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

"Master Qin!"

Su Chen went over, placed his hands on Qin Deshui's right arm, and together with Zheng Heng, helped Qin Deshui to sit down on the sofa.

In just a short while, Qin Deshui's originally pale face regained its color.

Seeing that the blackness on Su Chen's right elbow was gradually fading, Zheng Heng knew that Su Chen was receiving treatment, and then explained, "I took the corpse of that man surnamed Tan back. The exorcism team has already called back."

"Master Qin was seriously injured, and they asked me to treat him. But what could I possibly do to treat him like this? So I brought Master Qin here."

As he spoke, he casually took the first-aid kit brought by Lin Jingyu's assistant, opened it, and took out gauze and alcohol for later use.

Su Chen nodded, and Qin Deshui smiled when he saw his serious expression.

"It's alright, the injury isn't serious."

Su Chen sighed softly and asked, "Is he that person?"

Qin Deshui pondered for a long time before finally letting out a breath.

When he spoke again, his tone was much more weathered.

"Ever since I consulted you about my fortune, I've been puzzled. We've consulted everyone in the sect, but it's not you. Who could it be?"

Zheng Heng raised an eyebrow, somewhat incredulous.

Master Zhou actually comes from the Lushan School?

“I know your abilities, there will be absolutely no problem. The problem lies with that list.”

"It took me a long time to verify, and only then did I suspect that it might be the spirits of the several uncles and senior brothers who were presumed to have died in the war. So I went to the underworld to check the Book of Life and Death with the City God."

Everyone around strained to hear.

Qin Deshui gave a bitter laugh: "I knew something was wrong when I couldn't find my Uncle Zhou in the Book of Life and Death."

Zheng Heng asked curiously, "Master Qin, how come it can't be found in the Book of Life and Death?"

"Is there some kind of magic that can erase it?"

Qin Deshui slowly shook his head: "I don't know if it's magic or something else, but I've never heard of it before."

As he spoke, he looked at Su Chen, and seeing the latter shake his head, he said, "No wonder my master and the others didn't notice anything unusual, and even... there is still a memorial tablet for my senior uncle in our sect."

Zheng Heng noticed some skin peeling off at the elbow joint of Su Chen's right arm, and carefully peeled it off with tweezers. But seeing the charcoal-black forearm, he glanced at Su Chen and asked, "Master Su, should this be scraped off?"

"Okay, go ahead and shave."

Zheng Heng hesitated and looked at Qin Deshui, who laughed and said, "What are you afraid of? With such a high fever, how much pain can it really cause?"

"Then, then I'll really do it."

The assistant, being very perceptive, brought over a trash can.

Zheng Heng took out a scalpel from his bag and began scraping the forearm bone. His movements were very gentle, and the sound he made was minimal.

Even so, many people looked away, unable to bear watching.

Qin Deshui glanced at the flesh that was gradually growing back on his elbow and smiled at Su Chen: "It's all thanks to you. I never thought my hand would heal completely."

Su Chen understood his meaning and didn't want to waste any more words on Master Zhou's matter, so he simply asked Yan Rui of the Cuicheng Exorcism Team.

Qin Deshui was taken aback: "Did that old guy do something reckless?"

As he spoke, he was about to stand up.

Even with Su Chen holding his shoulder, he didn't stop: "Give me the phone, I'm going to call him and give him a piece of my mind. He never lets me have a moment's peace, he's always causing me trouble!"

"It's only been a short time since we've taken care of it, and it's already getting too big for its britches?"

Su Chen laughed: "It's not that exaggerated, it's just that the attitude towards some Xuan Masters isn't very good."

As expected of his own apprentice, Su Chen knew exactly what Yan Rui had done as soon as Qin Deshui was mentioned: "Is he jealous that someone is more capable than him? Did he secretly trip someone up?"

Seeing that Su Chen acquiesced, Qin Deshui launched into another tirade.

After he finished cursing, most of the flesh on his forearm had grown back.

Zheng Heng had already cleaned up Qin Deshui's fingers, and upon closer inspection of the slowly growing flesh, he was still amazed.

Then Qin Deshui said, "Actually, I did have doubts about that kid back then."

"Having some talent makes one's ambitions sky-high."

"Which of his senior brothers didn't come from a poor background? They all know their place, only he does..."

"What era are we living in? People still think the Lushan Sect is number one. I'm afraid that kid will get resentful from hearing others praise you every day, challenge you to a match, lose, and go astray."

"That's great. I'm happy that Chang said he wants to set up an exorcism group in Cuicheng."

“Our land has never been managed since ancient times. It’s all mountains, one mountain after another. In the past, even if something happened, it would take ten days or half a month for the news to reach us. By the time we got there, we could only clean up the mess.”

"What could we possibly encounter back then? They were all vengeful ghosts tainted with malevolent energy, and all we could do was fight and kill them."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Heng suddenly realized: "So the masters of the Lushan School are so powerful because they were forced into it."

Qin Deshui paused for a moment, then grinned and nodded.

"It's not that I was forced to do it. If I weren't so capable, I would have been killed by those vengeful ghosts long ago."

Once this was brought up, Qin Deshui started talking non-stop.

He recounted the embarrassing incidents he had when he was a disciple and undergoing training.

His tone was much more relaxed.

As he spoke, his voice gradually slowed down and weakened, and then a snoring sound began.

Su Chen put his index finger to his lips, signaling everyone to be quiet and not make too much noise.

Another hour passed.

Once the food was ready, Su Chen raised his hand and gently exhaled.

Looking at Qin Deshui's right arm, it had already returned to normal. The new skin was pink and tender, which seemed out of place with him. Anyone who didn't know better would think that it had just been cut off from someone else.

Zheng Heng couldn't resist borrowing the camera and taking a few pictures.

When Qin Deshui woke up, the sun had already begun to set in the west.

Zheng Yanxi was holding a stack of documents and reporting the situation to Su Chen.

He blinked, shook his head, and shifted his body, immediately attracting the attention of the two men.

"I'm fine~" Qin Deshui waved his hand and said.

Su Chen smiled at him and continued to ask Zheng Yanxi questions.

Qin Deshui listened carefully for a few moments and realized they were talking about the casino, instantly losing interest.

"Master Qin, are you hungry? Shall I have someone cook you a bowl of noodles?"

Qin Deshui turned his head, recognized Lin Jingyu, rubbed his stomach, and nodded with a smile: "That works too."

His gaze shifted to Zheng Heng, he opened his mouth, then closed it again.

Zheng Heng chuckled: "Master Qin, please just say what you have to say."

"It's nothing, it's just my senior uncle's face..."

Zheng Heng shook his head: "I only glanced at it briefly, I didn't see it at all."

Qin Deshui was clearly somewhat disappointed.

"I was using magic to break his illusion at that time. If you didn't see it, I'm afraid..."

"Like a clay ox sinking into the sea, it can never be caught again."

Qin Deshui turned his head and saw Su Chen approaching, asking, "Is it over?"

"Hmm, Master Qin, you've been observing for so many days, yet you still haven't gotten a clear look at Master Zhou's face?"

Qin Deshui shook his head.

"A cunning rabbit has three burrows. My senior uncle was able to fake his death and even fool my master. He probably didn't actually die to outsiders."

"It's no use squatting for as long as you want."

“If it weren’t for such a big incident at the factory here, which forced him to step in to maintain it, I estimate that he might not have been able to serve another ten years.”

Su Chen nodded: "Indeed, his illusion magic is quite amazing."

Qin Deshui was stunned: "You ran into them?"