Just a quick calculation, you are a fugitive!

As soon as she heard about dream interpretation, Lin Jingyu was no longer depressed.

He dragged a chair over and stared at the person eagerly.

It looks familiar, I must have seen it somewhere.

He was a middle-aged man with slicked back hair, wearing a coat, leather shoes, and a woolen sweater. He looked like his family had a little money.

However, on the square face, one of the eyes was covered with bloodshot eyes, and the bottom of the eyes was blue and black. Even the thick lips were also blue and purple. If you look closely, you can see that there are small patches of hard skin on them.

Well……

How popular is this?

Su Chen glanced at the middle-aged man, and there was only a faint gray air on his body.

There are indeed signs of ghost infestation.

But it seemed that the ghost was not very malicious and would not make him so anxious.

"What were you dreaming about?" he asked.

The middle-aged man wiped his forehead: "I've been having this dream for more than ten days, and it's all the same dream, about my dead mother..."

A Biao came up and put a glass of water in front of Su Chen, and handed the other glass to Lin Jingyu. He folded his arms and stared at the middle-aged man.

The more I look at this, the more familiar it becomes.

Mainly because it’s really rare to see such a large square face in Cuicheng.

He looked at Lin Jingyu suspiciously and asked silently. Lin Jingyu shook his head.

Okay, that's not an acquaintance.

The middle-aged man spoke very quickly.

The first time he had a dream was in the early morning of New Year's Day.

Originally, in the dream, he was counting money in a daze, but suddenly it became dark. When he realized it, he was in his mother's room in the old house in his hometown.

His mother passed away when he was in his early thirties. Since he had no relatives in his hometown, he usually went back to visit the grave during the Qingming Festival. His relatives lived in the old house, and he rarely visited it again, but he also knew the layout of the room. It’s already different than it was more than ten years ago.

"I haven't dreamed about my mother in years. I suddenly dreamed that she was opening and closing the cabinet in the house. I didn't think anything was wrong at that time, so I just chatted with her casually..."

"Maybe I drank too much on New Year's Eve and my head hurt when I woke up. I can't remember what I talked to her about."

"You know during the Chinese New Year, we do business in a lot of wine shops. In the next few days, I had this dream one after another. When I woke up, I still couldn't remember anything. My wife said it might be my mother who reminded me of the cabinet she liked. , to burn it for her, I even made a special trip back to my hometown, moved the cabinet to the grave and burned it..."

A Biao asked: "It's useless, right?"

"Definitely," the middle-aged man said with a crying face, "I had this dream again later, and my mother was still opening and closing the cabinet. I suspected that my mother didn't ask me to burn the cabinet, but you said, she was the only one People who have gone away keep coming to my dreams... I don’t dare to sleep these days, you know?”

Lin Jingyu raised his eyebrows.

A Biao was surprised: "Are you still afraid of your mother?"

"Then..." the middle-aged man looked around, "Who can guarantee that it is my mother, right? I have never been exposed to this kind of thing before, and my mother loves me, how could she torture me like this? Look. Looking at my face, they won’t let me drink when I go out, saying that I will easily drink to death!”

"Are you just suspicious?"

Seeing the middle-aged man nodding, Lin Jingyu took a sip of water: "So why did you come here in such a panic just now? Did you find out that your mother is not your mother?"

"No, a friend told me that dreams of relatives who died suddenly are basically caused by problems with ancestral graves, which can cause loss of money at worst, or death at worst. So I'm... panicked."

Lin Jingyu: "What is your friend's name?"

"You may not know him, but his surname is Wang and his name is Wang Xingxiang."

A Biao and Lin Jingyu looked at each other silently.

Come on, mixed sand and stone slabs are for this purpose.

Lin Jingyu squinted his eyes and looked at the middle-aged man carefully, pointed his fingers, and thought for a few times: "I remember you came. During the Mid-Autumn Festival the year before last, Wang Xingxiang invited people to dinner at the Lakeside Hotel. I went over to say hello, and you were there. Bar……"

"I wonder why it looks so familiar."

"When you were drunk and left later, Brother Biao and I sent you home. Your home is..."

A Biao added: "Sanchakou."

Lin Jingyu snapped his fingers.

The middle-aged man really didn't expect that Lin Jingyu and the others knew him. He was stunned for a long time before exclaiming: "Are you Lin, Boss Lin?"

He looked at the stalls on the left and right in astonishment.

"No, you are... bankrupt?" Otherwise, can you set up a street stall here?

A Biao was dissatisfied: "Hey, hey, can you speak? Even if Cuicheng is destroyed, Ayu can't go bankrupt."

He still wanted to complain, but Su Chen raised his hand.

A Biao: "Ahem, brother, hurry up and get rid of him. I don't like him."

Lin Jingyu waved his hand: "Brother Biao, don't be angry. It's unintentional."

Su Chen glanced at the two of them again, and they finally shut up.

He looked at the middle-aged man and said, "It's not a big problem for you."

At least the two images his eyes saw on the man had nothing to do with this matter. After all, the men in the images were all rickets.

As for his appearance... to outsiders, although his face is dull and his eyes are black, he doesn't look very good, but from the perspective of our Xuan Master, although the man is a little gray, he is pretty good whether in Yintang or in other palaces. It's bright, no big problem.

The middle-aged man was slightly relieved when he heard this.

"Master, what exactly is my problem?"

Su Chen: "Bazi!"

"Oh, yes, yes."

Only then did the middle-aged man remember that he had hurried home to get it.

Because he thought there might be something wrong with the ancestral tomb, he brought a whole small book, almost bringing the family tree.

He took out the small book from the inner pocket on his chest and handed it to Su Chen. The middle-aged man was about to help him find his horoscope, but Su Chen glanced at it and started to calculate.

Man: "???"

As expected of a recognized master, he knew who it was without saying anything.

Thinking about it, he quietly reached into his pocket, took out his wallet, hesitated, and quietly pulled Lin Jingyu's clothes.

Lin Jingyu: "What?"

"Boss Lin, do you have a red envelope?"

It's quite good.

Lin Jingyu went to A Biao's hardware store and got him one.

Seeing him put in two hundred and twenty, he nodded subconsciously.

Here, Su Chen finished calculating, his face was very complicated.

Seeing him stop calculating, the man who had wrapped the red envelope asked hurriedly: "How is it? Master, what went wrong?"

Su Chen coughed lightly: "You have the habit of hiding private money, right?"

"...Ah?" The middle-aged man was stunned, "What's wrong?"

"When you hid your private money, you didn't avoid your two-year-old grandson, right?"

The man frowned: "No, Master, what does this have to do with my mother's dream?"

Su Chen held his forehead: "When you worshiped your ancestors on New Year's Eve, the paper money you burned was not gold and silver paper, right?"

"Master, you have calculated this?" The man was stunned.

"You burned newly printed simulated paper money that was almost the same as real money, and told your grandson that although the ancestors are gone, the younger generation must remember them and burn paper money whenever they have time, so that they can live a better life in the underworld."

The man was still confused: "Master... Is there something wrong with what he said?"

Lin Jingyu understood and wanted to laugh, but soon covered his mouth.

A Biao looked at him in confusion, frowning, not understanding the trick.

Su Chen: "..."

"Your good grandson is very filial. He has been burning your private money every day recently."

"He has almost burned all the money you hid under the bed. There is only more than a thousand left."

The middle-aged man stood up in surprise: "What?!!!"

"Your mother dreams every night because when she came up to pick up the money on New Year's Eve, she saw her great-grandson burning real money for her..."

Man: "..."