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

"Red, it's red!"

The man opened his eyes cautiously.

When he saw a little red doll inside, he shouted excitedly.

Su Chen raised his eyebrows lazily: "Quite lucky."

"Yeah, I was..." The man wanted to show off his good luck, but when he met Su Chen's gaze, he was stunned for a moment and quickly restrained his expression, "Master Su, I'm just a small fry. Why don't you just treat me like a fart, okay?"

Su Chen didn't say anything and looked at the other person.

"He's here to deliver the coffin, what about you?"

The other person subconsciously shrank his neck.

"Spy on me?"

With a thought, the thin thread released the two of them.

Su Chen touched the bamboo trunk.

"Let's go. Next time, let Shadow Pavilion send someone who can speak clearly."

The two looked at each other.

"Thank you, Taoist Su. I'll be leaving now."

"Thank you."

After the two left, Su Chen sighed softly.

The reason why Xiaobai showed up before was to use ambergris to track down the people from Shadow Pavilion and to quietly find out the news about Shadow Pavilion.

Good plans cannot keep up with changes.

It was destroyed by this bamboo.

I think someone else will come to Shadow Pavilion later.

After putting away the bamboo, Su Chen turned his head to look at the pillar.

At some point, Xi Meng leaned on it again, weak and boneless.

Su Chen thought for a moment and asked her, "Do you know him?"

Xi Meng shook her head: "But I can feel that she is very powerful."

"Did she possess other people after her death, live for them, and then get married and have children?"

Su Chen shrugged: "Probably."

"How did she do that?"

"You want to ask her?"

Ximeng shook her head like a rattle.

"I still have some self-awareness. I can't afford to offend that old monster."

After coughing lightly, she asked, "Will the old man encounter any misfortune when he returns?"

"It's going to be a little troublesome."

"It hurts your muscles and bones?"

"almost."

Xi Meng cursed inwardly, and her figure flashed and disappeared without a trace.

Su Chen shook his head.

I closed my eyes and rested for a while, and then a car slowly stopped.

The person who got out of the car was Ji Guowen. He carried two large boxes out of the trunk.

"Master Su, these are the dried shrimps that Boss Huang asked me to bring you."

"besides……"

He opened his brand new briefcase and took out a bulging red envelope.

"This is his red seal of thanks."

When Su Chen accepted the red envelope, Old Song came out with his hands behind his back. When he saw Ji Guowen's briefcase, he exclaimed.

"Xiao Ji, you're really rich now. Are you ready to use this thing?"

Ji Guowen laughed dryly, "There's nothing I can do. When you're out and about discussing business, you have to put it in writing. Sometimes it has to be revised, so I usually prepare a few contracts to take with me."

"I used to use a cloth bag, but it got soaked easily. This briefcase is better, and the main thing is... I don't have to pay for it."

Old Song raised his eyebrows: "Which big boss gave it to you?"

"This Mr. Huang said he was grateful to me for helping him invite Taoist Su. He was about to give up his fish pond, but now he can start making money again."

Old Song frowned: "What happened in his fish pond? Tell me quickly~"

As he spoke, he pulled Ji Guowen into the house to have tea without saying anything.

Ji Guowen broke free.

"Old Song, please forgive me. I've been running around these past few days and I'm exhausted. Wait for me to go home, take a shower, and have a good sleep. Tomorrow morning... no, tonight, I'll come over to talk to you in the evening, okay?"

Seeing that his eyelids were swollen and his eyes were dark blue, Old Song had to give up.

After saying goodbye to Su Chen, Ji Guowen took two steps towards home, paused, and subconsciously took a few steps back: "Old Song, Old Song, what's going on with that car?"

Old Song waved his hands in disdain.

"Don't mention it."

"Yesterday, a car haunted by a ghost drove up there. Taoist Priest Su helped him solve the problem. He said he wanted to call a crane to take the car down. Xiao Liu'er said he wanted to see the crane in action, so he squatted there waiting all night. In the end, it didn't show up until four in the morning. Look how sleepy Xiao Liu'er was..."

Ji Guowen glanced through the window and saw Xiao Liu'er still sleeping soundly on the table.

"That person didn't come today?"

Old Song shook his head: "I don't know where he went. You go home first. I will tell you about his situation in the evening."

Ji Guowen nodded repeatedly and walked quickly home.

After walking a few steps, he almost bumped into someone. He subconsciously said "I'm sorry". When he raised his eyes, he met a pair of dead white eyes. Ji Guowen was so frightened that he took several steps back and almost fell down.

After coming to his senses, he subconsciously glanced at Su Chen.

Old Song looked over and asked suspiciously, "Xiao Ji, what are you doing? Are you okay?"

Ji Guowen shook his head.

"No, it's okay."

As he replied, he kept his gaze fixed on the owner of the dead white eyes.

He was a young man of about twenty years old, with very dark skin, which made his dead white eyes look even more creepy.

The young man was not tall, about 1.7 meters tall. His clothes were covered in dust, and he was wearing muddy Liberation shoes. It was obvious that he did not pay much attention to hygiene.

At this moment he was wrapping his face tightly with a scarf.

After nodding to Ji Guowen, he walked forward quickly.

Traveling in a hurry.

Coming to Su Chen's stall, he looked carefully, covered his face and asked in a low voice: "Are you Taoist Su? Can you... remove the face?"

Old Song suspected that he had misheard.

"Face shaving? You don't have a big face, so you want to shave the bones on both sides to make your face look smaller, right?"

"Young man, you are a bit whimsical."

"Actually, you don't necessarily look ugly because of your big face. It could be because you're dark-skinned. Look at you..."

The young man explained: "It's not a face-cutting plate, it's a face-cutting plate."

"Yeah, shaving your face."

youth:"……"

Seeing that he was unhappy, Old Song scratched his head and looked carefully again: "Huh? Your eyes~"

The young man looked at him expectantly: "Is something wrong?"

"Nonsense, how come you have cataracts at such a young age?"

youth:"……"

Seeing that the young man's patience was running out, Su Chen hurriedly motioned for him to sit down.

"The other face is on the back of your head, right? How did you find it?"

The young man was stunned for a moment, then quickly became ecstatic: "You knew? I wrapped it so tightly, and you noticed it?"

After hearing this, Old Song squinted for a long time before he suddenly realized.

"Oh, young man, you mean you have two faces and you want to eliminate one?"

The young man did not answer him, but silently took off his scarf and slowly turned around.

When he saw an identical face on the back of his head, with a pair of almost completely black eyes, even though Old Song was prepared, he was still shocked.

On the other side, Ji Guowen did not go home, but came back with a briefcase.

When he saw that face, he almost fell to the ground. He held on to the pillar to support himself, his face full of disbelief.

"Master Su, is this a ghost face?"

Old Song had recovered by now. He went over to take a closer look and shook his head: "It doesn't look like it."

"I heard that the facial features of most ghost faces are not very obvious. Look at this one, it has a nose and eyes, and the lips are quite rosy, but the eyes are a little creepy."

After hesitating for a moment, Old Song asked, "Master Su, could this be caused by something parasitic?"

Su Chen shook his head.

"It's not parasitism, nor is it possession..."

He squinted his eyes and looked carefully: "His body seems to be replicating..."