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

The old man took a glance and looked at Song Shishi with disdain.

"Shouldn't I tell you not to go out at night?"

"He went blind at such a young age."

"Didn't you see the words so big?"

"Here is... this is a memorial."

Song Shishi chuckled twice, scratched her ears, and bit her bun fiercely: "There's no word 'petition' written on it, how could anyone know?"

The old man ignored her, munching on his steamed bun silently, and walked behind Su Chen to watch him write.

Song Shishi glanced a few times and walked to Xiao Liu'er.

"It's just that the handwriting is a little better. Look at Grandpa's expression..."

In his early years, the old man's hands were used to carry guns and cannons. Later, when his life became stable, he was arranged by the organization to learn to read and write. His ideological awareness improved, but his handwriting became like a dog's crawl.

Song Shishi felt that she was influenced by the old man. She had a beautiful face, but the words she wrote looked like dog crawling. She was very depressed. So when she taught Xiao Liuer, she never gave any guidance and let Xiao Liuer practice according to the words in the book. This saved him from suffering.

"I think this handwriting isn't as beautiful as yours, Xiao Liu'er."

The old man raised his head and glared at Song Shishi.

"I am old, but there is nothing wrong with my ears..."

Su Chen smiled and wrote the last few words, folded it up, and motioned Xiao Liu'er to come forward.

Song Shishi and the old man hurriedly put down the steamed buns and looked at Su Chen nervously.

"You two should step back. A ghost messenger should be here soon."

"Oh oh oh, okay, okay okay."

The old man hurriedly pulled Song Shishi back to the counter.

Seeing Su Chen nod, he nervously held the old man's hand.

Song Shishi shouted, "Don't be afraid, Xiao Liu'er, we are all here."

Xiao Liu'er raised the corners of her mouth, and her shallow dimples made her look even sweeter.

Su Chen looked at her carefully twice, then flipped his hand and the folded petition caught fire.

In the old man's sight, the yellow paper turned to ash in an instant, and the smoke from the burning also dissipated in the blink of an eye. But under Su Chen's eyes, the letter quickly turned into a beam of light and shot straight towards the north.

Inside the main hall of the City God Temple, a faint light flickered on the statue of Bolu Hou, who lowered his eyes. The Taoist priest guarding the temple seemed to sense something and raised his head in confusion, only to see the familiar statue, without any change.

He scratched his head and continued to wipe the altar.

In the underworld below the main hall, a ghost messenger quickly presented the petition.

"Which Taoist priest is it?"

"Su Chen, from Cuicheng."

Bo Lu Hou was stunned for a moment, then quickly stood up and said, "It's that Taoist Master Su!"

Realizing that he was too excited, he coughed lightly and looked at the memorial.

The petition unfolded in the air, and each word shot into his eyes.

Marquis Bolu narrowed his eyes. "Oh? This incident actually happened under my jurisdiction. Where is Judge Wen?"

A cold wind suddenly blew in the teahouse.

Song Shishi and the old man subconsciously tightened their clothes.

Xiao Liu'er's body was also trembling slightly. The little girl pursed her lips and said nothing, still standing straight.

The cold wind stopped, and a figure appeared beside the table. It was none other than Judge Wen.

Su Chen stood up and saluted: "Judge!"

"Master Su, is this the victim whose life was exchanged?"

"Yes."

Judge Wen threw the judge's pen in his hand, and the pen slid down from the top of Xiao Liu'er's head little by little. On the document in the judge's hand, Xiao Liu'er's portrait appeared little by little.

The judge's pen finished drawing Xiao Liu'er's feet, then flew to the center of her eyebrows. With a slight tap, the portrait on the document began to vibrate, change, and distort...

A fate book appeared in front of the judge and was quickly opened.

In the eyes of the old man and Song Shishi, Su Chen and Xiao Liu'er just stood there.

The wait was a bit long. Song Shishi couldn't stand it any longer. She tugged at the old man's clothes and asked softly, "Grandpa, can you see that... Judge?"

The old man shook her hand away in disgust.

