Just a quick calculation, you are a fugitive!

Xie Qianglong and the girl looked at the yellow talisman in surprise as it suddenly ignited and turned into ashes in an instant.

The two looked at each other.

Xie Qianglong whispered: "This, this is also the master?"

The girl nodded hesitantly: "Yes, it's someone brought by the master, and he should be here to help."

Anyway, since Su Chen stood by the bed, this person has not moved, staring at the only bathroom on the second floor.

"Then what was he doing just now? Not in the room?"

The girl shook her head blankly.

Wang Haitao observed for a while, grinned and turned around.

Seeing Xie Qianglong stunned for a moment, and then seeing that the two were close together, he curiously asked the girl: "Is this your partner?"

The girl waved her hand hurriedly.

Xie Qianglong also denied: "Not yet."

Three words, enough to explain everything.

Wang Haitao's eyes changed instantly when he looked at the girl, and he stepped forward and patted Xie Qianglong on the shoulder.

"Boys should be bold in pursuing girls, but don't take her to any indecent places."

Xie Qianglong: "Impossible..."

"With your yellow hair, it's impossible."

"I tell you, she looks well-behaved and sensible, don't bully her and lead her astray."

The girl's face was already red as a monkey's butt.

"You, don't talk nonsense..."

"We just met tonight, he, he is a warm-hearted good man."

Xie Qianglong originally had some complaints about his yellow hair, but when he heard the girl say he was a good man, he immediately smiled.

Wang Haitao couldn't bear to watch.

The three waited for another half an hour, and saw Su Chen, who was sweating all over as if he had been fished out of the water. Wang Haitao sighed: "It's rare to see Master Su working so hard."

He asked the two: "What's going on with this evil spirit?"

"Evil spirit?"

Xie Qianglong and the girl were both confused.

"Isn't it a death spell?"

Wang Haitao was startled, incredulous: "Black magic?"

"Master, do you know?"

Wang Haitao curled his lips: "Nonsense, well-known."

"I tell you, these people in Nanyang really do everything they can, they are very insidious and cunning. This black magic can make them come up with thousands of tricks. When I went to Hong Kong City before, I saw the flying head spell. The head flew away from the neck alive, and the blood mist spurted out..."

He was halfway through his words when he saw Su Chen slowly exhaled.

Wang Haitao hurriedly strode into the room: "It's done?"

Su Chen took out a handkerchief and wiped his forehead. Then the Taoist power evaporated, and his whole body was quickly covered with a layer of mist. When the mist disappeared, his hair and clothes were dry.

"I heard them say it was a death spell?" Wang Haitao asked.

"This thing is very vicious. It is said that there is no solution once it is cast."

Su Chen nodded: "It is very troublesome."

Wang Haitao was surprised: "Master Su, did you really solve it?"

"Awesome!" He gave a thumbs up.

Su Chen pressed his hand: "What about the thing I asked you to do?"

"Don't worry, the tracking talisman has been attached. Although it is low-level, it will last for three hours."

Su Chen was relieved and met the girl's nervous eyes.

"Don't worry, all the insects in the body have been eliminated."

"You should be able to recover after resting for a while."

"Give me a pen and paper."

The girl came back to her senses, went downstairs, and quickly handed it to Su Chen.

After writing down the prescription, Su Chen reminded: "The diet for the next half month should be light, and you can walk in the sun when the weather is fine."

As he was speaking, the old man on the bed slowly opened his eyes.

"Xiao He?"

The girl nodded calmly at first, but her eyes turned red when she heard the call.

"Grandpa!"

"Grandpa, you finally woke up, wuwuwu, I was almost scared to death."

Seeing the girl lying on the bed and sobbing, Su Chen glanced at Wang Haitao.

Xie Qianglong wanted to go forward to comfort her, but when he saw Su Chen and Wang Haitao walking out of the room, he hurriedly chased after them.

"Master, Master, this is the reward, thank you."

