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

Seeing Su Chen coming back alone, Old Song and the others looked around in surprise: "Master Su, where is he?"

"It's almost Qingming Festival, I'm going to stay in my hometown."

Old Song was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud, "That couple is so shameless, I didn't expect they were so calculating."

"What's wrong with that child? Why is he wrapped so tightly?" Ge Ping'an asked in a low voice.

Su Chen smiled at him: "No matter what happened before, it's okay now. You guys..."

He glanced at Huang Nansong and Zhao Yukun who were moving tables and asked, "Are you still planning to play chess here?"

"Ah, isn't this a bit of a chore?"

The main reason was that they couldn't hear clearly in the teahouse. When they ran to the door, all they could hear was the spiritual rabbit.

So when Su Chen left just now, they discussed it and decided to start playing chess here at five in the morning to avoid missing out on key information.

Su Chen reminded: "Move inside a little, it will rain later."

"Oh, okay, okay." Huang Nansong didn't have any doubts. He immediately pushed the table inward and winked at Lao Song and the others.

"Ah, chessboard..." Old Song kicked Ge Ping'an, "Old Ge, chessboard and chess pieces!"

"I'll get it now..."

When Ge Ping'an ran home, Zhao Yukun sat down in front of the stall.

Huang Nansong and the others were originally curious about what happened to him, but when they heard Zhao Yukun say that he wanted to ask about his deceased family members, they tacitly moved away.

The tragic plight of the Zhao family back then is still vivid in people’s minds. The neighbors didn’t know the specific situation and didn’t dare to help rashly. If Old Song hadn’t helped, how could there be Zhao Yukun today?

Su Chen took the paper handed to him by Zhao Yukun, unfolded it and took a look.

"Master Su, can it be counted?"

The paper was densely packed with people's dates of birth and addresses.

Both the front and back.

Su Chen nodded: "Can't find any clues?"

Zhao Yukun pursed his lips and nodded.

So this paper contains all the information about the suspects that he has painstakingly collected over the years.

Seeing Su Chen start to calculate, Zhao Yukun's pupils shrank and a sharp flash passed by.

Unfortunately, after Su Chen finished calculating everything, he shook his head at him.

"Isn't it them?"

While Zhao Yukun was disappointed, he also breathed a sigh of relief.

The records on the paper are all the relatives, friends and neighbors who had more interactions with the parents at the time. If it is not them, at least it shows that they were not let down at the time.

Zhao Yukun laughed, took out his wallet, handed the money to Su Chen, put away the paper and was about to leave when Su Chen reminded him, "Didn't you want to ask about your parents?"

Zhao Yukun shuddered and looked at him in disbelief: "Su, Taoist Su, you wouldn't..."

"I have something to do in Songjiang Yinsi. Please wait for me for a moment."

Su Chen returned to Cuicheng, got some paper houses from Ah Hu, and took Zhao Yukun to the City God Temple.

The paper house burned and turned into five solid courtyards made of gray bricks and gray tiles. The underworld officials were stunned for a moment. When Su Chen brought Zhao Yukun into the underworld, they were shocked again.

Fortunately, they quickly recognized Su Chen and greeted him.

Judge Wen rushed over and said, "Master Su, your courtyard burned down..."

"I heard that there is a new day patrol in the underworld."

Judge Wen suddenly realized, "Master, it seems you have a history with this person. He's currently conversing with the City God. Master, please come this way."

As he spoke, he glanced at Zhao Yukun again.

"Oh, his parents died tragically at a young age. It's not clear, I'm worried about them. Please make some arrangements."

Judge Wen readily agreed and quickly summoned the underworld messenger to lead Zhao Yukun there.

He took Su Chen into the underworld hall.

In the hall, the thin man Siyan was stunned when he saw Su Chen.

When Song Shishi woke up, she found the teahouse filled with delicious food.

"Really? You know I can't eat too much, but you're obviously tempting me! Who bought this?!"

She looked around and her eyes fell on Cai Guobang.

"It's not me, it's not me~"

Cai Guobang waved his hands quickly.

"Shishi, you can eat more beef. I've asked." Zhao Yukun explained.

Song Shishi stared at him with a ghostly expression: "This... did you prepare this?"

"You made a fortune without telling us?"

"No, I'm just... in a good mood."

A good mood?

Song Shishi stared at him suspiciously for a while, and found that Lao Song was eating beef crazily. She no longer cared about him, so she sat down and moved the plate over.

"Hey, you girl!"

Old Song didn't intend to argue with her and quickly attacked the pig's trotters.

Of course, he carefully observed Xiao Liu'er while eating, and found that she didn't seem to be affected much, so he felt a little relieved.

The sky outside, which was originally sunny, suddenly darkened.

The rain began to fall.

Song Shishi turned her head and glanced at it, feeling a headache: "I hate rainy days the most."

Zhao Yukun: "I brought a big umbrella. I'll take you there later."

"Who cares about this?" Song Shishi said angrily.

She turned her head and looked at Xiao Liu'er worriedly: "Does your leg hurt?"

He glared at Old Song again and said, "Where's your old cold leg, old man? Are you okay?"

Lao Song: "If you give me all the beef, I'll be fine."

"dream!"

Xiao Liu'er: "Sister, eat some food, and the pain will go away!"

Her cheeks were pulled up.

"Okay, little Liu'er, you're starting to learn bad habits. Let me show you how I punish you!"

There was laughter and joy in the teahouse.

Outside the window, a car passed by slowly.

The young man in the passenger seat had a gloomy face.

"Damn it, where are we supposed to find this on the spur of the moment?"

"Brother Xing, how about we go to the funeral home and steal?"

Xu Zaixing, who was driving, glared at him and said, "Do you have any brains? If you want to put our brothers in jail, then steal!"

"If not stealing, then robbing?"

Xu Zaixing snorted: "No, someone would call the police if someone robbed them."

Get rich quietly.

Seeing that the van was driving more and more smoothly, he gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go for a stroll on the outskirts of the city tonight and look for an opportunity."

"By the way, let's go buy some gloves and large plastic bags later."

……

Their voices were drowned out by the roar of the engines.

But the soul hiding in the shadows heard it clearly.

The latter seemed to remember something, and his soul began to tremble, quickly turning from gray to black.

"what!"

The shrill scream made Zhao Yukun and the others shudder.

Everyone looked outside.

Lao Song: "Did you hear any sound?"

Cai Guobang raised his hand: "A woman's scream."

"Isn't it domestic violence?"

He looked at Lao Song suspiciously.

Although he had been here for several days and had met some people, the old street was so long and had so many people living there that he had no idea of ​​the situation of each household.

"Can you recognize who it is by the voice?"

As soon as the words fell, another shrill cry was heard.

"Help!"

"There's a ghost!"

"help me!"

The sound was getting closer and closer. Old Song, Zhao Yukun and the others immediately stood up and rushed out of the teahouse.

Turn around and look.

A woman fell to the ground, her hair disheveled, she was terrified, and she kept trying to crawl forward with her hands.

There was nothing behind her, but her legs suddenly lifted up, and then her whole body moved backwards.

Old Song's eyes widened, and he skillfully reached into his trouser leg, pulled out a saber, and threw it without thinking.

He said in a booming voice, "Hey, where did this ugly thing come from?! You're doing evil to your grandfather in broad daylight, you're looking for death!"