Just a quick calculation, you are a fugitive!

Su Chen looked at his shocked expression and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Confirmed.

This little bamboo cat is really timid and doesn't know the world.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore. I've dealt with the curse on Grandpa Xiaohe, but I haven't found the person who cursed him."

He looked at the young man: "Since you have been in spiritual contact for a long time, pay more attention to that place in the near future. If you find anything..."

He hesitated, and used his Taoist power to draw a formation and injected it into the thin bamboo body next to him: "Knock here, I will come over when I hear it."

The young man was surprised: "Master, you, you won't catch me?"

Wang Haitao looked at him with a frown: "Why should I catch you? You haven't broken the law."

While the young man was stunned, Wang Haitao continued: "Now it is a society ruled by law. Whether it is a ghost or a spirit, we don't care if it doesn't break the law."

"Is this true?"

"But what's your name? Since you have found it, you have to register it."

The young man honestly said: "My name was given by my master. It's Xiaoli, and my master's surname is Zhang."

Su Chen raised his eyebrows: "Is your master also surnamed Zhang?"

"Well, Mr. Zhang seems to be the descendant of my master, but I'm not sure."

Wang Haitao wrote it down in his notebook and closed the pen cap.

"Zhang Xiaoli, right? If you need any help, you can go to the Municipal Bureau to find the Special Case Investigation Team. Of course, you can also find Master Su and me."

"Okay, okay."

Wang Haitao subconsciously reached out to pat his shoulder, but missed.

Then he remembered what Su Chen had reminded him before, that this person was a human figure created by an illusion.

Look carefully, it is still so real.

Illusions are really powerful.

After coughing lightly, Wang Haitao reminded again: "Manly men, we should speak openly, don't always speak so softly, making it seem like Master Su and I are bullying you."

"Oh, okay~"

Listening to that voice, Wang Haitao felt helpless.

Su Chen ignored it: "Let's go."

After leaving the bamboo forest, he opened his briefcase, took out a wad of money and threw it to Wang Haitao.

"Tonight's reward!"

Wang Haitao's eyes widened, and he quickly winked: "Master Su~"

"Next time there is such a good thing, please don't disturb me."

Seeing him playing tricks, Su Chen's palm power surged out, and quickly tore the ghost road.

Zhang Xiaoli, who had quietly poked out of the bamboo forest, was frightened and quickly shrank back.

It was already past two in the morning when Su Chen brought A Liang back home.

After seeing A Liang off, he was about to go into the house to rest, when a black shadow jumped up from the eight-immortal table, and then his head sank.

"Squeak squeak squeak~"

Since the birthday banquet, the squirrel Xiaoxian'er has started the pig-raising mode of eating and eating.

Maybe because he has lived with the Su family for a long time, he has also been infected with everyone's living habits, and started to eat and eat during the day and sleep soundly at night.

No matter what big noise there was at home, it couldn't wake it up.

Tonight was strange.

Su Chen was about to ask it what was wrong, and Xiaoxian'er jumped down by herself.

He stretched out his palms to catch it. Xiaoxian'er's chubby body made his hands sink. It rolled in a round shape in his palms. After getting up, its little paws pointed in the direction of Niugang Mountain.

Su Chen frowned and opened the back door suspiciously. Only then did he notice that there was a hint of moisture in the air.

It should be foggy over Niugang Mountain, right?

"Let's go!"

Su Chen closed the door again, holding Xiaoxian'er in his arms, and arrived at the mountainside of Niugang Mountain.

He entered the ghost path again and came out to see the familiar big stone.

"Squeak!"

Xiaoxian'er, the squirrel, swung its tail, jumped down skillfully, and climbed onto the stone. I don't know when it learned Su Chen's posture. It actually stood with its tail coiled, and its black eyes closed.

Su Chen was stunned, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he also sat cross-legged on the stone.

As the mist spread, a cool breeze hit his whole body and flowed into his mind. The fatigue caused by Mr. Zhang's alienation disappeared instantly.

Su Chen was trying his best to feel it.

This breath was still colorless and invisible. He could only vaguely feel it when his Tao power and merit power flowed.

Suddenly, Su Chen's body trembled violently.

He opened his eyes and looked up in surprise.

He saw that under the full moon, thousands of golden threads were hanging down, and the ends condensed into olive-shaped golden balls.

It was the Emperor's Flowing Juice!

The Emperor's Flowing Juice contained the essence of the moon.

The data recorded that plants and trees could become monsters after receiving it.

Su Chen hurriedly looked around.

The golden ball fell on the plants and trees around him, and the plants and trees shook suddenly, full of vitality.

The golden ball hit the ground, and some seeds broke their shells and sprouted.

The golden ball fell on Xiaoxian'er's head, and the squirrel squeaked twice.

"So comfortable, so comfortable!" He could speak human language.

Su Chen was in the middle of it, and a lot of golden balls fell on him.

The golden balls hit him, and instantly penetrated his skin, blending with the flowing power of Daoli and merit, as well as the strange breath.

Su Chen could clearly feel that his mind was clearer.

But soon, he found that the strange breath seemed to be increasing.

Then several acupoints in his body were suddenly opened, and the established route of the flow of Daoli and merit suddenly changed.

This...

Su Chen looked at his body in surprise.

The route of the flow of Daoli and merit is the most classic route passed down by countless generations of Tianshi Mansion.

Thousands of people in the sect, and even the ancestors, all run and flow in this way.

Sudden change, is it a blessing? Is it a disaster?

Su Chen wanted to guide it back to the original route, but found that it was impossible to mobilize it.

They were like wild horses that had broken free from their reins, or like little birds that had just been released from their cages, galloping with joy after discovering the vast grasslands and the boundless sky.

After a moment of worry, Su Chen breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that it took only two breaths to complete a cycle, and that there seemed to be nothing wrong with his body.

It was good that nothing happened, and it was not a disaster.

But he did not dare to relax.

In this way, in about an hour, the fog at the foot of Niugang Mountain gradually dissipated, and where were the thousands of golden threads under the moon?

Su Chen let out a long breath, and looked inward again with a complicated look.

In the dantian, the power of merit was still entrenched in it, but the original green Dao power, the golden Emperor's slurry, and the colorless special aura had now mixed into a light yellow-green color.

This color was consistent with the color of the buds that had just emerged from the soil under the feet, and it made people happy just by looking at it.

"Squeak~ Big guy!"

Su Chen looked at the squirrel fairy, who pointed to the full moon above his head.

"Something fell down."

Su Chen nodded: "Yeah, I saw it, it's the Emperor Liujiang."

Seeing the squirrel fairy's confusion, he briefly explained and asked: "You can only speak now, can't you transform into a human form?"

"Transform into a human form? Why do you want to transform into a human form?"

Xiaoxian'er was puzzled.

Su Chen: "..."

"The immortals in the Northeast like to transform into human forms. I heard that some of them will specifically ask for titles in order to transform into human forms."

"Xiaoxian'er, don't you want to?"

The squirrel shook his fluffy tail.

"No, how can I get into the tree hole if I transform into a human form? I can't take out the fruits I hid!"

Su Chen: "..."

Okay.

It turns out that you can't underestimate the cultivation of a foodie.