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

The old man staggered, looked at Xi Meng in confusion, and then looked at Su Chen.

The smile on his face was peaceful.

"What's wrong?"

Xi Meng was impatient: "Let him see if you can restore your memory."

The old man was stunned for a moment, then smiled gratefully at Xi Meng.

"Thank you, but no need."

He looks very free and easy.

"I'm old now. Even if I find my family, I'll be a burden to them."

"That's it, it's good."

"When I die, Master, you can just find a mountain to bury me."

"I... don't want to be thrown again."

Cai Guobang looked at Su Chen in surprise.

Upon learning that the old man was seriously ill and was drowned in the river, and was drifted to the sea holding a piece of driftwood and was rescued by Xi Meng, he immediately felt sympathy.

"Old man, were you drowned in the river by your family?"

No wonder he said he didn't want to be thrown out again.

"No." Su Chen explained, "He was taken in as a laborer after he lost his memory."

“Oh, so if a serious illness is useless, then just sink into the river…” Cai Guobang frowned, “Isn’t that too heartless?”

He asked the old man, "Do you get paid for your work?"

The old man smiled and said, "It's good enough to have a full meal."

That means it was not given.

Cai Guobang looked at the old man with dismay: "You didn't fight for your salary when it wasn't paid?"

"They threw you into the river, and you didn't scream for help? You just drifted out to sea?"

Finally, he said depressedly: "You are so lucky to have met my aunt."

The old man smiled and nodded.

"Yes, yes. I'm so lucky to have met the master."

Ximeng asked again: "You really don't want to remember what happened before?"

The old man nodded: "Don't bother."

"Master, I'll go cook for you."

Cooking?

Cai Guobang blinked.

So this old man is just a cook?

He breathed a sigh of relief, and when he saw Ximeng's somewhat surprised look, he patted her shoulder again: "Grandma, don't be angry. Some old people are just stubborn and won't listen."

Then he changed the subject: "That's why I am the most obedient."

Su Chen asked Cai Guobang to put the money away and closed his eyes to rest again.

Xi Meng glanced at the servile Cai Guobang, then stood up and went into the teahouse.

Seeing this, Xiao Liu'er immediately slipped down from the chair and hopped on one foot to catch up.

This time Xi Meng did not sit in the teahouse, but went into the backyard. Xiao Liu'er tactfully told Cai Guobang to move out Lao Song's recliner for her to lie on. Then she turned around and went back into the teahouse, boiled a pot of hot tea, and asked Cai Guobang to move the small table and put it away.

"Auntie, there are also these peanuts, they are delicious."

"Uncle Guobang, peel it for my aunt."

Cai Guobang nodded repeatedly: "Yeah, okay."

"Auntie, I'm going out now. Call me if you need anything."

Ximeng waved her hand.

Xiao Liu'er skipped back into the teahouse and almost bumped into Old Song and Song Anhui by accident.

"Grandpa, Sister An Hui!"

She screamed with joy twice, but her mouth was quickly covered.

"Don't be so loud."

Song Anhui asked her quietly, "Does your aunt like delicious food?"

If that were true, it would be easy.

Xiao Liu'er blinked and shook her head.

"dislike?"

"Sister An Hui, I don't know."

Song Anhui looked at her carefully, making sure she was not lying, and then waved at her.

"Go ahead, I'll observe for a while."

Old Song looked at the busy old man and Jiang Ni, and rubbed his hands with a smile.

Anyway, there is a meal for lunch today.

Today is such a good day.

There are so many snacks for breakfast and no worries about lunch, it’s a great deal.

Just as he wanted to continue accompanying Song Anhui to observe and see if he could get some reward money, Ge Ping'an came to his door.

"Old Song, look what I brought you?"

Old Song reluctantly moved over: "Is it worth the money? If it's not worth the money, forget it."

"Go away, all you care about is money."

Before they could even say a few words, Ge Ping'an became excited.

"Someone is coming!"

Then he put the thing covered with white cloth in his arms on the table.

Old Song went over and pulled the white cloth aside. Seeing two goldfish swimming lightly inside, he said with disdain, "Where did you get these fish? Why are there only two?"

Ge Ping'an didn't answer, his eyes fixed on the people outside.

Only then did Old Song look over.

There are four people in front of the fortune-telling stall at the moment.

An old lady, a couple, and a boy who looked to be about ten years old.

The boy's hands were tied behind his back, and his face was flushed red. It was not known whether it was because of anger or some other reason, but the man pressed him down on the chair. He struggled angrily for a few times, but when he saw that there was no way, he calmed down.

Seeing this, the woman began to sob.

She wiped her eyes and sniffed: "Are you Taoist Su? We are here to ask you to treat our illness."

Su Chen nodded and motioned for her to continue.

The woman seemed encouraged and began to explain quickly.

"My little Jie has been very weak since he was a child. He is a sickly person."

"This child used to be very well-behaved, always taking his medicine obediently. But lately, I don't know what's wrong with him, he's been really disobedient. He either secretly pours out his medicine or throws it away. No matter how much I try to persuade him, it's useless. You see..."

She pulled up the boy's arm and said, "He didn't take his medicine. He got all these scars on his arm by himself. He went to the hospital and they said he had a brain disease. Now he still refuses to take his medicine. We don't know what to do."

The man nodded and continued, "We heard that you are a miracle doctor, Master Su, so we came to see you."

The boy snorted at this.

He was immediately hit hard on the forehead by the man: "What are you humming? Do you know what politeness is?"

In the teahouse.

Ge Ping'an looked at the scars on the boy's arms.

There were knife marks, cigarette scars, and bumps all over it, it was a horrible sight.

"This is self-harm. The child must be mentally ill."

Old Song sighed, "I don't know what's going on these days. Even children this young have mental problems. When we were young..."

Ge Pingan: "When we were young, all we thought about was how to eat and survive. How could we have time to be sad about the passing of time?"

"Yeah, I'd say they're just too bored."

At this time, the boy's grandmother asked worriedly: "Master, do you think our Xiaojie has been possessed by an evil spirit?"

She explained, "When I first came to Shanghai, Xiaojie drank the talisman water I brought and he felt better for a while, but then he became the same again. Could he be possessed by an evil spirit?"

The woman waved her hand: "Mom, don't talk nonsense, Xiaojie is just sick, not possessed by evil spirits."

The old lady opened her mouth, then quickly sighed and closed it.

The woman smiled, looked at Su Chen again, and sniffed: "Master Su, please help us take a look, can Xiaojie's condition be cured?"

Su Chen let out a breath slowly.

"Your child's forehead is slightly dark, and there is a deathly aura around him. He has already decided to die."

The woman nodded repeatedly upon hearing this: "Yes, yes, yes, if we hadn't tied up Xiaojie these past few days, he would have definitely cut his wrists with a knife. Look at his wrists, what a mess they are in."

She forcefully pulled out the boy's wrists, leaving many scars on both hands.

"Master Su, you must help us cure Xiaojie."

"He is our lifeblood."

The boy sneered when he heard this: "Life root, hehe~"

When the boy met Su Chen's gaze, his expression softened a little.

He said, "Master Su, there's no need to treat it. It's useless."

"I don't want to live, and no one can stop me."

Su Chen pondered for a moment and asked him, "What if I let you go back to your hometown to live with your grandma?"