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

Feeling safe, Old Chen couldn't help but take a closer look at Su Chen.

Upon seeing this, Chen Laosan also glanced at Su Chen, and his eyes seemed to light up with gold.

"Young man, why are you... emitting golden light?"

He looked at the others, then at himself: "None of us have any."

Old Chen added, "No, Old Cai also has a little bit, though it's not very obvious."

Upon hearing this, Chen Laosan looked at Lao Cai carefully and asked, "Why do you have it?"

"Is this... meritorious deeds?" Old Chen asked Su Chen in a low voice. "I remember when Old Cai was young, he saved a lot of people during a flood. He was so exhausted that he slept for a whole day and night without even finishing his pancake. His parents were almost scared to death."

Old Chen asked, "Saved so many people, and this is all? Then what about this young man..."

"What immeasurable merit!"

Old Chen didn't respond because the footsteps were getting closer, and he could see that someone was about to come in.

Seeing that he put down the small calligraphy and stood in front of him, Chen Laosan looked around, tugged at the chair that had fallen to the ground, but then thought it was too heavy. Remembering the shovel from before, he hurriedly urged Su Chen in a low voice.

"Young man, hurry up and give us the shovel."

Old Cai nodded: "Yes, yes, no matter how old we are, we have plenty of strength, we are not afraid."

Su Chen reassured them, then looked towards the door. A burly white man staggered in, carrying a bottle of liquor. He paused, wiped his eyes, and then looked away…

Just as he was about to see Su Chen and the others, he staggered and fell forward.

The bottle crashed to the ground, rolled several times, and came to a stop.

He struggled a few times, but couldn't get up; instead, he started snoring loudly.

"Sleeping, asleep?"

Old Chen and the others looked at each other for a while before looking at Su Chen and asking in a low voice.

Seeing Su Chen nod, Old Chen and the others finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Chen Laosan wiped his forehead and said in a low voice, "This foreigner looks quite intimidating, but I didn't expect him to be just a pretty face. He fell down without even being hit."

"Shut up, or you'll turn around and make too much noise and wake people up."

Chen Laosan quickly covered his mouth.

Seeing that everything was alright here, Lian Jinhua looked back at the cabinet and asked worriedly, "Young man, what do we do now?"

Su Chen smiled and said, "No rush."

He condensed a few merit beans and flicked them into the cabinet.

A moment later, a head peeked out cautiously, scanning Lin Zhen and the others before fixing its gaze on Su Chen and scrutinizing him closely.

Su Chen gestured for them to step aside before beckoning to him.

The man's spirit floated out, circled around Su Chen once, and then closed his eyes comfortably.

Su Chen reached out, and the other spirit cautiously touched him. Finding that he hadn't been hurt, he became happy and ran back to the cabinet. A moment later, the other three spirits, one large and two small, floated out. Finding that touching Su Chen really didn't hurt their hands, they started touching him all over.

He affectionately picked up the older girl and placed the younger boy on his neck, letting him hold his head, before asking, "How long have you been here?"

Both spirits shook their heads in unison.

"You don't know? You haven't been out for a while?"

"You'll get hurt if you go out."

Su Chen nodded: "You can't go out during the day, and you don't go out at night either?"

"I have to take care of the child, and the child is afraid."

Old Chen sighed softly upon hearing this.

So they haven't left this house in the past few years?

No, perhaps they didn't even leave this kitchen.

Just then, another soft sound came from behind them, and the group frowned instinctively.

"This time, the footsteps..."

As soon as Chen Laosan spoke, the man had already run to the door. He was wearing a jacket, not very tall, with slightly dark skin and a square face; he was clearly Chinese.

All eyes turned downwards, landing on his right hand.

There, the blade gleamed coldly.

The man glanced at the white man lying on the ground, paused for a moment, then quickly turned his head and squinted at them.

"you……"

"Trespassing..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man felt a blur before his eyes, and the large group of people who had been standing at the kitchen door just moments before vanished.

He frowned, incredulous.

Then, slightly bowing his body, he cautiously placed the knife in front of him and approached step by step.

Upon arriving at the kitchen door, he immediately brandished the knife, slashing it up, down, left, and right.

After confirming that he hadn't bumped into anything, he breathed a sigh of relief and cursed under his breath, "Looks like I really did have too much inhalation and my eyes were playing tricks on me. I was almost scared to death."

He had just patted his chest when he quickly squinted, cautiously approached the window, and carefully peered outside through a corner of the curtain. Finding nothing, he hurriedly closed the front door and turned off the only light in the messy bedroom. There were rustling sounds inside, but he didn't come out.

In the wasteland.

Old Chen and the others stared at the water mirror floating in front of them, their faces full of confusion.

"Young man, what are we looking at him for?"

"Yes, we don't know this person."

"Could it be..."

Lian Jinhua looked at Lin Zhen with concern as she spoke.

The latter's gaze had been fixed on Alan's family of four, and now he noticed that they were trembling as they looked at the water mirror, their brows furrowed.

His old hands were clenched tightly, veins bulging.

Everyone guessed what had happened and fell silent instantly.

Shui Jing was quiet for a short while, then a series of chaotic footsteps were heard, and the door was violently kicked open.

As the group entered, they were tripped by the white man at their feet. Enraged, they immediately stabbed him, blood splattering everywhere. The stench of blood seemed to penetrate the water and enter everyone's noses. Old Chen instinctively covered Xiao Kai's nose, but then realized it wasn't right and covered his eyes instead.

The lights came on, and they realized they had stabbed the wrong person. The people started cursing and swearing as they searched the messy room for the wrong person.

They went into the bedroom and searched around but couldn't find anyone.

Old Chen panicked: "Where is he? Why can't we find him? Where did he hide?"

Chen Laosan: "You didn't climb out the window, did you? Young man, is there a window in that bedroom?"

Su Chen didn't answer, he just smiled.

Unable to find anyone, the group cursed and smashed the furniture, then ransacked the place. Finding nothing of value, they continued cursing as they headed towards the door.

Just as the last person was about to leave, two loud thumps came from inside.

The group immediately stopped in their tracks.

Chen Laosan exclaimed in surprise: "Did this damned murderer do this commotion out of his own stupidity?"

Old Chen rolled his eyes.

What sweet dreams are you having?

He looked at Su Chen, who had a faint smile on his lips.

For some reason, Old Chen suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

A person with such abilities could truly kill without leaving a trace, right?

Does that mean we can do whatever we want?

But such thoughts vanished in an instant when he thought of the golden light emanating from his body.

Old Cai saved so many people, yet he only has so little merit.

What great deeds must this young man have done to accumulate so much wealth?

He felt relieved and looked at the water mirror again. A group of irritable men had already lifted the bed in the bedroom and discovered the hidden door underneath. After prying it open, three men went down, and soon a shrill scream came from inside.

Shui Jing's perspective shifted, the lights below came on, and two people climbed down the stairs. They smiled at the man whose face was bruised and swollen, squatted down, lightly patted his face with a knife, and spoke contemptuously.

Old Chen frowned deeply: "No, what is this? Old Chen, do you understand?"

Old Chen glanced at him and said, "Do you think I'm a college student?"