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

"Why are you suddenly saying I'm possessed?"

The young man looked at Lao Song in confusion.

His eyes gradually narrowed, and his gaze shifted back and forth between Old Song and Su Chen.

This old man...has no good intentions.

Are you trying to conspire with this Taoist priest to defraud money?

Come to think of it, I was sleeping here before, and this Taoist priest didn't drive me away...

Even if it's bad, it's not too bad.

If the money they want to cheat is not much, then just give it to them. That little money is nothing compared to being able to have a comfortable night's sleep.

Just... do you want me to give you more?

Gain some goodwill, so that even if the problem is not solved later, you can sleep here with peace of mind?

The boy's older brothers and sisters didn't think much of it.

The two of them were probably tortured by insomnia and had no temper at all. Hearing this, they just looked at Lao Song and Su Chen curiously.

How could Old Song, a shrewd man, not see the young man's suspicion?

However, the three of them were quite friendly. He explained, "It just occurred to me that you guys went to the hospital and couldn't find any results. Maybe you're not using the right method."

"You're lucky today. Taoist Su is not only a fortune teller, but also a miraculous doctor. He can easily answer your question..."

Su Chen glanced at Old Song silently.

And he's bragging about himself!

He smiled and looked at the boy: "You are not possessed by evil spirits."

The boy was stunned: "...Huh?"

Old Song rolled his eyes: "Master Su's point is that if your illness isn't caused by evil spirits, then it's probably hereditary, otherwise the whole family wouldn't have it."

After a pause, Old Song realized something was wrong: "No, your mother also suffers from insomnia?"

Seeing the three of them nodding in unison, Old Song frowned: "That's not right."

"Isn't it hereditary?"

He turned and asked Su Chen.

Su Chen smiled and nodded: "I noticed it when he came here before, his Qi and blood are a little strange."

"Qi and blood?" The young man was puzzled. "If it's about qi and blood, shouldn't we see a Chinese doctor? But we've seen an old Chinese doctor, and he didn't find any problems."

His brothers and sisters nodded along.

"So it is a little bit. It is difficult for ordinary old Chinese medicine practitioners to detect abnormalities with conventional methods of observation, auscultation, questioning and palpation."

Su Chen said as a reminder: "20 per person."

"……what?"

Lao Song: "It's 20 yuan per person, no cheating."

The boy uttered "oh, oh" a few times, and soon became dissatisfied: "No, why is it so little?"

Not to mention that a check-up in the hospital can easily cost thousands of dollars these days, even the transportation costs to other cities are more than that.

If these two are conspiring to defraud money, isn't their target too small?

Do you think 20 yuan is too little, so even if you are cheated, you won’t call the police?

While the boy was thinking, his brother quickly took out his wallet and took out 100 yuan.

"It's troublesome."

It’s only 100 yuan, it’s no big deal even if I get cheated.

Anyway, they have spent tens of thousands of dollars on insomnia treatment over the years.

Su Chen looked at the young man, smiled and shook his head.

I feel like I'm dying because of insomnia.

After taking the money and giving back 40 yuan in change, Su Chen nodded at the eyebrows of the three people in turn.

"Your Qi and blood are abnormal, causing your brain to be overactive. I'll sort it out for you."

The boy only felt a chill between his brows for a moment, and then his whole head began to feel dizzy.

Not long after, he subconsciously leaned over the table and snored loudly.

His two older brothers and sisters are similar.

Old Song was already used to this scene, so he asked worriedly, "Master Su, how long will they sleep like this? If it gets dark, will we be able to wake them up?"

"Sure, it doesn't matter where you sleep."

Old Song slapped his forehead and said, "Oh, that's right, it's all cured. I'll sleep more comfortably when I get home."

He stretched out his hand to pat the boy's shoulder, hesitated, and then retracted his hand.

"After so much insomnia, they finally get some sleep. Let them sleep a little longer."

Seeing Su Chen stand up, he hurriedly asked: "Master Su, are you planning to go back?"

Su Chen put the cinnabar away and put it in a cloth bag.

"I'm not going back tonight. I'm going to eat."

Old Song suddenly realized: "Oh, yes, Master Su, you said someone invited you to dinner..."

As he was speaking, the boy's snoring suddenly stopped.

Then he almost jumped up.

"elder brother!"

Seeing that Su Chen was still there, the young man breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly grabbed Su Chen's hand and held it tightly.

"Brother, please don't leave yet. My parents and others are still suffering from insomnia. Brother, please, please."

"I, I, I'll treat you to a meal, okay?"

Lao Song: "..."

Then my guess was correct.

Su Chen nodded and reminded the boy: "Go make a phone call. The waiting time is just enough for you to have a meal."

"Hey, hey, hey, brother, you are my real brother!"

He grabbed his sister's handbag with familiarity and took out his cell phone.

After finishing the call, the boy looked around and scratched his head: "Is there anything good to eat around here?"

"Yes, yes, there's one right up ahead. It's cheap and delicious."

"Old man, are you coming too?"

Old Song grinned: "Then I won't be polite!"

Although he knew that the boy's family was rich, Old Song didn't try to get too much from him and only ordered three dishes and a soup.

After finishing their meal, they returned to the teahouse and made some tea. The young man couldn't help but ask Su Chen, "Brother, what's going on with our family's blood and qi? Could someone have poisoned us?"

Seeing Old Song's puzzled look, he explained dryly, "It's not that I'm being mean, it's mainly because our family has a small fortune, and my brothers and sisters are also very promising. It's inevitable that some people will be jealous, right?"

The boy's eyes rolled around several times, and he squinted: "I suspect my uncle."

Lao Song poured him a cup of tea and asked, "What do you mean?"

"My uncle is a nice guy, but my aunt is not a worry-free person. You don't know that when my aunt was dating my uncle..."

Su Chen was drinking tea while peeling peanuts.

By the way, he listened to the young man pouring out almost all of his family's wealth like spilling the beans, and shook his head with a smile.

Old Song also likes to listen to gossip.

Seeing that the young man had started to suspect his uncle, aunt, uncle, and cousin, the corners of his mouth twitched.

"Ahem~" He cleared his throat. "Xiao Xu, is there a possibility..."

"what?"

"You're overthinking it," Old Song explained. "If they really wanted to poison you, it wouldn't just be about making you lose sleep. Wouldn't it be faster to just use rat poison?"

"Oh, that's right." The young man was stunned for a moment, scratched his head, and looked at Su Chen blankly: "Brother, don't you know how to tell fortunes? How about you help me calculate it?"

"I'm telling you, brother, you have to root out the problem. I have to get to the bottom of this and solve it from the root."

Su Chen nodded: "Give me your fortune."

"Hey, brother, I guess you have to calculate your horoscope yourself. I only know my birthday and time of birth."

Old Song squinted his eyes and said, "Stop talking nonsense and report it quickly."

"oh oh."

After he finished speaking, Su Chen immediately started calculating.

After a while, he looked at the boy with a strange look in his eyes.

The boy leaned back subconsciously, and then looked at himself again, and then he was curious: "Brother, don't tell me, it was me who caused this?"

Although he is the least promising one in the family, I can assure you that he just wants to live a comfortable life and has no intention of harming his family.

After a pause, he became a little unsure again: "Is it an unintentional mistake on my part?"

Su Chen laughed and shook his head: "No, I just think your rich life is quite rare."

Old Song immediately became interested: "What do you mean?"