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

"Mom, that yellow croaker didn't belong to us in the first place."

"Besides, without that yellow croaker, the ghost messenger from the underworld can't easily retrieve the soul."

Liu Chunhua was stunned.

"Are the four of them bound to die?"

"There are more than four of them."

Ah Liang's mouth dropped open: "All eight of them are going to die?"

"That leaves four..."

Su Chen looked at the time and raised his eyebrows: "If nothing unexpected happened, he would be dead by now."

As he was speaking, the phone in the living room rang.

Liu Chunhua went to pick him up and came to find Aliang.

A Liang picked up the phone suspiciously, then nodded continuously, taking a breath in the process.

After hanging up the phone in a daze, Aliang sat down in disbelief.

He picked up his chopsticks and put them down again: "No, these four people are sick, right?"

Old Man Su was curious: "What do you mean?"

"Weren't we supposed to take that yellow croaker back to the police station? The car stopped to refuel on the way, and the four of them snuck up and stole the yellow croaker. On their way to escape, they were only focused on the gas station and didn't pay attention to what was ahead. Then all of them..."

"Hit by a car?" Liu Chunhua asked.

Ah Liang nodded, finding it difficult to swallow. "It was just that kind of big truck, chasing them directly. I heard that the yellow croaker and their flesh and blood were mixed together and couldn't be separated..."

"The police station called and asked me to go and take a statement later."

Liu Chunhua sighed.

Then he curled his lips and said, "It's not that serious. It's only a few hundred thousand yuan, and eight lives were lost."

Then she narrowed her eyes and stared at Aliang: "You kid, remember this, from now on, don't let money fool you, even if it's a hundred thousand or a million."

Aliang nodded repeatedly.

"We shouldn't touch any money that doesn't belong to us. We have hands and feet, and as long as we're alive, what money can't we make?"

Only after Aliang made a series of promises and oaths did Liu Chunhua feel relieved.

But I didn't hear Aliang's muttering.

"I don't know who it was. He even blamed my uncle for letting go of a yellow croaker worth over a hundred thousand yuan."

He quickly ate his meal and went in, then quickly called July to bring a lunch box, filled it with several dishes, and even brought two lobsters.

"Grandma, uncle, please eat. I have to take lunch to our Fangfang."

Liu Chunhua frowned: "Fangfang should have finished her meal by now, right?"

"No, Fangfang, if I don't urge her, she'll eat pretty late. Sometimes she even forgets to eat."

"I'm leaving first. I won't be... No, Grandpa and Grandma, are we having a big dinner tonight?"

Everyone was speechless for a while.

A Liang: "Then I'll bring Fang Fang back for dinner tonight. If we're late, remember to save some delicious food for us."

Seeing him sprint out the door, Liu Chunhua was speechless: "Who did you learn this from? How cunning?"

Seeing her eyes on him, Old Man Su argued: "Why are you looking at me? I'm an honest man."

"If they didn't learn from you, could it be Ah Mao and Chun Jiao?"

Old Man Su: “…”

He lowered his voice: "Then it can't be you?"

Su Chen suppressed his laughter and buried his head in eating.

After lunch, seeing a group of children jumping rope again, he shook his head and went to the teahouse.

In the teahouse, Lao Song was eating steamed buns and drinking tea.

Su Chen was puzzled: "Old Song, is this what you're eating for lunch? Where are Shishi, Xiao Liu'er, and the others?"

"Xiao Liu'er said the chickens are full, but Shishi is nowhere to be seen. I have a miserable life."

Su Chen joked: "Have you spent all your money?"

"That's right, from now on I can only eat coarse food!"

"Wait~"

Su Chen went back home and brought over some leftover dishes.

"Don't be disgusted."

Old Song opened it and took a look. "Steamed grouper?! What's this... Buddha Jumps Over the Wall! And this, swimming crab vermicelli!"

"Master Su, you call this leftovers?!"

"There are at least two hundred of these out there."

The wrinkles on Old Song's face suddenly smoothed out.

"What did I say? I'm really lucky. How can those chickens out there compare to the delicious dishes that Taoist Priest Su brought me personally?"

"Well, Master Su, I'm really not polite."

Su Chen waved his hand, indicating that he could do as he pleased, then went out, moved the small bed back to the next room, sat down, took out the jade and chisel, and started working.

A shadow flashed by the side, Su Chen glanced at it, and finally remembered, spreading his hands: "Where is my peach wood sword?"

"Don't want the dragon bones? Leave them for me?"

Xi Meng is strange.

"Aren't you trying to develop high-end customers?"

"You gave me merit and dragon bones," Xi Meng stared at Su Chen warily, "Do you have any intentions towards me?"

Su Chen glanced at her helplessly: "Peach wood sword!"

"Give!"

Xi Meng threw the peach wood sword directly on the table and looked at Su Chen carefully: "That doesn't make sense!"

Su Chen put away the peach wood sword and picked up the chisel again: "You can go back! Don't disturb me carving."

Xi Meng looked back every three steps.

After entering the next room, he turned around and stuck his head out. Seeing that Su Chen had already begun to concentrate on carving, he knocked his forehead and said, "Something is wrong, it's still wrong~"

"No, I have to ask someone."

Ordinary people naturally couldn't ask, so Xi Meng went to the underworld to harass Chen Siyan.

"Four Eyes, I'm telling you, he's definitely not going to be interested in my merits. If he wants my dragon meat, dragon tendons, dragon bones, and so on, with my strength, I'll be slaughtered in minutes. There's no need for this, right?"

Chen Siyan asked perfunctorily, "You mean, Taoist Su is interested in you? Does he like you?"

Ximeng gasped: "Are you crazy?"

"Really?"

Chen Siyan's eyes spun around after being slapped by Ximeng. He covered his face, took a deep breath, suppressed his resentment, and smiled: "Then it's not."

"Nonsense, is someone like Taoist Su something we can dream of? No one is worthy of him, wait..."

Ximeng's eyes lit up, then narrowed again: "Chen Siyan, tell me, could he be colluding with Qingwei to plot against me?"

"Qingwei?"

"Well, he just came to see Taoist Su a few days ago. What's the matter? Is there a problem?"

Chen Siyan clenched his fists, his joints cracking, and he gritted his teeth: "What are you talking about?"

Ximeng slapped him hard on the head, and the latter said angrily: "You are still thinking of settling the score with him? Do you have any self-awareness?"

Chen Siyan snorted: "Don't you want to settle the score with him?"

"I thought about it and looked for it," Xi Meng touched her nose guiltily, "I haven't fought before."

She looked Chen Si up and down with disdain and said, "So just give up. I don't know what Qingwei has been doing these years. His strength is a bit terrifying."

"I feel that although he is not as powerful as Taoist Su, he is at least half as powerful as him."

Chen Siyan's eyes dimmed.

"So you have a guess? Why did you come to me?"

"Oh, I just wanted to beat you up. See you next time."

Chen Siyan: "..."

Su Chen carved one stroke at a time. A breeze blew and powder floated up.

"Cough cough, cough cough cough~"

A somewhat artificial cough sounded from the left rear side. Su Chen was startled, put down the chisel and turned around.

Seeing this, the visitor excitedly raised the things in his hands and said, "Master Su, are you tired? Can you have some tea and a snack?"

It was Shi Mengfei.

Su Chen raised his eyebrows: "You stayed up late."

"Yeah, I stayed up all night and I'm taking a break today, so I have time to buy walnut cookies."

"Master Su, please try this walnut pastry and see if it's delicious. By the way..."

Shi Mengfei winked: "Help me make some extra money."

Su Chen: “???”

"Extra money?"