Just a quick calculation, you are a fugitive!

"Child?"

Lin Jingyu also discovered the problem with the humanoid's belly, but soon frowned again: "When Yingying died, the child was less than two months old, how could it be so big?"

Yes!

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The child who was less than two months old was raised by Yingying to this size now, which shows that she really wants the child to grow up and be born.

It's a bit tricky.

After hesitating for a while, Su Chen said: "Yingying, even if you use ghost energy to nourish, your child has stopped developing since your death. Even if it grows up now, its limbs have not grown, let alone its facial features. Even if it is born, it will be a monster."

The humanoid suddenly dispersed and began to struggle violently again, obviously very dissatisfied with Su Chen's words.

But Su Chen quickly changed the subject: "I have a way."

The human figure gradually condensed, and the ghost voice was faint: "What?"

"My Tianshi Mansion has a method of nurturing spirits. Transfer your child's soul to the human-shaped puppet, gradually dissipate the ghost energy, and when the spirit is nurtured, your child will grow up with the increase of spiritual energy. However, if you choose this method, the child will have to follow me in the future."

The human figure dispersed and condensed, condensed and dispersed.

"Really, is it okay?"

Su Chen nodded: "I don't have a puppet at hand at the moment, but I can cut a paper man first and transfer your child's soul."

"Thank you, thank you~"

Su Chen turned his head to look at Lin Jingyu, who reacted and rushed back home to get a pair of scissors. Su Chen raised his hand and a palm-sized paper man appeared in front of everyone.

He threw the paper figure into the air, his hand gestures flew, he muttered something, and suddenly shouted: "Get up!"

The paper figure that was originally standing in the air suddenly shook, and its hands and feet began to dance. The face without facial features seemed to have some amplitude, and the facial features appeared faintly.

"Child, my child~" Yingying's ghost voice was surprised and relieved. As her voice sounded, the figure slowly dispersed and disappeared without a trace.

Grandma was startled and turned around anxiously: "Young man, my Yingying..."

Su Chen raised his hand and caught the paper man with twisted limbs, and smiled at her: "Grandma, Yingying is fine. My soul trapping array is for resentful spirits. Now that Yingying's resentment has all dissipated, she can't be trapped."

Grandma breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, that's it..."

When her eyes fell on the paper man in Su Chen's palm, her eyes were happy again: "Is this my grandson?"

Lin Jingyu answered for Su Chen: "Grandma, it must be."

He looked at the paper man waving his little hands in Su Chen's palm curiously, but as he danced, the movements gradually became smaller, and soon he lay flat like a piece of paper again.

"Is this... child okay?" Grandma asked hurriedly.

"It's okay. The child doesn't have much resentment. He is tired and resting."

Grandma smiled and nodded: "Oh, that's good, that's good."

Su Chen asked Lin Jingyu to find a piece of locust wood as soon as possible, and then turned around and looked at the three stunned people: "What are you doing? Hurry up and invite the magician back to continue the ritual!"

He doesn't know these funeral rituals.

Zhang Qiang, who was playing the drums, suddenly came to his senses, nodded repeatedly, raised his hand and took out the pager. Just after pressing it, he felt something was wrong, and heard the junior brother Liu Tao, who was holding the gong, kneel down to Su Chen with a "thump".

"Master, please accept me as your apprentice!"

Liu Tao, you bastard who betrays your master and ancestors!

Before Zhang Qiang could curse, there was another thump.

Senior brother Yu Dingqiang also knelt down, and didn't even want the cymbals. He grabbed Su Chen's thigh and said: "Master, accept me as your apprentice!"

Zhang Qiang: "..."

Senior brother has knelt down, how about I kneel down too?

Su Chen looked at the three people kneeling in unison, raised his legs, and his face was full of black lines.

Fortunately, such scenes have appeared in the previous life.

He raised his hand decisively, turned his fingers and pretended to calculate, and soon raised his eyebrows: "It's not that I don't want to accept you, but it's hard to go against the will of heaven. If I go against the will of heaven, it will damage your fortune at the least, and it will affect your lifespan at the worst."

The three people looked at each other and stood up hurriedly.

"Master, then, then we won't become your disciples, but can we ask you for help when we encounter problems in the future?"

"Yes, yes, yes, we often help people with things, and it's inevitable to encounter... cough cough if we walk too much on this never-night road."

Su Chen smiled and nodded: "Okay."

The three people grinned immediately, and Lin Jingyu quietly pulled Su Chen aside and handed him two hundred yuan.

Su Chen did not refuse and took it.

He carefully put the paper figurine into his pocket and smiled at Lin Jingyu: "Brother, where did you buy the yellow paper and cinnabar?"

Su Chen was soon disappointed.

The incense shop that Lin Jingyu brought him to only had cinnabar, yellow paper, incense and candles. There was nothing to buy cow's tears and other instruments.

Old man Zhong, who ran the incense shop, sighed: "There were some in the early years. It was not a few years ago that the four olds were destroyed. Many masters suffered, and the source of these things was cut off."

After listening to Lin Jingyu's story about Yingying, he looked at Su Chen carefully and couldn't help laughing: "Good, good, you young man actually have this ability, it's really Qing, what's Qing?"

Lin Jingyu: "The disciple is better than the master."

"Yes, yes, yes, Ah Yu, you are more educated and talkative."

In the end, Su Chen bought some yellow paper and cinnabar. When he got to the street, it was gradually becoming lively.

Shoe and clothing vendors have started to set up their stalls, and shops along the street have also opened, selling all kinds of pastries and red lanterns.

Su Chen also saw an old man writing Spring Festival couplets on the spot.

Hearing the noise, he turned around and saw Lin Jingyu pushing a cart out. He stepped forward and helped to move the boxes off the cart, spread the oilcloth, and lined up all kinds of comic books.

"Brother, are you still fortune-telling today?"

Su Chen nodded.

"Then wait, I'll get you a chair and a small table."

Lin Jingyu not only moved the chair and table for him, but also went to the old man who wrote Spring Festival couplets to ask for words, pasted them on the wooden board, and stood in front of the table. Then he clapped his hands in satisfaction: "That's right, doing business should be done in a business-like manner. You used newspapers to write before, and you couldn't tell that you were fortune-telling without looking carefully. How conspicuous is this?"

As he was talking, someone squeezed up.

"Fortune-telling? I'm afraid you're a liar?"

Lin Jingyu was angry when he heard it.

Hey, can people not be so malicious to each other?

He was about to refute, but Lao Liao, who was selling steamed buns opposite, rolled his eyes.

"Hey, what nonsense are you talking about, girl? With A-Yu here, how can there be any scammers in Chunming Street?"

That's right!

Lin Jingyu raised his head and put his hands on his waist, turned his head and looked, his eyes were instantly straight.

It turned out that the one questioning was a girl, who looked about 20 years old, with long hair like a waterfall, fair skin, big eyes and red lips.

Beauty!

Sun Feiyan glanced at the man in leather jacket in front of her, and saw a stubble at the corner of his mouth, and curled her lips in disdain.

Greasy, disgusting.

When her eyes fell on Su Chen, her eyes lit up.

But soon, she snorted.

In his prime, with all his limbs intact, he actually came out to cheat money.

What's the use of having a pretty face? The heart must be black.

I'll expose you!