Quick Transmigration Female Supporting Character: Male God, Please Lie Down

As she spoke, she placed a torn newspaper in front of Si Qingyou.

"You old woman, what are you saying to that fortune teller?"

Grandpa Xiang immediately scolded his wife, "What kind of time is this? How can you talk about such trivial matters in front of the sage? The sage is a transcendent and otherworldly master, and listening to such mundane things is an eyesore."

"Yes Yes Yes!"

Aunt Xiang felt a bit resentful for a moment, which is why she said that. Actually, after she finished speaking, she felt that it was a bit inappropriate.

"Okay, that's enough for me, I know the birth date and time!"

Si Qingyou let the paper flow down and nodded to the elderly couple.

"Alright, we'll be leaving now!"

The elderly couple were also good at reading people's expressions, and seeing Si Qingyou's behavior, they understood what she meant.

The two stood up and left.

After the two of them left, Si Qingyou opened the tattered newspaper in her hand again and carefully memorized Liu Yuezhen's birth date and time.

The next day, when Si Qingyou went out to eat noodles again, she saw Xiang Qiuping walking towards her from afar. Liu Yuezhen was still wearing the same funeral clothes and following behind him. They were probably used to it by now.

Si Qingyou knew that the two of them were used to eating at that noodle shop, so she went in the opposite direction and randomly found a noodle shop and ate a bowl of noodles.

By the time we finished eating the noodles, it was already quite late.

There were hardly any people on the streets. After all, it was Ghost Festival, and it was almost evening. Normally, not many people would be out strolling around.

Si Qingyou looked around and strolled along the road, just wanting to know when this gate of hell would open.

She counted on her fingers as she walked, trying to figure out where the location was.

It was getting late, and there were hardly any pedestrians on the road.

Si Qingyou continued walking forward. A shop on the side of the road was closing its door. Just as the door closed, the people inside saw Si Qingyou still wandering around outside, so the old woman inside opened the door again.

"Girl, today is Ghost Festival, it's already seven or eight o'clock, hurry back!"

The old woman stood in front of the door and shouted at Si Qingyou.

Si Qingyou nodded her thanks and said she would go back immediately.

Seeing her like this, the old woman figured she had already warned her, and whatever she did was none of her business anymore.

They immediately closed the door again.

Because it's a small town, the concrete pavement is somewhat cracked, and the streetlights overhead are very dim and flickering.

Si Qingyou continued calculating, and finally reached the top of a small alley, where she finally figured out where she was.

She couldn't help but sigh.

I glanced at my watch; it was only 9:30, and it was almost 2:00 AM—still several hours away.

Si Qingyou went back to her place and rested for a few hours. Around 1 a.m., she went to the vicinity of that alley.

Because that alley is quite a distance from where she lives, it would take her about an hour to get there.

As we approached, we saw many little devils walking along the road.

She also saw a drunk man stumbling along the road being played with by a group of kids.