"If you can't see it, how can I possibly see it?"

Song Shishi felt wronged: "Don't you always say that you have one foot in the coffin? You are already half a ghost. Aren't you from the same family?"

elder:"……"

Don’t be angry, don’t be angry!

Rolling his eyes secretly, he took a few deep breaths and forced a smile.

"I knew you wished I would die soon so you could inherit my..."

Song Shishi: "How much moldy tea?"

The old man pinched his philtrum and turned his head with a death stare.

Song Shishi took two steps back and waved her hand: "Don't worry, I don't like tea, I won't fight with you."

No.

Why are other people's granddaughters so well-behaved, cute, sensible and considerate?

My own home...

"what!"

Xiao Liu'er's gentle exclamation instantly made the old man's anger disappear.

He hurriedly looked towards Xiao Liu'er.

The little girl's straight body tilted slightly.

The old man subconsciously took two steps forward, met Su Chen's eyes, and then stepped back.

"What's wrong with Xiao Liu'er? Hey, Mr. Su, are you okay?"

Seeing Xiao Liu'er's hands pressing on her back, Song Shishi quickly spoke up.

Su Chen didn't reply. Xiao Liu'er pressed her hands all over her body, and soon turned around in surprise: "Sister, I don't feel any pain anymore!"

"real?!"

"Yeah, before, it hurt here, here, and here, but now it doesn't hurt anymore."

"Master is amazing!"

Xiao Liuer couldn't help grinning.

The old man and Song Shishi were both stunned, and their eyes soon turned red again.

They had no idea that Xiao Liu'er had been in pain in these places before.

Xiao Liu'er is really... so patient and sensible.

Su Chen bowed again to Judge Wen: "Thank you, Judge, for your keen observation!"

Judge Wen waved his hand and said, "It was my fault that the underworld failed to oversee this. Where is Song Shishi?"

Su Chen pointed at Song Shishi.

The judge's pen in Judge Wen's hand flew over and tapped Song Shishi's eyebrows.

He nodded quickly, and the judge's pen flew back, correcting the previously changed lifespan in the fate book.

After the matter was settled, Judge Wen bowed to Su Chen and his figure slowly disappeared.

The coldness in the teahouse gradually dissipated.

Song Shishi and the old man noticed that the goose bumps on the back of their hands disappeared, and they guessed something and hurriedly moved towards Xiao Liuer.

"Master Su, has Xiao Liu'er's life been saved?"

"Grandpa, are you stupid? How did Xiao Liuer get better without being brought back?"

Song Shishi's hand groped around Xiao Liu'er's body and landed on her left leg. Her joy faded away and her eyes turned red again.

"Damn beasts! If they hadn't saved Xiao Liu'er's life, how could Xiao Liu'er have lost a leg?"

Xiao Liu'er is a girl.

The more Song Shishi thought about it, the sadder she became.

She would feel sad even if she had a pimple on her face. I really don’t know how Xiao Liuer has managed to survive all these years.

The old man sighed: "Shishi, don't say anything, the current situation is already very good."

He doesn't ask for anything else.

I just hope the two children live to old age in peace.

Xiao Liuer nodded her head heavily: "Yes, sister, I am already very satisfied now that I am well again."

"As for the legs..."

"The prosthesis is good. I can walk and jog without any problem."

Song Shishi sniffed: "It doesn't look good~"

"You, you!" The old man pulled her ears up, "You really want to make Xiao Liu'er sad, don't you? Do you have any sense?"

Song Shishi was so angry that she shut up.

Su Chen sat down again: "Xiao Liu'er, come here."

The three of them looked at him.

Song Shishi became alert: "What are you going to do?"

She was immediately hit on the forehead by the old man.

"Hey, old man..."

"Her leg can be cured, but it will take a long time."

"It may take a year, maybe two years, for the calf to grow back."

Song Shishi was stunned, holding her head.

Then he jumped three feet high.

"what?!"

"You think Xiao Liu'er's calves can grow back?!"

"real or fake?!"