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

After sweeping for so long, I am indeed a little tired.

Old He supported his old waist and moved slowly to the side of the stall, pulled out a chair and sat down, gently massaging his legs, feet and waist.

He pointed ahead and said, "Master Su has gone to eat. He probably won't be back for a while."

"Sit down. What do you want to see Taoist Su for? Fortune telling? Or seeing things?"

The young man stepped forward and said, "Grandpa, please tell us first, is Taoist Su really a god?"

Old He glared.

"What are you talking about?"

"Master Su is a living immortal."

"No matter what you are here for, just look for Master Su."

As he spoke he glanced around.

There were four boys and two girls, all of them looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old.

"Are you all students?"

The boy who had spat earlier pulled out a chair and sat down, crossing his legs.

"Who still reads those stupid books these days? We stopped reading them a long time ago."

The others all agreed.

Old He subconsciously shrank his neck when he heard this.

It was obvious that he didn't have much of a liking for kids who didn't read.

Then he saw the young man take out a pack of cigarettes, handed it to him and asked, "Want a smoke?"

Lao He waved his hands quickly: "No, no."

"You're so young..."

He wanted to give some more advice, but hesitated and didn't continue. Instead, he asked, "Are you looking for Master Su to tell your fortune or to see your fortune?"

The teenagers shared the cigarettes, and soon the four boys and two girls were puffing away.

Lao He: “…”

No wonder he didn't go to school, he looks like a bad boy.

I was blind just now and didn’t see it.

Although they were all dressed in student-like clothes, their demeanor was... uncouth.

That's right.

At this moment, Lao He felt that the two girls were unruly.

Very disgusted.

The young man took two puffs of his cigarette before speaking: "We want Taoist Su to help us calculate whose child in her belly is hers."

Lao He was shocked by this sentence.

At one point he even doubted whether there was something wrong with his hearing.

After cleaning his ears, Lao He swallowed hard.

"You said such a young girl is pregnant?!"

The boy glanced at him and said, "What's the big deal? We've seen smaller pregnancies."

"That's right, Grandpa, you're an old-fashioned guy, right? What's so surprising about this?"

Lao He: "...But, but from what you said, you all follow her..."

"Grandpa, do you understand that you can be free to fall in love?"

"Yeah, we're attracted to each other, so what's wrong with sleeping together?"

Old He blinked.

This statement seems to be correct.

"But you're friends!"

Don't bully your friend's wife, even after breaking up...

"It's more important to share with friends, right?"

The teenagers looked at each other and grinned.

Lao He: “…”

Old, old.

Are all kids like this nowadays?

Perhaps because he felt so out of place, Lao He didn't rest for long. He quickly stood up, picked up the broom and continued sweeping the street. However, as he swept, he would always turn around involuntarily and look at the group of children, beginning to doubt his life.

On the other side, after the dishes came, Lao Song picked up some for Acai and Yueyue, and soon he started to eat with relish, his mouth full of oil.

"Master Su, when will the amnesiac old man next door come back?"

"Before, I always shared the food from the neighboring restaurant with Xiao Liu'er. Today, he's not here, so there's no food left..."

Su Chen was surprised: "Is Jiang Ni not here?"

What's more, there are two masters that Ximeng brought from Hong Kong Island who need to eat.

It won’t be like there’s no food to eat, right?

Old Song sighed: "Yes, yes, but no one opened fire."

"She ordered their own meals, which were very small and expensive."

"The food here at Aunt Fang is still delicious, cheap and plentiful."

As he spoke, Old Song swept away everything in his path.

It was half an hour later when I finally burped.

Xiao Liu'er was obviously used to Lao Song's "shameful" behavior. She told Yueyue to pick up the rice grains that fell on the table and wiped her mouth considerately.

Su Chen paid for the meal, and when Aunt Fang gave him the change, he subconsciously frowned and looked at her.

"What's wrong?" asked Old Song.

"Oh, nothing, I just thought Aunt Fang looked younger than before."

Aunt Fang burst out laughing: "You are already in your seventies or eighties, how can you still say you are young?"

"Master Su, you just like joking."

Old Song: "Master Su must have been so happy to eat that he coaxed you. Aunt Fang, your cooking skills are truly amazing. I really hope I can eat it tonight."

This implied that Su Chen should just pretend not to hear it.

Old Song didn't care and turned around to whisper to Xiao Liu'er.

Hearing that he was planning to take advantage of Song Anhui, Su Chen shook his head slightly.

From a distance, several people saw the group of boys and girls in front of the teahouse.

"Hey, Master Su, a guest is here."

Little Liu'er trotted off.

He came closer and couldn't wait to ask, "Brother and sister, have you eaten yet?"

"I have bamboo rice here. It's very cheap. Want some?"

"Okay, since no one's back yet, shall we eat something?"

"eat!"

Six bamboo tube rices were sold at once, and Xiao Liuer was beaming with joy.

He also kindly handed over chopsticks to everyone one by one.

Several people wolfed down the food, and when Su Chen brought Yueyue and Acai to the stall, the bamboo tube rice of several teenagers had already been finished. Obviously, they were not full yet, and they shouted to Xiao Liuer to get another one.

"Come on, give it!"

Seeing them start eating again, Su Chen took a quick look and his eyes quickly fell on the belly of one of the girls.

He narrowed his eyes: "Triplets."

"What triplets?" Old Song brought out a teapot and teacups for him and asked curiously.

Su Chen didn't answer him, but glanced at them meaningfully.

"Are you here for fortune-telling?"

The young men had already noticed him, and upon hearing his words, they all put down their chopsticks.

"Are you Taoist Su?"

Seeing Su Chen nod, the one who had spitted before asked, "I heard that you are very accurate in fortune-telling. Can you tell us what we are here for?"

Su Chen pulled the corner of his mouth: "He is considered a child."

Several people looked at each other, their eyes full of surprise.

"correct."

"Hey, could it be that grandpa just now who tipped off the news?"

"Impossible. I can see him all the time when I sit here. I haven't had any contact with anyone else."

"Is it confirmed then? Will we take the result calculated by Taoist Master Su as the standard?"

"determine."

"I'm sure of that, too."

Old Song listened to it all but didn't quite understand.

The spitting youth turned to look at Su Chen again and pointed at the girl beside him: "Master Su, we would like you to calculate whose child she is pregnant with."

Old Song: “!!!”

His eyes almost popped out.

The young man said something shocking: "Abortion costs money, I don't want to be taken advantage of."

The other three nodded in unison.

"That's right, we don't waste money."

"Whoever has the child pays for it. We agreed on that before."

Old Song's eyes started to widen for a rare moment.

He could understand what these kids were saying, but he just... didn't quite understand.

Su Chen's expression was indifferent.

"Are you sure you want to count?"

"One hexagram is 20."

The boy took out 5 yuan and put it on the table: "This amount of money is much cheaper than an abortion."

Then he urged the other three: "Hurry up and take out yours."

Su Chen: "..."

After collecting the 20 yuan, Su Chen looked at the girl and asked, "What about you? Do you have any objections?"

The girl nodded obediently.

"Okay, in that case, I'll just say it directly."

The young man interrupted him hurriedly when he heard this: "If it's not Master Su, then you don't count it?"

He pinched the thumb and middle finger of his right hand: "If not like this...does it count?"

Su Chen shook his head: "Such a simple matter, there is no need to make so much trouble."

He cleared his throat and said in a deep voice: "The child is not yours."