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

It was not her mother Kong Xueling, but her distant uncle Kong Chunxiang.

This person is not a pushover.

Since childhood, Song Anhui had heard that he was very popular in the local community and knew all kinds of people.

When her mother mentioned Kong Chunxiang, her eyes were filled with contempt, saying that he had fallen into depravity and that it was a disgrace to the family for a child of aristocratic family to engage in such activities. She also often warned them not to have too much contact with this distant uncle.

So, when saving a life, you forgot about the door lintel, right?

A hint of disdain flashed across Song Anhui's eyes, and soon her heart ached again.

Mother, you must have been really scared and panicked at that time.

Pity.

Ximeng suddenly turned her head to look at Song Anhui.

"What, what's wrong?"

Xi Meng narrowed her eyes.

"What are you thinking about? You seem very uneasy."

Song Anhui's eyes dodged. "No, I didn't think anything of it." She knew that her words had to be half true and half false. "I just recognized him. He's my uncle."

Xi Meng frowned for a moment, then suddenly realized: "So you want to kill your relatives for the sake of justice?"

"No, I just simply want to save my first love."

Ximeng sneered.

"If you can't even fool yourself, who else can you fool?"

Song Anhui was stunned for a moment, and suddenly a chill ran down her spine, and her whole body froze.

and so……

Did Taoist Su also see through me at a glance?

On the other side, Kong Chunxiang walked out of the passage.

It was a huge group, with at least twenty people.

Ten people had their heads hooded and their hands and feet tied with chains. They were watched by strong men with guns on their waists, and each of them looked ferocious.

One of his sensible subordinates went over to turn on the light.

Overhead, rows of lights lit up.

The whole space became brighter.

Song Anhui also looked directly at the headless corpses opposite, and her heart skipped a beat.

Kong Chunxiang and the others saw Su Chen standing in the middle, the collapsed wooden shelves and the skulls rolling on the ground.

They were stunned for a moment, and soon the younger brothers behind Kong Chunxiang exclaimed.

"Who are you? How did you get in? Did you destroy all this? Are you really that brave?"

Speaks English.

As he spoke, he quickly moved forward, raised his hand, pointed the gun at Su Chen, and looked alert.

Kong Chunxiang glanced behind him and saw three strong men walking over to offer support.

Song Anhui was a little worried: "Aunt, Master Su will bleed if he is shot, right?"

There’s an old saying that goes, no matter how good your martial arts skills are, you’re still afraid of a kitchen knife.

What's more, being powerful in mysterious arts does not mean being powerful in boxing and kicking.

Master Su is a human being after all, isn't he?

When she turned her head, she found that Xi Meng had found a comfortable position in the pile of bones, lying on her side with her head supported.

His expression was very comfortable.

If there was a fruit plate or something nearby, she would even suspect that the dragon was here for vacation.

Xi Meng raised her eyelids lazily.

"Master Xuan's blood should taste good, right?"

Song Anhui: "..."

Su Chen didn't move.

He was still using his divine eyes to investigate the situation inside the cauldron.

Unfortunately, I thought there would be a formation or something similar on the skin of the floating corpse, but unfortunately, I found nothing.

However, at the bottom of the tripod, a flat, long, cylindrical object with a hole was found, which looked a bit like flattened ivory.

Seeing that he was indifferent, the younger brother who came forward first became angry. He took a step forward and pressed the muzzle of the gun directly on Su Chen's temple.

"I'm talking to you, are you deaf?"

"You're looking for death, I'll grant your wish now!"

Song Anhui covered her eyes with some reluctance.

It seemed as if Su Chen would be covered in blood in the next moment.

Gunfire rang out.

"Ah!" A scream came.

Song Anhui's heart stopped for two seconds.

She slowly moved her hand away and looked at Su Chen again. She saw that Su Chen was still standing steadily. On the contrary, the man who had fired the gun before was covering his bloody arm in disbelief, gritting his teeth, but still couldn't avoid groaning.

Huh?

Song Anhui looked at Xi Meng.

He lowered his voice and asked, "How did Master Su do it? He was fine even when he fired a gun?"

Xi Meng looked depressed.

"boring."

None of it is boring, I can judge for myself.

Please explain it to me.

The Vajra Talisman still retains 20% to 30% of the pain.

So Su Chen felt the pain coming from his temple, sighed helplessly, and slowly turned around to look at the person who was covering his arm.

"You..." He paused, looking at the fair-skinned, high-nosed blond young man in front of him, and his tone became gentle, "Are you okay?"

When Song Anhui heard these words, they sounded very sarcastic. If someone with a bad temper heard them, they would definitely think he was being sarcastic and would probably lose their temper the next moment.

The man who was covering his arm obviously had a bad temper. The veins on his forehead bulged when he heard the words. He gritted his teeth, squinted his eyes, took two steps back vigilantly, and stared at Su Chen.

He switched to broken Chinese.

"You...are Chinese."

"No, are you a human or... do you also have a guardian spirit?"

He has followed Kong Chunxiang for so many years, and has experienced life and death many times. He has gained Kong Chunxiang's trust and naturally has witnessed many mysterious things with him.

What impressed him most was the guardian spirit.

Kong Chunxiang has a guardian spirit.

Whenever he encountered danger, he always managed to escape it.

Once they were surrounded, and under the hail of bullets, Kong Chunxiang, who had no special skills, was shot seven times, two of which were close to his heart. He was sent to an underground hospital, and the most authoritative doctors said he was beyond saving. However, he survived and was full of energy in three days.

Later, he was brought to the air-raid shelter by Kong Chunxiang, and he finally learned about the existence of guardian spirits.

Kong Chunxiang even promised him meaningfully that if he remained loyal, he would become his guardian spirit in the future.

"Johnson!" Kong Chunxiang spoke with some dissatisfaction when he heard him mention the guardian spirit.

Johnson shut up decisively.

Only then did Kong Chunxiang narrow his eyes and look at Su Chen.

"You..." He looked Su Chen up and down. He was wearing old-fashioned clothes and was a little thin, but he looked quite energetic.

It’s just the face…

It always gave him a sense of familiarity.

I must have seen it somewhere.

He didn't think that Su Chen had a guardian spirit. After all, a guardian spirit couldn't help them avoid disasters. It could only save people in critical moments of life and death.

He also had a guardian spirit at the time, and when he was shot, there were still bloody holes on his body. If it weren't for his great contribution, God would have given him the ability to recover quickly, and he would have needed at least one or two years to recuperate from that injury.

Thinking of this, Kong Chunxiang narrowed his eyes.

Being able to appear at the sacrificial site without making any noise, not getting shot, and speaking Chinese, perhaps...

He asked cautiously, "Are you a messenger of God?"

Su Chen frowned.

Divine messenger? What kind of nonsense is that?

It's such a hodgepodge!

Kong Chunxiang: "If you are not a messenger of God? Then you..."

Su Chen pointed at the tripod.

"I'm here for it."