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

Zhang Qian took a close look at Lao Liao.

"Hey, why don't you come to me for a reading?"

Old Liao chuckled: "You have to pay Master Zhang, and you have to pay Xiao Su too. I'm not poor, you know. I need to spend my money wisely."

"So you mean I'm not the blade, right?"

Old Liao was surprisingly direct: "Why don't you fight with Xiao Su?"

Zhang Qian glanced at him sideways and handed him a fried bun with a disgruntled expression.

"Brought by your blade."

Old Liao exclaimed with delight, "It's still warm!"

He took a bite and nodded repeatedly, "Wow, it's delicious."

He didn't nibble on it anymore, but carefully put it away.

Zhang Qian could tell at a glance that he wanted to take it back for his grandson to eat, and shook his head slightly.

With a son who can't stand up and a daughter-in-law who's lazy and good-for-nothing, Lao Liao really has it tough.

Thinking about it, he looked at Su Chen, his gaze naturally falling on the bag of spices, and smelled it again.

"This taste... is familiar, it's a bit like Michelia champaca."

Su Chen examined it carefully and handed it to him.

Zhang Qian curiously accepted it.

The plastic bag didn't contain flower petals, but rather black objects resembling toothpicks.

I picked one up and rubbed it; it was very hard. I had to use more force to break it. Upon closer inspection of the break, it was completely black, and I couldn't find any texture.

"Is this made with many different spices?"

Why make it this shape?

Old Liao raised his hand: "I know, I know..."

“My son said that this can be lit directly and made into a pretty candle that can burn all night.”

"Candles?" Zhang Qian asked, puzzled. "Then why did you say your son wanted to make perfume?"

Old Liao curled his lip: "Master Zhang, haven't you ever been to a shopping mall?"

How much can candles sell for?

"The perfume in there, such a small bottle, is so expensive!"

“My son said that if you want to make big money, you have to use your brain. He’s much smarter than his friend, right?”

Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Qian pulled out a lighter and lit one.

Su Chen raised an eyebrow, looking at the two heads peeking out from the distance.

When Wang Haitao and Dong Rongjin realized they had been discovered, they returned with chuckles.

Zhang Qian scoffed, "Finished eating?"

Dong Rongjin patted his stomach: "Master, should we throw up?"

"Fuck off!"

Zhang Qian sniffed again as he spoke, then looked at Su Chen with a grin: "You know what, I really love this taste."

He looked at Lao Liao and raised an eyebrow: "These are all mine now. How much?"

“My son stole it without paying. Master Zhang, you can keep it after Xiao Su finishes her calculations.”

Zhang Qian asked in surprise, "You have times when you don't want money?"

He took two hundred yuan out of his pocket and handed it to him: "Take it!"

Lao Liao: “…”

He turned around, beaming, and kissed the money, saying, "I actually made a profit, hehe~"

After tidying up the money, Lao Liao hurriedly took out a red paper with the birth dates of all his family members written on it from his pocket and handed it to Su Chen.

Su Chen did some calculations and frowned.

Zhang Qian paused for a moment upon seeing this, then put the plastic bag on the table, handed the lit stick to Dong Rongjin, and began to do some calculations using the red paper as a guide.

Upon realizing this, his expression darkened.

Old Liao began to have doubts.

Won't we lose a lot of money?

His family isn't well-off, and he's still in debt. Please don't do that!

Su Chen finished his calculations and glanced at Lao Liao indifferently. The latter hurriedly and cautiously asked, "Little Su, how... how did it go?"

Su Chen shook his head.

"Can't do it?"

Old Liao let out a sigh of relief: "Sigh, I knew that thing wouldn't stand up."

“I reminded him when he told me about it before.”

"If we don't want to do it, then we don't have to. It's better than losing money."

Now, he only gives him some money for cigarettes each day; if he wants to play cards, he has to earn the money himself.

Zhang Qian finally finished his calculations after a long time. He touched the fine sweat on his forehead, frowned, and looked at Su Chen: "Something's wrong with these spices!"

Su Chen nodded.

