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

Is it miserable?

After he said he wanted a divorce, Duan Jiaming's facial expression did change.

Su Chen shook his head slowly.

"Old Song, are you hungry?"

He waved the money in his hand.

The backyard was occupied just now, so Xiao Liuer couldn't cook.

It's already past one o'clock, and Lao Song and his friends haven't had lunch yet.

"Come on, I'll treat you to a meal."

Old Song's eyes suddenly lit up and he rubbed his hands excitedly.

"Hehe, if you're treating me, Master Su, I'll definitely have to eat two more bowls of rice, haha~"

"Xiao Liu'er, come on, follow me."

Old Song took Su Chen and went to a small restaurant not far away.

"Boss, bring me your specialty!"

"okay."

A lame woman came out cheerfully.

Seeing Su Chen, he observed him carefully and said, "Oh, is that Taoist Su?"

Su Chen nodded to her.

After the two dishes and the soup were served, Xiao Liu'er whispered to Su Chen, "Master Su, Aunt Fang gave us a lot of extra meat."

"Brother Kun invited us to dinner here before, and there were only about ten slices of meat."

Su Chen nodded and gave her three slices: "Then eat more."

Turning around, he called inside, "Aunt Fang, another serving of spare ribs, and... preserved pork with preserved vegetables and stir-fried shrimp."

Old Song was stunned for a moment and reminded, "There's only three of us. There's no need to order so many dishes, right?"

He wanted to take advantage of something, but this was too...

I feel uneasy!

"Don't worry, you can finish it."

"That's good, that's good~"

As he spoke, Old Song happily took a big mouthful of rice and squinted his eyes in satisfaction.

When he opened his eyes, he subconsciously glanced at the corner.

The man who was originally sitting there immediately turned up his collar and slightly turned sideways.

Old Song sat up straight and squinted his eyes.

"grandfather?"

Xiao Liuer followed Old Song's gaze and looked him up and down curiously.

Pouting: I don’t know.

Su Chen also turned around and took a look, but he didn't see any face, and there was no special aura on him.

"Old Song, do you know him?"

Old Song blinked and shook his head: "The profile looks a little familiar, I guess I've seen him before."

Aunt Fang brought out the dishes again, and Old Song pulled her aside and asked her a few questions.

"You're a stranger. This is your first time in my shop."

Aunt Fang smiled and comforted him: "Old Song, don't be suspicious of strangers. We don't have much money at home, so not many people care about us."

Old Song laughed dryly and nodded: "You're right."

"Eat some food, eat some food. Your pickled pork with preserved vegetables is excellent, Taoist Su, please try it."

He continued to stuff food into his mouth, but it was obvious that he was a little absent-minded.

In the end, I habitually cleared the plate, ate too much, and walked out of the store holding my stomach.

"Ah, my stomach hurts a little. I'm going to the pharmacy over there to get some medicine. You guys go back first."

Old Song found an excuse to go back.

Xiao Liu'er scratched his head, looked at Su Chen, then turned around and looked at Old Song who was walking away, his face full of confusion.

Wouldn’t it be faster to go to Master Su if you have a stomachache?

Su Chen treated her leg and took a look at the broken part.

There are a few fresh scratches, but they are not obvious.

"Will the new growth buds itch?"

Xiao Liuer smiled and nodded: "A little bit."

He then explained: "Those wounds might have been caused by scratching while sleeping at night. I endured it during the day and didn't touch them."

Su Chen checked the bones again.

The main reason why Xiao Liu'er's leg took one or two years to treat was that the bones grew too slowly.

At this moment, the meat in the middle almost covers all the bones.

Su Chen must repair it so as not to affect the continued growth of his bones.

After treating Xiao Liu'er's leg, Old Song came back with his hands behind his back and whistling.

"Grandpa, your stomach doesn't hurt anymore?"

