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

In an instant, Lao Song and the others felt their scalps go numb.

The woman still had a faint smile on her face as everyone looked at her.

This time Old Song saw clearly that she was wearing a moon-white cheongsam, barefoot, and her black hair almost reached the ground. Her face, which looked very ordinary before, now looked even more beautiful than Shishi.

Especially the eyebrows when looking up...

Old Song subconsciously covered his chest, trying to suppress his pounding heart.

She looks very much like the daughter of a landlord whom I saw when I went to borrow money with my father when I was young.

The wind was howling coldly at that time, and the smile she gave was so intense that even the crows on the dead branches changed color.

With a smile on his face, Lao Song slowly lowered his hand, his eyes dazed.

The middle-aged and elderly people in the teahouse fell into despair earlier than Lao Song. They all had smiles in their eyes and laughed.

Xiao Liu'er had already closed her eyes, murmuring, "Dad, Mom, Sister, Grandpa~"

Su Chen slightly turned sideways.

His eyes fell on the woman.

After taking a quick look, he continued drawing talismans.

In the teahouse, the woman withdrew her gaze, reached out to open the plastic bag, took out another plum, and put it into her mouth.

"The Chang family's kid said you were here. So, is this how you treat guests?"

Su Chen paused with the pen in his hand, stood up and went into the teahouse.

He examined the woman carefully and said, "I thought you were just bored and enjoying the world."

"That story just now wasn't very good."

The woman nodded. "This old fellow's storytelling skills are terrible, and his stories are not surprising. But these plums are quite delicious."

"Not many people tell stories these days." Su Chen dragged a chair from outside and sat down next to the woman. He poured her a cup of boiling tea and took a sip himself. "But there are many people who write stories, and some of the stories are quite novel."

"Oh?" The woman raised an eyebrow, her eyes sparkling. "Really? Why haven't I seen it before?"

"If you like, I can ask my friends to help collect it."

The woman stared at Su Chen with her narrow eyes for a long time before she raised the corners of her mouth again: "He is an interesting boy, much better than the one with the surname Chang."

Su Chen also smiled: "This is the second time I have seen a real book spirit."

"The blue aura on you is very strong."

What is even more commendable is that the breath is peaceful and does not produce any evil energy.

The woman spat out the plum pit, drank the tea, smacked her lips, and her moon-white cheongsam changed in an instant, becoming a large cotton-padded jacket with plum blossom patterns. She wore embroidered shoes on her feet, and her waterfall-like hair was tied up.

Seeing this, Su Chen stood up and took some melon seeds from the snack rack and handed them to her.

The woman's eyes were filled with admiration: "That's right."

Su Chen didn't say anything, just watched her quietly as she finished a handful of melon seeds and poured her another pot of tea.

The woman clapped her hands, and her plum blossom cotton jacket turned into a light green gauze skirt. She wore cloth shoes of the same color on her feet. Her hair bun was loosened and tied up again with a lotus flower hairpin.

When she looked at Su Chen, her facial features also changed, and soon Xi Meng's face appeared in front of Su Chen.

She pointed at her face and said, "Is this your favorite woman?"

"No," Su Chen said helplessly, "I'm just worried about her condition in the near future."

The woman was stunned for a moment, and her expression changed again, returning to her previous ordinary and calm state.

She took two more sips of tea and looked at Su Chen suspiciously: "Don't you have a woman you're thinking about?"

"You shouldn't!"

"That guy named Chang looks so cold and heartless, but he's also harboring something in his heart."

"you……"

Su Chen refilled the water and boiled it: "I'm afraid the time has not come yet, maybe there will be some later."

The woman was relieved.

She crossed her legs again. "A few decades ago, I did frequent dance halls. The extravagant love and hate that I experienced back then must have been at its peak."

"I've seen the one who got into trouble. At the time, she was supported by a young man and was very arrogant. She only had a few admirers. According to what you said, the man's surname was Zhong, and that must be Zhong Yanchang. He was also a young man who studied abroad. His favorite thing was to write songs for dancers, so I paid more attention to him."

"The aura he carries is not something I'm familiar with. When I met him, his Taoist power wasn't obvious, so he might not be a Heavenly Master. At the time, I just suspected he was carrying a blessed magical weapon."

The woman tapped the table with her slender fingers. "He had good relationships with the young masters of the old Magic City and often visited the concession. However, he disappeared from the concession two years later."

Su Chen frowned.

Seeing his serious expression, the woman laughed, "Those were chaotic years. If someone went missing, they might have died. Why worry about it?"

"Even if that person is the one you met, he has already been destroyed by you. Why are you still so distressed?"

Su Chen looked at her helplessly.

“Sometimes I really wish I could be a book spirit.”

The woman was happy.

"Book spirits also have their own troubles."

Su Chen: "For example..."

“There are too few good stories and they are too boring.”

She looked at Su Chen carefully and sighed: "According to your current ability, you should either learn from those selfish old men and find a place in the mountains to practice and ignore worldly affairs, or be like me, traveling around the world and eating and drinking, wouldn't that be happy? Why do you have to be like that kid named Chang?"

"The responsibilities in this world are as heavy as Mount Tai."

"They can't even carry it, let alone you guys."

Seeing that Su Chen didn't say anything, the woman started eating plums again, and her clothes changed again.

She clapped her hands lightly, and Old Song and the others who were "possessed" came back to their senses.

When Old Song found Su Chen here, he subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, but then he was stunned again.

Ge Pingan pulled him and said, "Master Su wasn't here just now, right?"

Old Song glared at him: "Nonsense!"

"So what kind of monster or evil spirit is this?" Ge Ping'an was terrified. "Have we been attacked again? Did Taoist Su save us?"

Lao Song: "...I want to ask too."

He looked at Su Chen blankly. The latter had been thinking about something, but now he had picked up the teacup and took another sip.

Seeing this, the woman teased: "Have you come to your senses?"

Su Chen's eyes deepened and he shook his head.

"You're just as stubborn as Chang."

"When the ending is already determined, why bother struggling to survive? It's better to enjoy life while you can and make the most of your life."

Su Chen took a deep breath: "What did you foresee?"

"Or did they speculate about the future?"

Is it destined to be destroyed?

Su Chen was a little bit unbelievable.

How could this world with gods be destroyed?

The woman raised an eyebrow: "You want to know?"

Su Chen nodded.

"Just ask that guy named Chang."

She thought for a moment: "Is it the Chang kid from before who knows, or the Chang guy now? Oh, I don't know. Anyway, I can't recognize him. You can check it yourselves."

As she spoke, she picked up the remaining candied fruit on the table, and in a flash, she was already outside the window.

Su Chen rushed out of the teahouse and saw her figure flash again and disappear without a trace.

The faint blue aura spread out, then quickly condensed and disappeared.

The energy shot out by Su Chen hit nothing.

Old Song and the others were startled by Su Chen's actions. They walked out of the teahouse and carefully observed his expression.

Someone whispered, "Master Su, are you... okay?"

Su Chen didn't answer, but started counting with his fingers.

His face gradually turned red.

There was sweat on his forehead.

This calculation starts from the time when the sun rises to the time when it sets.

Suddenly, Su Chen spat out a mouthful of blood.