He stuffed the bag into Su Chen's arms, turned around and went into the room, comforting: "Don't cry, your grandpa has been lying for so long, is he hungry? Or is he thirsty?"

Su Chen looked at the bulging handbag and smiled.

He is really a destined prodigal.

The reward was 50,000 yuan at a time, which is more generous than Boss Zhang.

He really doesn't know how hard it is to make money.

But he didn't give it back after giving it all.

After thinking about it, Su Chen continued to go downstairs.

Walking out of the two-story building, Wang Haitao took the lead and walked south.

After five or six hundred meters, the two entered a bamboo forest.

The full moon on the Lantern Festival.

The road was bright at night.

It was pitch black after entering the bamboo forest, which looked very gloomy.

The two stopped in front of a bamboo forest.

"Master Su, this is it."

Under the eyes of heaven, this bamboo forest really showed a strong green atmosphere.

Su Chen looked around again.

Many bamboo leaves in the surrounding bamboo forest had been plucked.

He joked: "Rabbits don't eat grass near their nests, why do you use bamboo leaves on the edge to make river lanterns? Aren't you afraid that you will be conspicuous if you pluck them all?"

Wang Haitao also sensed the breath, but he didn't see it clearly.

"Master Su, has this bamboo become a spirit?"

Then he frowned: "No way? I haven't heard Liu Xian say that bamboo can become a spirit."

Su Chen glanced at him.

The information given by Chang Yu recorded that bamboo became a spirit.

During the Northern Song Dynasty, there was a bamboo forest in the mansion of a prefect because literati and scholars stopped to appreciate it all the year round. The bamboo forest was not cut down. After 500 years, it became a spirit and could still harm people.

Of course, that was just a record in the classics, and it was unknown whether it was true or not.

This was not just a bamboo spirit.

Su Chen reached into the bamboo forest, and the power of Taoism surged out. He accurately found the thickest bamboo among them and knocked on it: "What? We have come to your door, and you still want to be a turtle?"

The bamboo leaves in the bamboo forest suddenly swayed without wind.

Soon a figure appeared.

It was a young man with unshaven beard and drooping eyebrows.

Wang Haitao took a step back in shock.

"No, no... Can he transform into a human?"

Even Liu Xian can't do it, right?

Su Chen glanced at him: "Illusion, what a fuss."

Wang Haitao breathed a sigh of relief: "I thought, can it be more powerful than our Liu Xian? Absolutely impossible!"

"I heard from Xiao He that her grandfather buried the dead cat in the bamboo forest. You should be the cat soul that grew and merged with the bamboo?"

"...Yes."

"What does fusion feel like?"

The young man was stunned and looked up at Su Chen in surprise.

"What? Don't you remember?"

The young man shook his head repeatedly: "Just, at first it was like sleeping, in a daze, and then one day, suddenly heard a familiar poem."

"Dew on the lead powder joints, the wind shakes the green jade branches..."

"I woke up."

Su Chen asked: "How long has it been since you woke up?"

"A long time ago, there weren't so many houses here before, and there was a pond next to it...I can't remember how long it has been."

Su Chen nodded and agreed with this statement.

Otherwise, if he had just awakened, the green breath would not be so strong.

So, he was not transformed from Xiao He's grandfather's cat soul.

He asked again: "Why do you help Xiao He and her grandfather?"

The young man whispered: "Mr. Zhang likes to come to the bamboo forest. I think he and I have been friends for a long time."

"I understand, but why do you want to set up a stall to sell river lanterns at the Lantern Festival?"

The young man said aggrievedly: "I want to make money. Xiao He sold her piano to treat her grandfather's illness. I want to help her."

Su Chen: "..."

"Do you know how much it costs to help her?"

The young man: "???"

"You want to sell 500,000 river lanterns for 10 cents each. You can't even sell them even if you pull out all the bamboo leaves in this bamboo forest."

The young man's pupils trembled: "...Ah? So many?"