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

The woman was almost mad with anger.

The onlookers burst into laughter.

In the end, the woman had no choice but to give the boy 10 yuan.

The boy jumped up suddenly.

"Grandma, I'm going to buy some food first. I'll talk to you later. Bye!"

He squeezed out of the crowd and quickly rode away on his bicycle, leaving the woman stamping her feet.

Everyone laughed again.

The woman sighed for a moment and quickly reacted.

"That's not right, Master Su. With so many people here, if she knows about the appearance change and takes precautions, we won't be able to expose her. What should we do?"

Su Chen waved his hand: "Don't worry, they will forget about it soon."

Woman: “…Ah?”

Su Chen smiled, patted his sleeves, and Xiaobai poked his head out.

It purred, attracting a small cloud of water vapor that enveloped the tender leaves and the small bamboo cup.

After the moisture dissipated, Su Chen pushed the tender leaves in front of the woman.

"Spiritual plants are not easily damaged, so don't worry about taking care of them."

The woman nodded repeatedly: "Oh, okay."

"you can go now."

Su Chen said as he looked at everyone: "You guys should disperse as well."

Everyone dispersed obediently.

Soon, the only people left at the stall were Ge Ping'an, the young man painting, and Xiao Liu'er.

When Ge Ping'an's eyes fell on the drawing paper, he discovered that the young man had not been affected at all. At this moment, he magically drew a white dragon with black ink.

The scales on the white dragon's body are painted accurately, and the majestic aura of the white dragon seems to be able to emerge from the drawing paper.

What a great drawing!

Sure enough, to be noticed by Taoist Master Su, one must be quite capable.

The young man quickly put down his pen, looked carefully at the white dragon in the painting, frowned and shook his head.

"Why? Do you think your painting is not good?"

The young man nodded: "I always feel like something is missing."

He squinted his eyes and thought carefully, comparing it one by one with the dragon on the drawing paper. His brows knitted into the shape of the Chinese character "川": "I can't think of it..."

Ge Pingan asked: "Is it a signature? Do you have a seal?"

"Not this, it's this dragon!"

The young man picked up the drawing paper and looked at it carefully with his head tilted.

"Is it the eyes? But aren't the dragon's eyes pretty good?"

“Very vivid, isn’t it?”

"Young man, you draw very well, don't take it too seriously."

The young man shook his head: "You don't understand. I saw the dragon with my own eyes. I must draw it and restore it completely. I..."

His voice paused.

Ge Ping'an and Xiao Liu'er looked at him expectantly.

The young man threw the drawing paper and said, "I know how to draw now."

Under the two people's puzzled gazes, the young man picked up the pen again.

Ge Pingan took a few glances and realized belatedly, "Something's wrong, Taoist Su. Why did this young man's companions leave too? Without even a word?"

Su Chen: "Maybe it's just a dream. It's common to not remember what you dreamed about after waking up."

Ge Ping'an blinked.

Although it makes sense, I still feel like something is wrong.

The young man quickly drew another white dragon.

This time, I abandoned the previous meticulous painting method, and used clean lines to outline the light and dark, and the simple contrast made the dragon's body seem to contain infinite power...

Ge Ping'an squinted his eyes and subconsciously shrank his neck.

"Isn't this painting... a little scary?"

I always feel that the open dragon's mouth can swallow me in an instant.

The young man did not answer him, but respectfully handed the drawing paper to Su Chen.

"Master Su, do you think this is okay?"

Su Chen looked at the drawing paper containing a soul that looked like Xiaobai and nodded slightly.

Sure enough, I was not seeing things.

He took out his cell phone and called He Wenting.

When the young man heard the conversation between Su Chen and He Wenting, his whole body stiffened and he was a little confused.

What is the registration?

Bound into a volume? Book?

He looked at Ge Ping'an blankly, and the latter shrugged his shoulders to indicate that he didn't know.

Xiao Liu'er held up her chin and said, "It seems to mean recording."

"Record?" The young man was a little confused. "So, Taoist Su specifically asked me to look at Bailong in order to test my painting ability and then give me a job?"

After hanging up the phone, Su Chen looked at the young man and nodded.

"You're unemployed right now, right? This job comes with benefits. Someone will discuss it with you later. You can decide whether to take it then."

As he said that, Su Chen put away both paintings.

Acai likes painting, and these two paintings can serve as a reference for him.

The young man was still in a daze, but Ge Ping'an's jealousy was already overwhelming.

"This guy is really lucky."

He had already guessed that the job Su Chen wanted the young man to do was in a special department.

The benefits there are not comparable to what you can get by working hard selling furniture.

Fortunately, the sour taste comes and goes quickly.

I'm retired now, so why would I compete with the younger generation? With this free time, I might as well go to the river again. Maybe I can even close a couple of deals.

Not long after Ge Ping'an left, Lao Song came back carrying a big box.

When he saw Su Chen, he stopped, thought carefully, and hurriedly sat down opposite Su Chen.

"Master Su, if the bones were all mixed together, could you tell who they belonged to?"

Su Chen: "..."

His eyes fell on his big box.

"Old Song, what are you holding, human bones?"

The young man was shocked when he heard this.

Old Song smiled dryly and nodded, then he carefully placed the box on the table.

"We believe that fallen leaves return to their roots."

"A few old guys couldn't bear it anymore and sneaked over, hoping to bring back their fallen comrades. But after so many years, only bones were left, mixed together, and many were impossible to distinguish. They picked them up and put them into dozens of snakeskin bags to bring back..."

Su Chen nodded: "Do you want to separate all those bones?"

"If each person's bones can be separated and placed one by one, that would be fine. Of course, if we can identify them and send them back to their hometown for burial, that would be the best. If they really can't be separated, we can only bury them all together and erect a tombstone."

He pointed to the box on the table and said, "Look at this one. It's an old comrade who died in another place. There are only three of them. I plan to bring them back and fight them myself. I won't be able to take the others."

Su Chen asked, "Was it difficult for them to sneak over there?"

"Master Su, you're asking unnecessary questions. Drifting on the sea is very tiring."

Su Chen looked at Lao Song carefully. Lao Song suddenly realized something and slapped his forehead: "Hey, look at my brain!"

He asked in surprise, "Master Su, do you want to send my old comrades directly there?"

"If this is really possible, I think we can bring everyone back within half a year."

"No, if that's the case, I'll contact the army and make a quick decision. Maybe it can be done in half a month."

Su Chen ignored Lao Song's excited expression and calmly opened the box.

Under Old Song's surprised gaze, he made some complicated hand gestures, and soon the bones were automatically divided into three piles.

"Do they have names?"

Old Song was stunned for a moment, then nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, but I don't remember. Wait, I'll call and ask."

The young man kept his mouth open the whole time.

When his eyes fell on the white bones, his gaze couldn't help but be evasive.

When He Wenting came, he saw the young man's behavior and subconsciously frowned.

Isn't that a bit too timid?

How about taking him to the morgues of major hospitals later?