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

Su Chen also had a hint of doubt.

The scene that Tianyan saw from the man was the same dirty and messy narrow street, but the ten-year-old boy was surrounded and beaten.

The onlookers at that time just watched from afar with numb expressions.

So when someone came out to stop him, the man remembered that his whole body was glowing and his face could not be seen clearly.

At this moment, on the same street, at three or four o'clock in the morning, there are still people setting up small stalls on the street, and the stall owners are smiling.

When passers-by pass by, the stall owner always greets them with a smile and looks very familiar.

Not far away, there was a group of children shooting cans with slingshots.

There were occasional exclamations.

Farther away, an old man was sweeping the street slowly. From time to time, he would take out a cigarette butt from his pocket, light it, take a puff and throw it into the dustpan. There was only enjoyment on his face, no dissatisfaction.

This scene looks very harmonious, which is completely different from the violence that Song Anhui said.

It was also different from the scene in the man’s memory.

Ximeng took a deep breath.

“The air here is so clean.”

She looked at Su Chen, her meaning was very clear.

The atmosphere is so clean, how could there be an evil god here?

Su Chen retracted his gaze: "Even in Cuicheng, the aura is not so clean."

People have many faces, and there are always frictions and conflicts when living together. How can there be no bad luck at all?

What's more, when it comes to separation between life and death, the negative energy is always unavoidable.

"Besides, is it normal for children to play outside late at night?"

Ximeng perked up: "Don't mention it."

"Then...how do I find it?"

Su Chen looked around.

In fact, at this point, most people have already fallen asleep.

Even if there were people on the street, they all looked tired and would probably fall asleep as soon as they got home.

"Look at the face."

Ximeng: “???”

Su Chen observed the street for a while, followed a man and watched him go home.

The so-called home is actually a shed built by sewing various fabrics together.

Su Chen and Xi Meng watched from afar.

When the man saw the things piled at the door of the shed, he bent down to pick them up and took a look, and a look of dissatisfaction flashed across his eyes.

"Why these again?"

"Bread and milk, bread and milk, it's so bland it tastes like chicken. Can't you have some meat?"

A woman's hoarse voice came from the shed.

"You're back? Why are you back so early today?"

The man paused, then bent down and went in with his things in his hands.

"I quit my job."

The woman's voice gradually became louder.

"Quitted? They refused to pay you?"

"No."

"So your salary will be deducted?"

"...Neither."

"Did I scold you for making things difficult for you?"

The man remained silent.

"Neither," the woman was puzzled. "Then why did you quit? Do you know how hard it is to find a job these days? I had to pay someone to find you this job."

The man muttered quietly, "You talk about it like it's some great job."

"what?!"

"I said, this is not a good job at all."

"I work so hard in two shifts, and only make a few dollars a day? If I keep doing this, I'll be ruined!"

"Besides, I've been taking care of you these past two days and I'm pretty tired. I can't stand it anymore."

"I have to endure it even if I can't!" The woman's voice gradually became louder. "Even when I fainted during pregnancy, I was thinking of taking a two-day break and going back to work. What's wrong with the night shift? You can earn a little more at night. Don't you want to save money to buy a house? After our child is born, we can't live here too, right?"

"Don't they live there just the same? Why can't our child? If he's really spoiled, we can just send him to an orphanage so we don't have to raise him ourselves."

The woman couldn't believe it and soon began to sob.

"What about my parents at home?"

“If I don’t make money, how can I send money home?”

The man is silent.

"No, Zhao Xiaoqiao, why did you suddenly become like this?"

"Have you forgotten how much hardship we went through to get here?"

"We agreed to save money, go home and build a big house, and then open a store."

"We obviously agreed on that."

The man unwrapped the bread and said, "Stop talking and eat something first."

"I do not want to eat."

"I can't work because I'm sick and can't get up, but what about you?"

"You've always had high expectations but low skills."

"Either I complain about this or that."

"If the community hadn't been distributing bread and milk, you would have starved to death. And you still complain that they only give this."

The man began to eat bread and drink milk.

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

"Can't you be more motivated? Everyone next door knows how to set up a stall."

The man paused and said, "Selling at such a low price, you can't make any money."

Woman: "I make one dollar a day, which is more than three hundred dollars a year. If converted into money back home, it would be two to three thousand."

"And then? I'll find someone to send it back. I don't even know if my parents will even have a thousand."

"Is this interesting?"

Ximeng shook her legs: "It's really boring."

"Interesting, interesting. You want to live an interesting life, but who doesn't have to work all day? If you want to have an interesting life, why don't you be born into a good family?"

"If you had a green certificate, you could go out to work openly and avoid staying up late. Do you have one?"

"If you had money, would we have to cross the ocean and endure so much hardship? Do you have it?"

"You didn't. You were so poor that you had to patch up your pants again and again. I finally saved up some money, but you spent it right away. I don't even know where you spent it."

The man was impatient: "Here you go again, bringing up the same old things all day long, do you find it interesting?"

"If it's boring, let's just get divorced!"

The argument began to escalate.

The woman began to thrash around a little, and the man fell silent.

Su Chen saw a hint of bad luck spreading in the shed.

But before it could float out, it suddenly turned around, was pulled over by something, and quickly disappeared.

The air in the shed was clean again.

The woman who had been fighting and arguing had calmed down at this moment.

"Forget it, I'm tired and don't want to care about it."

"It's so late, go get some rest. We can talk about it tomorrow if you have anything to say."

The man nodded: "Okay."

Xi Meng looked at Su Chen: "There is something in that room."

Su Chen nodded.

Something that can absorb bad luck.

It also seems to affect people's minds, allowing them to calm down temporarily.

Xi Meng couldn't wait for the lights in the shed to go out, so she went in.

Su Chen hurriedly followed and cast an illusion before the couple could react.

Seeing that they were not frightened by Xi Meng, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"What are you afraid of?!"

Ximeng saw a Bible in the corner of the shed and picked it up to read it out of curiosity.

"If you're seen, just knock him out. He'll just sleep anyway."

As she spoke, she sniffed the book and threw it to Su Chen in disgust: "Is this it? I don't smell anything."

Su Chen observed with his divine eyes and shook his head.

"Then...this?" Xi Meng took out a pen refill.

Su Chen continued to shake his head.

Ximeng quickly turned the shed upside down.

"Why not? Is your judgment accurate? If not, how about you do the math?"

"It can't be this cloth, right?"

Ximeng pointed to the tarpaulin made from patched old clothes.

Su Chen still shook his head.

"It's neither this nor that. Could it be the soil beneath my feet?"

Su Chen hesitated for a moment and turned his gaze to the bag that the man had brought in earlier.

There was also a loaf of bread and a pack of milk in the bag.