Just a quick calculation, you are a fugitive!

Phew, man is so awesome!

Wonderful rejuvenation!

Lin Jingyu felt proud, but coughed slightly on his face: "Okay, okay, as long as everyone is fine, Uncle Xu, the ground here is full of blood, you have to clean it up."

Lao Xu nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, I'll bring you a basin of water."

Lin Jingyu then clapped his hands: "Okay, it's all gone. How can we do business if we are stuck here? Let's go."

Huang Zhongxiong and his wife were quickly led to the store by Mr. Xu's wife. There was no excitement here, and the people quickly dispersed.

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However, there were still quite a few who, although they were far away, were still looking at Su Chen curiously.

Lin Jingyu looked at Su Chen: "Brother, are you really okay?"

Su Chen glanced at him lightly: "I lost half my life, what do you think?"

"I see, you've never been like this before," Lin Jingyu said, touching his chin, "I'll go to Uncle Xu's shop."

A Biao sighed: "Brother, please don't do acupuncture next time."

"Let's talk about it," Su Chen returned the complete box of iron nails to him, "Iron nails are really difficult to use. I'll make a pair of gold needles later... No, silver needles, I can't afford gold needles now."

"With silver needles, acupuncture is much easier. At least it can penetrate the acupuncture points without having to...forget it, Brother Biao, you have been burning paper all day today, are you tired?"

A Biao scratched his head: "How tiring can it be to burn paper? I just hope Brother Awang can collect more, so that I can live comfortably down there... But brother, do you think there really is an underworld? Can paper money really be spent if it is burned?" Can ghosts really reincarnate? And, are there Nai Heqiao and Meng Po?"

Su Chen: "...it's a long story."

"It's okay, it's okay. I believe in your abilities, brother. Just keep your story short."

Su Chen: "..."

Who told me to take a good rest before?

What a sin!

When Lin Jingyu came back, he heard Su Chen whispering to A Biao about the world below.

"So not only do you have to ask for paper money, but you also have to burn down the house? Otherwise, you won't have a house to live in?"

Su Chen nodded: "You can also burn paper cars and horses, otherwise you have to rely on floating. You can also burn paper people, or you can be a real person. By the way, the master who made the paper people and paper cars is very good, and you have to be sincere when burning, otherwise you will burn. The items will probably be destroyed halfway through, or will be scrapped after one or two uses. Also, when you burn them, you must make it clear to whom they are given, otherwise there will be no shortage of ghosts in this world to snatch them."

Lin Jingyu: "!!!"

"No? Brother, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

A Biao: "Then we burned it for a whole day, isn't it in vain? Isn't it possible that A Wang didn't even receive it?"

The two of them howled.

Su Chen looked at them with a strange expression: "You just cook it? Don't say anything?"

Both of them: "Hehe, hehe~"

Lin Jingyu explained: "Mainly, the older generation didn't remind me."

A Biao nodded repeatedly: "That's right."

Then there was another burst of rejoicing: "Fortunately, this is only the first day. There are still two days to come. We must remember to be sincere and read Awang's name more often."

Lin Jingyu handed a brand new towel to Su Chen: "Brother, there is still sweat on your forehead, you should wipe it off."

"Thank you." Su Chen took it and wiped it, then asked him, "Have you gone to see the cemetery?"

"Have a look," he said, glancing around and lowering his voice, "Take Uncle Ye with me. Uncle Ye thinks it's OK and it's settled. But the matter of moving the tomb..." Lin Jingyu scratched his head, With a look of annoyance on his face, "Uncle Ye told us the location before, but I haven't been to that place and I'm afraid I can't find it. Come back and see if you can come with me, brother?"

Su Chen put down the towel: "Uncle Ye's hometown is not far away. It only takes half a day by car. It should be fine."

"That's okay, that's okay. I feel much more at ease with you here."

The two talked for a while and then left. One said he wanted to burn more paper money to make up for it, and the other said he wanted to go to Lao Zhong to see if he could make some paper cars or houses.

