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

Lin Jingyu and Wang Haitao looked at the same time and saw a thin little boy with sallow skin.

He looked to be no more than seven or eight years old. Because he was so thin, his eyes appeared big, with clear black and white.

His little hands were now tightly clutching a stack of money.

At the bottom is a two-cent note, and above it are all one-cent notes.

Old Liao was worried about the money he was about to spend, and he waved his hand in annoyance: "Go away, go away, what do you think you are, a little kid? Isn't this nonsense? You still don't have any money."

When the little boy was chased by Lao Liao, he subconsciously shrank his neck and took several steps back.

"Uncle Liao." Lin Jingyu called out, "Don't scare the child."

Old Liao laughed dryly.

"Who, who knows if he's here to cause trouble? I just said it casually."

Lin Jingyu walked over, squatted in front of the little boy, and asked softly, "Don't be afraid, son. Tell your uncle why you want to have your fortune told."

The little boy pursed his lips, lowered his head, one hand tightly tugging at the seam of his pants, and whispered: "Grandma said that my sister is unkind, but my sister is the best to me. I, I don't want her to leave~"

Lin Jingyu suddenly understood: "I understand. Your family wants to send your sister away. You came to tell your fortune to prove that your sister won't die. Do you want to keep her?"

The little boy didn't look up, but nodded slowly: "Sister, sister has already run away in anger~"

"Okay, uncle will pay for it for you."

Wang Haitao raised his eyebrows, closed the picture book, and moved closer to Su Chen: "This brother... is he the money-giving boy?"

Su Chen smiled bitterly: "Brother Yu, you don't have to pay."

"That won't work, buddy. You still have to support your family, so I'll pay for it. I don't need it anyway..."

"I don't count."

The rest of Lin Jingyu's words were stuck in his throat. He looked at Su Chen in disbelief, thinking he had misheard.

"Wha, what?"

Su Chen glanced at the little boy and said, "I won't help him calculate it."

"Why?!"

Not only Lin Jingyu asked this question, Wang Haitao, Lao Liao and others were also confused at the moment.

Wang Haitao looked at the little boy carefully for a few seconds and asked in a low voice, "Liu Xian, Liu Xian, is there something wrong with this kid?"

Liu Xian didn't reply.

Lin Jingyu was anxious.

But although he was anxious, he was still rational.

"Dude, I know you're definitely not doing this for money, so what's the reason?"

Aunt Li was also puzzled: "Yes, Master Su, this child looks so pitiful, can't you help him?"

"And from what he heard from his sister, I guess she's just annoyed that there are too many girls in the family and wants to give them away."

Su Chen tapped his fingers lightly on the table: "She treats you very well, right? Are you doing her justice by being so obedient?"

The little boy raised his head suddenly, looked at Su Chen in horror, his lips trembled, and he shook his head repeatedly: "I, I don't want to, I don't want to."

Then he took two steps back: "I, I don't, forget it!"

He turned and rushed towards the street corner.

"Hey, hey, wait, explain yourself clearly~" Lin Jingyu hurriedly stood up and tried to chase after him, but the child disappeared in the blink of an eye, so he had to return home disappointed.

Old Liao curled his lips and said, "Ayu, don't chase her anymore. How could Master Su be wrong? This kid is feeling guilty."

As he spoke, Old Liao looked at Su Chen with a smile: "Master Su's eyesight is still very good. He is not like Ah Yu, who is stubborn. I just made a sound and I was glared at several times."

These words made Lin Jingyu laugh dryly.

Su Chen didn't explain much.

After the third eye is opened, as long as you concentrate, you can see fragments of several important nodes in a person's past, present and future.

Just now, he saw two pictures.

In one picture.

The little boy who escaped from Chunming Street was slapped hard in the alley.

"You useless thing, I'll tell you that your sister won't be able to do anything about it!"

He covered his face and asked along the way if anyone had seen a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl with red spots at the corners of her eyes.

Late at night, he found someone in the corridor of a dilapidated building. Instead of disturbing her, he ran home quickly.

Soon, he brought his men to tie the girl up tightly and sent her to the shed of an old man who was drinking, in exchange for five hundred yuan.

The moment they got the money, they all smiled.

The little boy's smile was very bright, and his eyes were still clearly black and white under the dim tungsten light.

In another scene, Ayu finds the shed, gives the old man money, rescues the girl, and arranges a job for her.

But soon, the girl was found by the little boy, and her salary was snatched away by her family again. The salary was not enough to fill their appetites, so they came to threaten Ayu. Ayu refused to give it and hid the girl. However, she secretly returned home to visit again and was sold again.

Su Chen sighed softly.

Some people have their own personalities, and rescuing them once or twice won't pull them out of the quagmire.

Neither he nor Ayu could bear the fate of others for their entire lives.

This is also the reason why he refuses fortune-telling.

It's just that little boy...

Su Chen's eyes deepened.

"Liu Xian, what exactly is going on?"

Seeing that Su Chen did not respond, Wang Haitao called Liu Xian again.

After a long time, he finally heard Liu Xian's helpless voice: "That boy didn't come to calculate whether my sister was unlucky or not, he was calculating her location and planned to bring people to capture her."

Wang Haitao stared: "...Huh?"

After a long while, he muttered in a low voice: "I was wondering why he kept looking down. Turns out he was lying."

"It seems like this is the first time you've done this, and you're feeling uncomfortable."

"Master Su is indeed very capable. After he points it out to me, that child should be able to mend his ways, right?"

He was answered by silence.

"Liu Xian? Liu Xian?"

"Shut up!"

"Uuuuuuu~"

Wang Haitao glared angrily.

What did I say wrong?

Why do you always shut me up? I bought so many delicious things, but they won’t taste good if they get cold, Liu Xian.

Su Chen turned sideways and glanced at Wang Haitao, who immediately straightened up and gave him a fake smile.

Only when Su Chen looked away did Wang Haitao feel like crying but had no tears left.

Really.

Liu Xian, your temper is as changeable as the weather in June. This is not conducive to your cultivation, do you know?

Unfortunately, after complaining for a long time, his mouth was still sealed, so Wang Haitao had no choice but to open the comic book.

Never mind, it’s not the first time anyway, just read the book.

The little boy's one dollar fortune-telling was just an episode. Less than half an hour later, A Biao came back, bringing not only A Kui, but also an old man with a sad face.

As soon as the old man saw Su Chen, he knelt down immediately.

"Miracle doctor, miracle doctor, help me."

Wang Haitao: “???”

No, how come he became a miracle doctor again?

He failed to kneel down, and A Biao held him up.

The latter smiled apologetically at Su Chen.

"Brother, I'm sorry. He said he had a strange disease that couldn't be cured. We found him on the roof and was about to jump, so we thought of bringing him here for you to take a look."

Lin Jingyu raised his eyebrows: "Oh, you are on the roof~"

Ah Kui's face flushed, and she glared at Lin Jingyu fiercely, then gave Su Chen a dry laugh: "Master, can you tell what disease he has?"

Wang Haitao curled his lips.

He is in his seventies or eighties, but he knelt down quite skillfully just now. He doesn't look like he is sick.

Su Chen asked the old man to sit down and sighed: "Two months ago, you picked up a red envelope, right? There was 500 yuan in it."

The old man was stunned for a moment and laughed dryly: "Divine Doctor, I came to you to treat my illness, not..."

"That's borrowing life."

The old man froze.