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

Familiar and dreamlike.

Song Anhui has adapted.

Her eyes quickly fell on Kong Chunxiang.

Unfortunately, the latter has already fallen into a coma and is now in a dying state.

After leaving the ghost path, Su Chen released the restraints, and the black "divine power" lingered again, wrapping up Kong Chunxiang, and then most of it was intercepted by Su Chen.

Xi Meng saw Su Chen counting on his fingers and couldn't help but admire him.

"Are you fishing?"

"Keep sprinkling bait?"

Song Anhui couldn't see anything.

She was puzzled and silent.

Anyway, since Taoist Su is willing to take me away, he will definitely not harm me.

As for the rest...

Different fields are like different worlds. Even if they explain it, I may not understand it.

The eldest brother taught himself that they didn’t have to be good at everything or control everything, they just needed to control the good people.

The person in control...

Song Anhui looked at Su Chen's back and quickly lowered her eyes.

I'm afraid it's just wishful thinking, so I can only settle for the next best thing.

Entering the ghost path again, Song Anhui was already calm.

This time she could even clearly feel that the temperature around her was much lower in this state.

More than ten times in a row.

When Song Anhui landed on the ground again, she heard a commotion coming from downstairs.

"here……"

She subconsciously walked to the window and looked down.

There was an intersection not far away, the red light was flashing, and more than a dozen cars were parked.

There were a lot of people on the street, wearing coats, hats and high heels.

Her gaze drifted away, and when she saw a familiar building, Song Anhui narrowed her eyes.

Interstate.

But this time, Taoist Su walked a little slowly.

Just as my thoughts drifted away, I heard a voice next to my ears.

"who are you?"

There was caution in his voice.

Song Anhui turned around subconsciously and saw a white man in a black coat staring at them with light blue eyes.

He held a cane in one hand and a Bible in the other.

It looks familiar.

Song Anhui remembered.

Once when I was visiting my grandmother, I saw him presiding over a prayer ceremony in a nearby church.

Priest?

The man's eyes quickly fell on Kong Chunxiang.

Through the bloodstains, he caught a glimpse of Kong Chunxiang's vague facial features, and his pupils shrank immediately.

Xi Meng smiled: "Did you recognize it? I did it."

She lifted her long hair and asked, "Do you want to avenge him?"

The man stared at Xi Meng suspiciously, seeming very puzzled.

"He actually wants to see my true form," Xi Meng smiled and looked at Su Chen, "He's so bold, can I eat him?"

Su Chen had already seen two images from the man through his divine eyes.

Good harvest.

So it's rare that I feel like joking.

"With onions and garlic?"

Ximeng rolled her eyes.

Song Anhui had been observing the man. Seeing him narrow his eyes, she realized that he understood the conversation between Xi Meng and Su Chen.

Seeing him secretly raise his crutch, he was about to warn him, but the next moment, the man was rolled up by the huge dragon's tail and could not move.

The dragon's tail pushed Ximeng's head against the ceiling.

She slowly lowered her head and stared at the man.

“This one’s even dirtier.”

“No matter how much seasoning you add, it won’t help.”

She looked at Su Chen.

"Can I die this time?"

Su Chen shrugged.

"You can try."

Xi Meng tightened her dragon tail.

The crackling sound continued.

Song Anhui shook herself.

The look he gave Xi Meng was filled with fear.

Xi Meng reached out and took the crutch from the man's hand.

She looked at it carefully and threw it to Su Chen.

"Lightning-struck wood, at least a thousand years old."

"It's a good thing."

Su Chen took it, glanced at it, and decisively tied it with the belt of the cloth bag, with a smile on his face.

Xi Meng let go of the man, who trembled and slowly disappeared.

Song Anhui hurriedly reminded: "Oh no, Master Su, he's trying to run away."

Xi Meng put away the dragon's tail.

"Little tricks."

The next moment, Song Anhui heard a "bang".

The man's figure bounced back from the window.

He looked at Su Chen in surprise.

The figure disappeared again.

"boom!"

He was bounced back by the wall again.

This time a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Ximeng dragged a chair over, sat down and crossed her legs.

“I didn’t fight.”

"too weak."

Su Chen pinched his fingers and restrained the man as well.

He looked at Song Anhui.

"There's a place called Dashatou. Do you know where it is?"

Song Anhui nodded subconsciously.

Her eyes flickered.

"In City N, I heard there are a lot of stowaways and homeless people there. Taoist Su, you're asking this..."

"Do you have a map? Mark the location."

"Oh oh oh, let me see."

Song Anhui searched the room for a while, and quickly found a map in the study and marked the location.

While Su Chen was calculating the distance, Song Anhui whispered, "Master Su, could the evil god be over there?"

Even if she was stupid now, Song Anhui understood that Taoist Su was just following the clues all the way.

And the melon is obviously the evil god.

Without waiting for Su Chen to answer, Song Anhui pursed her lips and said, "The environment there is dirty and full of violence, and it is indeed easy for evil to breed."

"There are just too many people, it's chaotic, and the evil god..."

She wanted to ask what form the evil god existed in.

If she could transform into a human like Ximeng, perhaps she could ask someone to help her find it.

But if it was like a ghost, invisible to ordinary people, or could possess people, she would probably be helpless.

Su Chen put away the map.

"We won't take these two people away. You can just watch over them."

"...Ah?" Song Anhui quickly responded and asked, "Master Su, you, you won't take me with you?"

Ximeng shook her long hair.

"With your tiny body, do you want to be minced meat?"

"The meat fillings all think you don't have enough meat."

Song Anhui: "..."

Watching Su Chen and Xi Meng disappear, Song Anhui slowly sat down.

Many thoughts flashed through her mind, but she suppressed them one by one.

Nothing is settled yet.

It is better to be still than to move.

At least no one knows that I have returned to my country, and I am safe here.

Thinking of this, Song Anhui stood up and quickly checked the layout of the suite.

After confirming that the man was the only one living in the house and that no one would visit unexpectedly, I finally felt relieved.

My heart finally settled down.

Song Anhui couldn't help but recall the difficult days she and he had spent in Dashatou.

It is a place that is despised by everyone, but it is a refuge for stowaways and vagrants.

Without any identity, they can get a job that pays them cash daily.

Of course, the wages are also extremely low.

But even so, he was reluctant to let her go out in public.

She couldn't sit still, and seeing that her neighbor was kind, she secretly helped with some handicrafts.

Although the speed was slow and they often had to redo the work, during that time, the cramped, dark room was always filled with laughter.

But in a place like that, happiness is always short-lived, and sadness is the main theme.

Song Anhui ran with them into the smelly path.

I saw a woman who had been stabbed dozens of times and lying in a pool of blood.

Just for a few dozen dollars, the woman who once told her stories and made her laugh until she bent over died.

Recalling that scene, Song Anhui no longer trembled as much as before.

But in her memory, when she turned around, his face was blurred, but his body was still shaking.

"Azu."

Song Anhui whispered softly.

Then he smiled bitterly.

She was afraid of becoming that woman, and he was afraid of her becoming that woman.

So after being beaten up that time, she chose to be selfish and he chose to fulfill her wish.

How ridiculous.

The rich lady gave up everything and eloped with the poor boy.

No, how could she give up everything?

As long as she looks back, she has countless ways out.

And he is doomed.

On the other side, looking at the dirty and messy narrow street.

Ximeng sniffed: "Are you sure you're here?"