Su Chen shook his head slightly and continued to rest with his eyes closed.

The sun is gradually setting in the west.

There were thousands of rays of light on the horizon. With his eyes closed, Su Chen suddenly felt a ray of light rushing into his body, and the corners of his mouth raised.

This merit power is much more than the previous two. If I am not mistaken, it should be given to me for helping solve Uncle Ye's matter. After all, it is Mao Zang. Although Uncle Ye's mood is quite stable, he will not do anything in the short term. What, but zombies are full of evil spirits. If they are affected by evil spirits for a long time, their tempers will gradually become irritable. Once it breaks out, so many people in Chunming Street may be harmed...

The way of heaven here is quite reasonable.

Due to the addition of this power of merit, Su Chen quickly recovered.

When he helped Lin Jingyu put away the stall and was about to move the chairs and tables from his stall into the hardware store, Lao Xu's wife and Huang Zhongxiong came.

Lao Xu's wife held his hand and expressed gratitude: "Young boy, it's all thanks to you today. If it weren't for you, we would be so delicate... Hey, I'm afraid that kid would have to suffer."

Su Chen laughed dryly: "A lot of blood was taken out this time, so she needs to make up for it."

Huang Zhongxiong nodded repeatedly: "Hey, hey, I understand. I will buy ginseng later and make chicken soup for her."

As he spoke, he took out a bulging red envelope from his pocket.

"Master, if it weren't for you today, I probably wouldn't even know I was poisoned, and Jiaojiao might not even be able to get sick. You are the lifesaver of our couple. I know you don't take this little money seriously, but please be careful. Gotta take it.”

Seeing Su Chen take it, Huang Zhongxiong's face was filled with joy.

Previously, in the noodle shop newly opened by his uncle, the man surnamed Lin came to remind them that the master had spent a lot of money to save Jiaojiao this time, and he couldn't just give 20 yuan. He reminded them that they had to be generous, and he immediately said that he understood.

It's not that he was generous, but that he had been to the hospital before, and the doctor he found through his connections told him secretly that in Jiaojiao's case, if she didn't spend one or two thousand yuan to stay in the hospital, she couldn't be saved. The key is that it's still conservative treatment, and it's not certain whether she can get better. But now Jiaojiao has recovered, she can't just give 20 yuan, and 500 yuan is a big profit.

This master is really capable and doesn't care. I have to keep in touch with him in the future.

By the way, I have to go to my sister's house tomorrow to thank her.

Thinking of this, Huang Zhongxiong glanced at the talisman on the table and was stunned: "By the way, master, how much is your talisman? Can I buy one?"

"A peace talisman, 20 yuan each."

As he was talking, a figure rushed over quickly.

"Where is the stall? Where is it?" The figure rushed over, then quickly retreated and said to the talisman on the table, "Master, how much is this talisman?"

When he learned that it was 20 yuan per piece, the man immediately said, "I'll buy it all."

Huang Zhongxiong hurriedly pressed the amulet: "Hey, hey, do you understand what first come first served means?"

When he saw the person clearly, he was surprised: "Boss Zhang?"

Zhang Yugui didn't recognize Huang Zhongxiong, and looked him up and down suspiciously: "Who are you?"

"I'm Huang Zhongxiong, a government worker Ah, we had dinner together before. I was with Director Liu. Did you forget? "

"Director Liu? Oh, I remember. Xiao Huang, I'm sorry. Can you please not snatch this talisman from me today? I... use it."

Huang Zhongxiong smiled and nodded: "Boss Zhang, if you want it, I naturally dare not snatch it. Please, please..."

As he said this, he withdrew his hand with a wry smile, and heard Zhang Yugui count the talismans and mutter: "Why are there only 9?"

Speaking of this, Su Chen felt a little guilty.

Originally, he wanted to draw more talismans at noon, but Aunt Chun made a fuss about it. He forgot about it afterwards.

Zhang Yugui took out the money and asked: "Master, can you draw a few more? I, I... really use it."