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

Xiaohua obediently didn't move.

But the black lumps continued to fall out of her nose, which made the old lady so anxious that she was running around and almost crying.

"Don't worry, old man. I'm just trying to remove the old blood clots in her head."

After hearing Su Chen's explanation, the old lady was stunned for a moment, and her helplessness and bewilderment gradually disappeared, replaced by anticipation.

She picked up the black lump with trembling hands.

"Is this the old blood clot in Xiaohua's head?"

"Is it the bleeding from when you were hit as a child?"

Su Chen didn't answer.

The old lady nodded subconsciously: "Of course it is. I said at that time that I wanted to send Xiaohua to a big hospital for treatment, but they were worried about the money and refused to go. My poor Xiaohua."

She howled a few times, but continued to wipe Xiaohua's nose.

The lumps became smaller and smaller, and finally became flesh and blood mixed with black fragments. The old lady carefully wiped away the blurry lumps with a handkerchief, and then Su Chen injected some strength into Xiaohua's head.

Yu Lingling was curious: "Master, is this all right? Is it cured?"

Su Chen shook his head: "It's just to let her brain continue to develop. It will take a few more times."

"I thought so. If it were that simple, Grandma Xu would have taken Xiaohua to get treated long ago."

"Don't be fooled by her frugality in food, clothing, and daily necessities. She's actually quite wealthy. Master, do you want me to secretly tell you where Grandma Xu hides her money?"

Su Chen glanced at her.

Yu Lingling chuckled: "It was just a joke, Master, don't be so serious."

Su Chen drank some boiled water and saw the old lady staring at Xiaohua, who blinked blankly.

"Old man, today's treatment is over. You can let Xiaohua learn some basic skills, such as washing and sweeping the floor."

The old lady was stunned for a moment: "Can Xiaohua... learn it?"

She has been teaching her patiently for so many years, but Xiaohua has only learned to use chopsticks to eat. Moreover, she is very uncoordinated and often drops her chopsticks.

The old lady remembered that she hadn't had breakfast yet, so she hurried in and brought a bowl of noodles for Xiaohua to eat by herself.

Seeing her pick up the noodles with chopsticks steadily and suck them into her mouth, the old lady urged her to continue in disbelief.

After eating most of the bowl of noodles without a single noodle falling out of the bowl, the old lady covered her mouth with her hands, her eyes full of tears.

"Xiaohua, Xiaohua, you are really well."

"Hurry up and eat your noodles. Eat a bowl of noodles and grandma will teach you how to wash your hair and take a bath."

Since they were talking about taking a bath, Su Chen stood up and said goodbye to the old lady: "Old lady, please teach me slowly. I will come back in two days."

"Hey, eh, okay."

The old lady seemed to remember something, asked Su Chen to wait a moment, went into the next room, and quickly took out a bag of pastries.

"Thank you, thank you, little...master."

Su Chen didn't refuse. He took the pastry, smiled at the old lady, and walked out.

The old lady pulled Xiaohua and insisted on seeing him off. When they reached the curb, Su Chen waved to them and took advantage of the thick fog to reach Nanmen Old Street.

As soon as he came out of the ghost path, he saw Song Shishi boiling herbs bit by bit.

He sniffed it: "Blood tonic?"

Song Shishi was startled when she found out it was him. She nodded dejectedly and yawned again.

"You can't possibly make it up for me, right?"

Then he sighed and waved his hands: "Don't mention it, I was happily leaving get off work, and when I turned around, I smelled blood and almost thought I met a gangster."

Su Chen understood: "Brother Kun was injured. It's not a big deal if I can go pick you up."

"Hmph, that's easy to say. Such a big wound required over twenty stitches!"

"Really? I just got this money and it's already been spent before I even warm it up."

As she spoke, Song Shishi glanced at Su Chen's pants.

Su Chen: “???”

Song Shishi coughed lightly: "Well, when I got the medicine, I also picked out two pairs of pants for you, how about that?"

