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

The first thing that catches your eye is the shiny leather shoes.

Then there was a flashy pink suit.

When Xiao Liu'er saw the beautiful long hair, she was stunned.

"Wow~"

The man who got off the car blew a kiss to Xiao Liu'er, then glanced at the stall shyly, met Su Chen's gaze, and threw him a coquettish glance.

"Are you the famous Taoist Priest Su?"

Su Chen nodded.

"Master Su, you are really not modest at all."

The man wanted to pull out the chair, but after looking at the backrest, he quickly curled his lips in disgust, took out a handkerchief and wiped it, then pulled it out and wiped the chair again. His eyes fell on the ground and saw the pool of blood that had not been dealt with. He covered his mouth and nose, unable to bear to look at it.

"Master Su, are you guys so unhygienic when setting up your stall?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Liu'er immediately went in and quickly came out with a basin of water to rinse.

The man's brows finally relaxed.

Just as he forced a smile and was about to tell Su Chen something, Old Song from next door came out cheerfully holding a large plate: "Master Su, Xiao Liu'er, come on, here are some delicious fried buns!"

As he spoke, he quickly picked up the fried bun in his hand and took a bite.

The juice splashed out, and the man wanted to poke his eyes out when he saw it. He quickly covered his eyes and shouted, "Can you please stop eating these greasy things in front of me?!"

Old Song was startled and looked at Su Chen blankly.

Su Chen directly took two fried buns and handed one to A Zheng: "It's okay, I guess he got this bad habit from others."

The man looked at him in disbelief.

Su Chen took a bite of the fried bun, sucked the juice, and raised his eyebrows: "Delicious."

"Yeah, this guy Lao Du is really talented. I mentioned it last time, and he actually made such delicious fried buns."

Old Song took another one for Xiao Liuer, and then looked carefully at the man who was speaking.

Living in Shanghai, he always thought he was knowledgeable, but when he saw the man with big wavy hair and a pink suit, his expression was a little awkward.

"You're...neither male nor female, a shemale?"

The man couldn't believe it and stood up angrily.

"What shemale? This is fashion, fashion!"

Old Song blinked. "Oh, fashion," he shook his head. "I don't understand."

"Of course you don't understand. The clothes you wear are all patched up. What do you know about fashion?"

The man seemed to have thought of something, and his anger was like a popped balloon.

He took a few deep breaths. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say you were poor. Patching... is a sign of thriftiness, a very good virtue."

Old Song was stunned and looked at Su Chen blankly.

The latter took another bite of the fried bun and motioned for the man to sit down. After swallowing the food in his mouth, he asked, "Fortune telling? Or fortune telling?"

The man met Lao Song's gaze, quickly looked away, adjusted his clothes uncomfortably, and then coughed twice.

"I'll see, but to confirm you have the real ability, I need to read your fortune first."

Su Chen gave him a casual look and continued eating his fried buns.

The man looked at the greasy corners of his mouth with some impatience, but after trying hard to hold it in, he looked away.

"Let me first consider the situation at home."

Su Chen nodded, looked at him carefully, and slowly finished eating all the fried buns. He took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands and the corners of his mouth, and then spoke: "You are the fourth child in the family. You have two older brothers and a sister, and two younger brothers behind you."

The man nodded: "There's more."

"You were adopted by a relative, and that relative treated you well. But every year during the holidays you still returned to your original home, and you were bullied every time."

The man tightened his grip on the handkerchief.

He raised the corner of his mouth: "Can such a small matter be calculated?"

Su Chen shook his head: "This is not a trivial matter."

"Every time you were bullied and went to your biological parents to seek justice, they thought you were making a big deal out of nothing. Over time, your older siblings and younger brother became even more aggressive."

"I told you, there's no need to talk about such trivial matters. You can tell me..."

"You mean your adopted relative's home?" Su Chen laughed. "You fought so hard to get out, you probably don't want anyone to know, right?"

The man's eyes flickered and the corners of his mouth twitched.

He took another deep breath and forced a smile: "Master Su is indeed worthy of his reputation. Now we can talk about what we want to see, which is..."

"The identity of the person involved in this matter is a bit sensitive, and I need a closed environment."

Old Song curled his lips in disdain: "Do you think you're the leader and your identity is so sensitive? So many demands!"

Su Chen didn't have much objection and gestured for the man to follow him to the next room.

After the door closed, the man still looked around cautiously, then sat down and said in a deep voice, "I'm a professional agent. I have many artists under me. The most popular one has already starred in two TV series and three movies."

Su Chen nodded: "What happened to him?"

The man hesitated for a moment and asked Su Chen, "I wonder if Master Su has ever heard of celebrities in the Hong Kong circle raising ghosts."

"Have heard a little bit."

"That's easy," the man breathed a sigh of relief. "My artist has had a lot of weird things happen to him this past month. He got hit by a flowerpot while walking on the street, fell down on flat ground, and nearly drowned in the bath... We suspect someone is jealous of his impending fame and wants to use a ghost to harm him. But, as you know, Taoist Su, calling the police won't handle this kind of thing. Even if we have a suspect, we can't confirm it. After much thought, we still want to find a reliable master, but..."

Su Chen raised his eyebrows: "I am good quality and cheap."

The man twitched his lips and said, "Not only that, it's also because you, Taoist Su, are so famous."

"These days I've been accompanying artists to drink, and many bosses at the table have mentioned you."

Su Chen nodded: "Give me the artist's horoscope."

The man took out a piece of red paper from his crocodile leather bag and handed it to Su Chen.

Su Chen glanced at it and said without any calculation: "Don't give me a fake one."

It's obvious that this horoscope has nothing to do with the man in front of him.

The man coughed awkwardly: "Well, I must have taken the wrong thing, the wrong thing!"

He rummaged through his bag for a while and finally took out a piece of red paper folded into a small square, and handed it to Su Chen in a flattering manner.

Su Chen opened it, took a look, calculated, and frowned at the man.

"How about it, Taoist Su, have you figured it out? Who wants to harm our Yangyang?"

"Is it Chen Yi? He's been hanging out with rich guys in Hong Kong. He definitely knows how to raise a kid. He's the most likely one!"

Seeing Su Chen shaking his head, the man frowned: "Not Chen Yi? That must be Ling Chuan. This kid is always gloomy and the way he looks at people always makes it seem like he is plotting against someone. It must be him!"

Su Chen took a deep breath: "It's not him either!"

"neither?!"

The man stood up in disbelief. "That shouldn't be the case. They're the only two who look like our Yangyang. Who else could it be but them?"

Su Chen was helpless: "Is there a possibility that he is just unlucky!"

The man's pupils were shaking.

Soon he waved his hands repeatedly: "Impossible, how is it possible?"

"If Yangyang was unlucky, how could he be chosen by so many directors and investors to play the leading role?"

He subconsciously looked at Su Chen, wanting to ask him if he had made a mistake in the calculation, but when the words came to his lips, he calmed down again.

"Master Su, you mean that Yangyang's bad luck has only started in the past month or so?"

Su Chen nodded.

The man was puzzled: "Why? Did that brat do something bad and ruin his luck?"