Lao Liao: “???”

"So the source of this product is wrong, then let's get a different one..."

Zhang Qian met his gaze and sighed, "Just stop letting your son cause trouble. He's lived his whole life relying on other people's lives."

Old Liao: "...It still doesn't work."

“Well, your son earns some money, but the family will have to put three or four times that amount into it. The more you let him mess around, the poorer the family will become.”

Old Liao fell silent.

Zhang Qian then looked at Su Chen: "Something must have been added to this, otherwise it wouldn't have been detected. Drugs?"

"Could it be poppy shells?"

"No."

His calculations were more intuitive than Zhang Qian's.

After saying that, he immediately picked up his mobile phone and dialed Lin Jingchun's number.

"Captain Lin, are you free?"

Lin Jingchun, who rushed over, looked noticeably rounder than before.

Su Chen whispered a few words in his ear, and Li Jingchun asked for some more details before taking the bag away.

"Hey~" Old Liao stretched out his hand, and seeing Lin Jingchun walk away quickly, he asked somewhat helplessly, "Master Zhang, look, Team Leader Lin took everything, what about the money..."

Zhang Qian glanced at him sideways: "What? You think you can take money out of your pocket once it's in your pocket?"

"Hehe, hehe~" Old Liao chuckled dryly, "That's really not very likely."

But you're not an ordinary person, so they wouldn't dare steal your money.

Zhang Qian waved his hand: "Alright, take the money. I'll come to your place to get the steamed buns later. Don't take the money."

"Sure," Old Liao's eyes lit up, and he quickly agreed.

After he cheerfully turned back to his stall, Zhang Qian took a closer look at Su Chen: "What's going on? Is it really drugs? These people are really outrageous!"

"No, you'll find out the details later."

As Su Chen spoke, he caught a glimpse of Ah Biao coming out of the backyard, and stood up to go over to him.

"Brother, what brings you here?"

Ah Biao pointed to the two baskets of bamboo leaves he had just put down: "I was just about to say I'd bring them over to you."

Su Chen flipped his hand and took out a stack of lightning-attracting talismans.

Meeting Ah Biao's questioning gaze, he explained, "I invited those masters to race the dragon boats, and there are always a few who are not convinced. If anyone tries to make things difficult for you, Brother Biao, just pull it out and scare them."

Ah Biao chuckled and said, "That's good."

"Are there any other useful talismans?"

"Oh, I almost forgot, this water-repelling talisman..."

Su Chen only took out five sheets: "Wait, I'll draw more later."

Half an hour passed while I was drawing.

As Su Chen rubbed his wrist and handed the talisman to A Biao, the latter had already heated up a bowl of braised food and winked at him.

"Want to try something new?"

"I won't eat here; I'll take it home."

A-Kui's new braised dishes were spicy. Su Chen went back and tried them with Liu Chunhua. Liu Chunhua's eyes and nose were running from the spiciness, and she kept saying that it was too spicy.

She tried desperately to stop them from moving the braised food.

"Take another bite, then I'll rinse it with water so it won't be too spicy."

"Tell me, no wonder A-Kui can make so much money. With the food she makes, it would be strange if she couldn't sell it."

Seeing Su Chen get up, she quickly instructed, "A-Chen, put A-Yun down!"

Su Chen: “???”

"Don't take Ayun every day, take Yueyue and Acai too. Don't be too biased."

"Ok."

Su Chen handed Xiao Ayun to Liu Chunhua, glanced around, and saw that Yueyue and Acai were playing happily in the basement. It wouldn't be appropriate to disturb them at this time, so he simply returned to Shanghai alone.

As soon as he left the Ghost Path, he saw three people standing in front of the stall.

Two men and one woman, all in their early twenties.

As Su Chen walked out, he carefully examined the faces of the three people.

When Little Willow saw him come out, she cheerfully reminded him, "Brother and sister, Master Su is back!"

Then she explained to Su Chen, "Master Su, my older brother and sister want their fortunes told."

Su Chen nodded and turned to the three of them: "So...who will take the blame?"