

"Besides, I learned my lesson and I don't do such things anymore."

"I spent most of my previous earnings renting this house."

The more he thought about it, the more depressed he became.

The voice sounded extremely aggrieved.

Wen Yong was stunned for a moment: "Then, then you, no, don't look for Taoist Su?"

Since everyone knows Master Su's abilities, if you're being pestered, wouldn't it be better to just go directly to Master Su for help? Maybe you won't have to spend so much money.

When Chu Zhifeng met Wen Yong's sincere gaze, his heart sank.

He took a deep breath.

"I want to save face!"

Meeting Wen Yong's blank gaze, Chu Zhifeng reluctantly took off his wig and pointed at his bald head.

"I told you all the hair on my body has been shaved off. If it grows back, it's gone. If it grows back, it's gone~"

Then he pointed to his lower abdomen and said, "The key is that this part is gone too."

"There are so many people watching Taoist Master Su's stall every day. It won't be long before word spreads about those who come to him for fortune-telling."

"I can't be called a hairless chicken when I go out for drinks next time, right? How would that sound nice?!"

When Su Chen heard this nickname, he subconsciously wanted to laugh, but fortunately he held it back.

Wen Yong blinked: "Why do you want to go out for a drink? You can drink at home."

"You..." Chu Zhifeng smiled, "Forget it, I can't chat with someone like you who has few friends."

Wen Yong nodded: "Then it's good that you admit your mistakes and can correct them."

Chu Zhifeng had another heart attack.

His sight fell on Su Chen, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

After putting on the wig, Chu Zhifeng walked to the door and looked around. Finding that no one was paying attention to this side, he quickly turned around and bowed to Su Chen.

"Master Su, Master Su, how about you help me take a look now?"

"Please, I'm afraid to go have my friends' feet washed, and I'm afraid to go to my ex-lover's place. It's too painful."

"As long as you can help me appease that girl, I will definitely give you a big red envelope, okay? Please!"

Su Chen shook his head helplessly.

"That's what I came for."

Chu Zhifeng immediately perked up and was a little moved: "Sure enough, the houses here in Old Street are not rented for free, they are really useful."

"Master Su, as long as you can keep my hair, I, I, I will introduce you to the best foot massage parlor in the Magic City. I'm not bragging, this foot massage..."

Su Chen: "Stop."

Chu Zhifeng stopped talking obediently.

"The reason I came here is because I don't want anything bad to happen because of you."

"...Ah?" Chu Zhifeng was bewildered. "Isn't it just being hairless? What bad consequences could there be?"

Seeing Su Chen looking at the carefully groomed wig, Chu Zhifeng frowned, and then suddenly realized.

"She doesn't want me to buy her a wig and burn it, does she?"

"You should have told me earlier. A wig isn't that expensive... No!"

Chu Zhifeng looked at Su Chen: "Master Su, this is not a bad result."

Su Chen spoke lightly.

"That girl who followed you to the barber shop probably took a fancy to this wig because of its black, shiny and smooth texture."

"...Ah? That girl likes this one?" Chu Zhifeng slapped his thigh and immediately looked at Wen Yong, "Name your price!"

Wen Yong stiffened his neck and said, "Not for sale."

“I’ll buy double.”

"Not for sale."

"No, Landlord Wen, you were dissatisfied with me for cutting other girls' hair before. Now I finally found an opportunity to make it up to her. You have to support me."

Wen Yong shook his head: "The wig is not mine."

"I know it's not yours. You're not a woman, why are you wearing a wig?"

Wen Yong explained: "This wig is not mine, it belongs to someone else."

Chu Zhifeng was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "How long has this wig been in your store? If it's not yours, whose else could it be?"

"Or did someone else book it long ago?"

Without waiting for Wen Yong to respond, Chu Zhifeng said, "Give me the one you've ordered first. This is urgent."

"I'll buy it at a high price, so you can pay him back double the deposit, okay?"

"Two...three hundred, is that okay?"

Wen Yong was helpless: "It really can't be done."

Chu Zhifeng was a little discouraged and looked at Wen Yong with a frown.

The oil and salt are not allowed to enter.

He was thinking about whether to raise the price again or to reason with Wen Yong, but if that didn't work...

Then I heard Su Chen's voice: "You want to force a sale, but she will just rob you."

Chu Zhifeng: “???”

She? It can't be...