Old Song paused, his face calm and his heart still. “Hey, it’s nothing serious. I didn’t even buy medicine. I just went to the toilet and took a dump and it was fine.”

"What are you..."

"Master Su is helping me heal my legs."

Old Song came over and bent over to carefully examine the fracture.

Didn't notice much change.

He measured it with his hands again, but couldn't make an accurate estimate, so he got up and went inside to get a ruler and measured it again.

"Yes, it's grown. It's almost two centimeters longer than before. Xiao Liu'er, am I right?"

Xiao Liu'er grinned, revealing shallow dimples.

"Master Su is so amazing!"

Su Chen rubbed her head and rolled down her trouser legs.

He turned around and sat back, continuing to close his eyes and rest.

After the meal, the clouds and fog cleared. Little Liuer looked up at the sky, turned around and went to the backyard, carrying the dirty clothes out to wash.

Old Song was humming a tune while drinking tea in the teahouse.

After singing for a while, my throat felt a little dry, so I turned on the radio.

"The one I love has flown away~"

"The one who loves me hasn't..."

Old Song hummed a few lines, then slowly closed his eyes under the reflected sunlight.

The radio continued to play.

The host's magnetic voice kept echoing in my ears.

Su Chen's mind was immersed in meditation on the gray-white aura that was constantly spinning like a vortex.

The sun gradually set in the west, and the sunlight shining on him seemed to be coated with a layer of light.

Especially that face, which seemed to be emitting a faint fluorescence, and the facial features gradually became blurred.

Suddenly, the car horn sounded abruptly.

Su Chen slowly opened his eyes.

Several cars stopped in front of me one after another.

Cai Guobang got out of the car and opened the door.

Seeing Song Anhui coming closer, he quickly pushed her away and extended his hand with a smile.

Su Chen shook his head slightly and turned his gaze to the taxi at the back.

Chen Yan, who had just gotten off the car, came over with a gift. She looked at Song Anhui and the others curiously and quickly stopped.

Her eyes widened.

so beautiful!

If I could be a model for the company's cosmetics...

Turning my head again, I saw Jiang Ni coming towards me.

Chen Yan opened her mouth slightly.

Another beautiful lady comes!

Seeing Ximeng coming out and Song Shishi carrying a lot of bags...

What day is today?

Are all the beauties running here?

Or……

They all want to pursue Master Su?

After carefully recalling Taoist Su's face, Chen Yan shook her head slightly.

Although he has fair skin and good facial features, he is not so attractive as to attract so many beautiful women.

But if you add this amazing fortune-telling skill...

Chen Yan clicked her tongue and shook her head.

So what if she is beautiful?

In the eyes of Taoist Su, they are probably all vulgar people.

She continued forward, walked to the stall, met Su Chen's gaze, and hurriedly handed the gift over.

"Master Su, thank you for your reminder. I was able to avoid this danger."

"These are the cosmetics and skincare products our company has newly developed. They're definitely very effective. Please accept them. By the way..."

Chen Yan took out two stacks of cash wrapped in red paper from her bag and said, "This is a thank you gift. Thank you, Taoist Su, for helping me catch the murderer!"

She bowed to Su Chen again and again.

"Okay, you're welcome."

Chen Yan then sat down with a dry smile and asked Su Chen in a low voice: "Master Su, could you please tell me another fortune?"

Su Chen asked: "What do you want to calculate?"

Chen Yan blushed slightly, a little embarrassed: "Marriage!"

"character."

"Oh, here."

While Chen Yan was waiting, Ximeng and the others entered the teahouse.

A group of bodyguards in suits at the back ordered the car to move forward. Chen Yan turned her head and saw that there were two large trucks approaching from behind and soon stopped behind her.

Chen Yan: “???”

Moving? Or...

In the teahouse, Old Song, who was awakened by the noise, complained subconsciously, and was covered by Song Shishi's mouth. The latter whispered a few words in her ear, and the old man quickly jumped up.

"What? Buy both sides?!"