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

Huang Nansong looked at the man who was almost wrapped in a thick hooded coat, and the more he looked, the more he looked like him.

If it really came out of the morgue...

Real zombies?!

Huang Nansong no longer felt bad about losing money. With fear in his heart, he couldn't help but feel excited, and followed carefully.

He didn't dare get too close, so he kept a distance of about two meters, ready to give Su Chen a reminder when he passed by his stall.

Unexpectedly, the man stopped in front of Su Chen's stall.

Huang Nansong couldn't believe it.

Zombies come to see Taoist Su?

Isn't this a self-inflicted trap?

Ah Cai stopped painting and tilted his head to look at the tall man in the coat.

From his angle, he could just see the frost hanging on the man's eyebrows and eyelashes.

He has very fair skin, a high nose, and two patches of highland red on his cheeks, which makes him very different from ordinary men.

Ah Cai blinked curiously and called out obediently, "Uncle, do you want my dad to tell your fortune?"

Then pointed at his eyebrows and eyelashes.

"Uncle, are you cold?"

The man shook his head and blurted out word by word: "I'm recruiting people."

"Dad, this uncle is looking for someone."

Huang Nansong was hiding behind a pillar and couldn't help but sigh when he heard this.

It is true that a good father will have a good son.

Taoist Su's son is so strong-willed and courageous at such a young age. He is not afraid of zombies at all. In comparison, I feel a little weak.

But this zombie is looking for someone... Could it be that he died and didn't know who he was, so he couldn't be buried?

Huang Nansong thought about it and quietly lowered his body, poked his head out and observed the zombie again...

Huh?

The face in my memory was purple, with completely black eyes and no pointed fangs.

On the contrary, her skin is fair and even her eyebrows seem to be white.

So this is what normal zombies actually look like?

While he was thinking, Su Chen had already asked everyone to sit down.

"Who are you looking for? Do you have his horoscope?"

The man continued to speak word by word: "What is eight characters?"

After listening to Su Chen's explanation, he shook his head.

"Xue. Tong. Doesn't. Have. Eight. Words."

Ah Cai explained in a childish voice: "Uncle, everyone has a horoscope, for example..."

Before he could give an example, Su Chen raised his hand to signal him not to speak.

"Snow Child?" Su Chen looked at him carefully, frowned, and asked, "Is it... a spirit nurtured by the snow mountain?"

The man obviously had no idea what "spirit" was and was confused for a long time.

Fortunately, Su Chen was very patient and explained everything to him one by one.

The man finally understood and nodded heavily.

"Since it's a spirit nurtured by the snow mountain, it's actually similar to the mountain gods and river gods. Generally, it won't easily leave its own area. This snow child..."

The man clenched his fist and slammed it hard on the table.

"boom!"

He gritted his teeth and said, "You are a liar!"

Huang Nansong finally realized something was wrong.

He bravely approached quietly, met Su Chen's gaze, and asked in a low voice: "Master Su, he is not a zombie?"

Su Chen shook his head.

"Is it a human?" he asked again.

Seeing Su Chen nod affirmatively, Huang Nansong was puzzled: "Why is he so cold? Just now I almost thought..."

He walked out of the morgue.

Huang Nansong walked over and took a closer look at the man, then curled his lips and said, "Why are you wearing a hat if you're a human? You look sneaky."

So suspicious.

The man was bewildered by his accusations and blinked in confusion.

Thinking that he couldn't speak as fluently as a three-year-old, Huang Nansong waved his hand: "Oh, forget it, it's okay."

He pulled out a chair and wanted to sit down, but after hesitating for a while, he gave up.

Walk back to the pillar and lean against it.

Seeing this, Su Chen looked at the man again: "Do you know what that liar looks like?"

The man shook his head: "Female."

Huang Nansong clicked his tongue a few times.

She must be a beautiful woman, otherwise it would be difficult to get her.

Su Chen also had a headache.

Not only can he not provide any clues, but he also answers questions as easily as squeezing toothpaste.

This kind of communication is too slow and torturous.

He sighed and asked again patiently.

"So how did you get here?"

The man pointed in the direction he came from: "Old, man."

Su Chen held his forehead with his hand: "I mean, how did you come to the Magic City? Did you guess that Xue Tong was in the Magic City, or is there a special connection between you two?"

As he said this, he pointed at the man's eyebrows.

"If you were human, you wouldn't be able to generate cold energy on your own, right?"

The man subconsciously rubbed his eyebrows, feeling the rustling of his fingertips, and explained: "Xue. Tong, save. me."

"So there's some kind of connection between you two, right? That's why I led you to the Magic City."

The man nodded.

Then he became anxious again: "I can't find it."

He was so anxious that the air around him seemed to become a little colder.

Huang Nansong rubbed his face and subconsciously took a few steps back.

This man definitely doesn't have a wife.

Which girl would marry him if he looks like he's going to freeze to death at any time?

Su Chen raised his hand to signal the man not to be anxious.

He calculated it himself.

"Don't worry, he's still alive."

The man finally breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this.

Su Chen asked the man if he had any personal belongings that Xue Tong often used, intending to use the Xuanxing tracking technique to find someone.

The man quickly shook his head.

Su Chen: "..."

"Okay, I'll try using you as a carrier."

A gleam flashed in the man's eyes.

Huang Nansong quietly gave a thumbs up.

It’s amazing that Taoist Su can find people in this way.

The secret method stimulated the merits to wrap around the man like threads.

Soon, the golden threads flew towards the east like insects that had smelled something.

Su Chen stood up and looked at Acai.

The little guy stretched out his hand very tactfully.

Su Chen held his hand and put his other hand on the man's shoulder.

"Let's go and have a look."

As soon as the people here left, Xiao Liuer came out happily carrying his own eating utensils.

After walking two steps and seeing Huang Nansong, she turned around curiously and said, "Uncle Huang, what are you doing? Do you want me to shine your shoes?"

Huang Nansong was dejected: "I'm not in the mood."

Xiao Liu'er was puzzled: "Why?"

Why else?

There was nothing exciting to watch, and he remembered Master Su's previous instructions.

There is no way to get rich!

Seeing Old Song coming out happily, Huang Nansong howled and gave him a bear hug.

"Hey hey hey, get out of the way, get out of the way!"

Old Song pushed him away in disgust, protecting a pot of orchids in his arms.

"What do you want to do?!"

Huang Nansong felt wronged: "Old Song, my dream of getting rich is shattered!"

Old Song was surprised: "Haven't you always been content with the status quo? When did you dream of getting rich?"

"yesterday!"

"Oh, were you provoked by Xiaozhuang's family?"

Huang Nansong was depressed: "They have a million, I just thought we can just rent a house for 10,000 or 20,000, right?"

"Ten or twenty thousand?" Old Song was stunned. "Are you imagining things?"

"You want to rent your shabby house for an exorbitant price?"

Huang Nansong was not convinced: "Why is it not possible? I'm telling you, Old Song..."

He told Lao Song about his thoughts.

Old Song was amazed by her beauty.

"Of course you can, you can even think of this method?"

"Master Su warned me," Huang Nansong sighed and spread his hands, "So, it's over."

Old Song hesitated for a moment and concluded, "It does seem a bit unfair."

"Anyway, you're right to follow Master Su's instructions."

He looked around and said, "Where is Taoist Su?"