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

Old Song and Shi Mengfei looked at Su Chen together.

"Master Su, didn't her grandson die young?"

"Yeah, isn't that Xiaoliang's wife infertile? And she looks a bit old, so she can't be the one giving birth to a pearl?"

Su Chen glanced at the two of them.

"Who said she gave birth to it?"

"If it's not him, who else could it be..." Old Song suddenly got stuck, and soon his expression turned pale as if he had eaten a fly, "Hehe~"

Shi Mengfei also guessed it and rolled her eyes: "I thought he loved his wife, but..."

Su Chen sat down and poured the boiled water into the teapot.

"People's emotions change rapidly. He truly loved his wife back then, so even when he knew she couldn't have children, he didn't divorce her and chose to adopt someone else's child as his own. But that didn't stop him from trying to have a son with another woman a few years later."

Old Song helped pour the first cup of tea and continued to add hot water, sighing.

"So, Xiaofei, you have to be more careful. Some people change too easily."

"I don't think Ah Hui would be like that. If he dares..." Shi Mengfei clenched her fists, "Do you believe I can beat him to death?"

Old Song shook his head.

Shi Mengfei was discouraged: "That's right, murderers should be shot. I won't sacrifice my life for others."

Su Chen smiled and pushed the teacup over. Old Song poured him a cup. He took a sip and picked up a piece of walnut cake: "The tea is delicious, and the walnut cake is delicious too. Not bad~"

Shi Mengfei understood: "That's right, it's a rare opportunity for me to rest, so I should drink tea and eat snacks like this. Grandpa Song, pour me some tea."

"Hey you girl, you made me come here."

Although Old Song said this, his actions were very quick.

When Song Shishi and Song Anhui came back with Xiao Liu'er, Su Chen and the others had already drunk two pots of tea.

The topic of the chat also shifted from where to buy walnut cookies in Shanghai to who became a millionaire by speculating in the stock market.

When it comes to money, Lao Song and Shi Mengfei, both of whom have empty pockets, become jealous.

When he turned around and saw these three people carrying large and small bags, his eyes were about to bleed.

"What did you buy? So much?"

“How much did it cost?”

Song Anhui smiled: "Not much, not much."

Song Shishi: "Probably tens of thousands."

Seeing that Old Song and Shi Mengfei were frozen, Su Chen pursed his lips, finished his tea and left.

After carving for more than an hour, I was about to finish it when someone came. It was Boss He who had just arrived that morning.

In just half a day, he seemed to have aged several years. He came over with a bulging briefcase, wiped his face after sitting down, and gave Su Chen a wry smile: "Um, Taoist Su, I..."

"I understand. I have no choice."

Boss He was stunned for a moment, then nodded gratefully. "I felt really guilty about suppressing this matter, so I thought of asking Taoist Master Su to see if you could help Xiaohong's soul to be reborn in a good way."

Su Chen: "..."

"It's not up to me to decide who I am."

Boss He was stunned: "Then..."

"But I can tell the underworld to make her feel more comfortable down there."

"Okay, okay, thank you, Master Su, thank you~"

Su Chen asked him: "You want to know the date of birth of that woman, right?"

"I got it, I got it."

Boss He hurriedly took out a folded piece of paper and handed it to Su Chen.

Su Chen picked it up and calculated it, frowning.

Boss He's heart instantly rose.

"Master Su, is there something wrong?"

Su Chen nodded coldly.

"The soul is imprisoned."

"What?" Boss He frowned and thought for a moment, "Could it be..."

He suspected that it was the friend with a strong background who asked the master to do it.

The next moment, Su Chen stood up and his figure quickly disappeared.

Su Chen appeared in a basement.

As soon as I came out of the ghost road, my nose was filled with a strong smell of blood. I glanced around and found at least three corpses, all of whom had died from being drained of blood.

The surrounding walls were covered with all kinds of strange symbols written in blood.

In the center of the basement, there is an octagonal table, on which stands a wooden box about ten centimeters square, covered with a thin red rope.

Under the eyes of heaven, the symbols on the wall flashed with red light and acted on the wooden box. The six souls in the wooden box were wailing and struggling.

Su Chen frowned and observed for a while.

"Soul refining?"

Generally, souls are refined to create powerful magical tools, but these souls are locked in wooden boxes.

What is the use of soul refining?

Since he couldn't figure it out, Su Chen stopped thinking about it.

He raised his hand and wiped off the blood symbols on the wall, then cut the wooden box directly.

"puff!"

Su Chen vaguely heard the sound of vomiting blood.

He looked around but saw no one.

Hiding in another dimension? Or...

He looked down.

underground?

As soon as the thought came to his mind, he felt a slight tremor under his feet. He subconsciously stretched out his power to cover his body, but missed.

The movements are quite smooth.

Su Chen snorted lightly, collected the six floating souls, picked up the wooden box and red rope and returned to the teahouse.

Boss He finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw him come back, and hurriedly asked, "Master Su, that Xiaohong..."

"It wasn't someone your friend hired to suppress it, it was someone else."

"Oh, that's good, that's good."

Otherwise, he really has to consider whether he can continue to do business with the other party in the future.

"So how is she doing now?"

"The soul is damaged and needs to be nurtured for some time."

However, two of the souls were so weak that they were almost dissipating.

Su Chen didn't plan to spend much effort to nurture such a soul, and just threw it directly into the underworld.

After sending Boss He away, Su Chen went into the next room and borrowed Song Anhui's fax machine to send the symbols to Chang Yu.

I called again.

Chang Yu answered quickly.

"What's wrong? Any new discoveries?"

"I've discovered someone refining souls. I've faxed you the symbols. Do you know who it is?"

"Wait~"

There was a rustling sound over there.

After a long time, Chang Yu's voice came.

“It is nothing.”

"A crazy monk."

"I don't know who he learned this from, but he specifically targeted teenage girls. Not only did he defile them, he often took their lives, and after a while, he would burn the bodies he had accumulated."

"Someone from the Buddhist sect discovered his activities and tracked him down to his lair. They discovered that the girls' ashes were placed in a crystal box and enshrined in front of a crystal skull. Surrounding the crystal skull were these symbols."

As he spoke, Sanyu laughed: "Do you know what he said the crystal skull was used for?"

Without waiting for Su Chen to answer, he said, "It is used to contact aliens."

Su Chen: "..."

That's really speechless.

"Because of this, we all agree that Liao Wu is a lunatic who acts madly and without any rules."

"But he managed to escape that hunt. Later, the Exorcist Group collaborated with the Buddhist sect to hunt him again, but he also escaped."

Su Chen asked: "How did you escape?"

"It's because you don't understand that it's disgusting."

“It’s still an unsolved mystery.”

"It's been almost twenty years since the last hunt, and Liaowu hasn't appeared. I was talking to an elder about this before, and I thought he might have died suddenly of some disease. Now it seems that we were too naive."

After a pause, Chang Yu asked, "Tell me, how many girls died this time?"