"So you're trying to please me?"

"Hehe," Song Shishi said, cupping her hands. "So, Taoist Su, considering my sincerity, could you draw me a few amulets? And by the way, cough cough cough, help Brother Kun with his injury; he's in real pain."

Su Chen: "..."

He sighed, took out two amulets and handed them to her: "Where are the people?"

"Inside the house, this way, this way..."

Song Shishi jumped up and led Su Chen into one of the rooms.

She patted Zhao Yukun twice and immediately realized something was wrong: "Brother Kun, Brother Kun, do you have a fever?"

But no matter how she shook him, Zhao Yukun did not wake up.

Song Shishi was anxious: "Master Su, please help me, I want to take Brother Kun to the health center."

Su Chen's gaze fell on Zhao Yukun's abdomen, where wisps of evil energy lingered.

With this evil spirit around, even if the wound is sutured well, it will probably not heal well.

He gathered the evil spirit with his fingers and injected some strength into the wound.

"Don't worry, it's okay."

Song Shishi sniffed: "Are you sure?"

Su Chen glanced at her helplessly.

"Where are the pants?"

"Oh, here, I'll get it for you."

The two pairs of pants Song Shishi bought were both regular styles. Su Chen tried them on and found they fit her quite well.

"I took it. When he wakes up, let him find me."

Song Shishi touched Zhao Yukun's forehead again, and when she didn't notice any temperature change, she put her forehead against his.

Su Chen: "..."

Didn't see it!

Turning around, Xiao Liu'er was also covering her eyes at the door.

But his fingers were open and his eyes were full of curiosity.

"Little girl, this is not suitable for children. Go and polish my shoes."

At the same time, Su Chen threw the bag of pastries to her.

Xiao Liuer hurriedly caught it and sniffed it: "It smells so good."

She peeled back the outermost layer of paper and looked carefully at the words on it.

"Noodle cake?"

"Master Su, is this a pastry that's only available in Cuicheng? I've never heard of it before."

Upon hearing this, Su Chen turned around and took a piece from it.

Xiao Liu'er followed Su Chen into the teahouse, and the pastries in her hand were immediately snatched away by Lao Song.

"What's delicious? Noodle cake? What is this?"

"It was given by Taoist Master Su."

"A specialty of Cuicheng? Pastries specially made for drinking with tea?" Old Song looked at Su Chen.

Su Chen shook his head: "I don't know, it was given to me by someone else, you can try it."

He peeled off the wrapper of the piece in his hand and took a bite.

The taste is a bit weird, but not bad.

He walked to the door and found that the tables and chairs were gone. He looked outside and saw that they were neatly arranged. He nodded to the old men sitting in the teahouse and then went out.

As soon as he went out, Ge Ping'an started shouting.

"Old Song, whoever sees it gets a share!"

He took the lead and others followed suit.

"Yes, yes, we have never eaten this cake before. Hurry and give me a piece."

Old Song blew his beard and glared, "One dollar! Old Zheng, you're really bold. This is only 8 dollars, okay?"

"Xiao Liu'er, bring the kitchen knife and cut each piece into four small pieces."

"Old Song, you stingy bastard!"

"That's right, you're so stingy. No wonder your teahouse business has been so bad. As a boss, you have to be generous, don't you understand?"

"Do you know why you don't want to be the boss? Go away, don't even think about taking the remaining cakes." Old Song hugged the things tightly, "Master Su gave them to me, and I have to save some for others to try."

Su Chen shook his head and ate the cake in a few bites. Just as he was about to take out the yellow paper and cinnabar, a burst of firecrackers rang out from the end of the street.

While he was stunned, the woman from yesterday came over with Xiao Xiang and Qiqi.

The man behind them set off a string of firecrackers every few steps and held a banner in his hand.

He walked to the stall, set off firecrackers one last time, and then the man unfolded the banner.

On it were eight large characters: "Divine calculations, a living god."

The woman over there presented a big red envelope with gratitude.