Just a quick calculation, you are a fugitive!

Instantly, Old Song and the others felt their scalps go numb.

The woman still had a faint smile on her lips under the gaze of everyone.

This time Old Song saw clearly that she was wearing a moon-white cheongsam, barefoot, and her black hair almost reached the ground. Her face, which looked very ordinary before, now looked even more gorgeous than Shishi.

Especially her eyebrows and eyes when she raised her eyes...

Old Song subconsciously covered his chest, trying to suppress his throbbing heart.

She looked very much like the young lady of the landlord family he saw when he went to borrow money with his father when he was young.

At that time, the cold wind was howling, and her smile made the dead branches and jackdaws change color.

In the smile, Old Song slowly put down his hand, his eyes were blurred.

The middle-aged and elderly people in the teahouse fell earlier than Old Song, and they all smiled with smiles in their eyes.

Xiao Liu'er had already closed her eyes, murmuring: "Dad, Mom, Sister, Grandpa~"

Su Chen slightly turned sideways.

His eyes fell on the woman.

After taking a quick glance, he continued to draw the talisman.

In the teahouse, the woman withdrew her gaze, opened the plastic bag, took out another plum, and put it into her mouth.

"The kid from the Chang family said you were here, so, is this your way of entertaining guests?"

Su Chen paused with the pen in his hand, and stood up and entered the teahouse.

He carefully examined the woman: "I thought you were just bored and playing around."

"The story just now was not very good."

The woman nodded: "This old guy's storytelling skills are too poor, and the story is not strange. But this plum tastes good."

"Not many people tell stories these days." Su Chen used his strength to drag a chair from outside, sat down next to the woman, poured a cup of boiling tea for the woman, and took a sip of the cup himself, "But there are many people who write stories, and some stories are quite novel."

"Oh?" The woman raised her eyebrows, her eyes sparkling, "Is there? Why haven't I seen it?"

"If you like, I can ask my friends to help collect it."

The woman stared at Su Chen with her narrow eyes, and it took a long time before she raised the corners of her mouth again: "He is an interesting boy, much better than the one named Chang."

Su Chen also smiled: "This is the second time I have seen a real book spirit."

"You have a strong blue aura."

What is even more valuable is that the aura is peaceful and does not produce evil spirits.

The woman spit out the plum pit, drank the tea, smacked her lips, and her moon-white cheongsam changed in an instant, turning into a plum blossom cotton jacket, with embroidered shoes on her feet, and her waterfall-like hair was also tied up.

Seeing this, Su Chen stood up and took the melon seeds from the snack rack and handed them to her.

The woman's eyes were full of appreciation: "Good."

Su Chen didn't say a word, just watched her quietly finish a handful of melon seeds and added another pot of tea.

The woman clapped her hands, and the plum blossom cotton jacket turned into a light green gauze skirt, with cloth shoes of the same color on her feet, and the bun on her head was untied and tied up again, with a lotus hairpin pinned on.

When she looked at Su Chen, her facial features also changed, and soon Xi Meng's face appeared in front of Su Chen.

She pointed at her face: "Is this your favorite woman?"

"No," Su Chen was helpless, "but I will be worried about her condition in the near future."

The woman was stunned, and her face changed again, returning to the ordinary and plain before.

She took two more sips of tea and looked at Su Chen suspiciously: "Don't you have a woman you love?"

"I shouldn't!"

"That guy named Chang looks so cold and heartless, but he also has one in his heart."

"You..."

Su Chen refilled the water and boiled it: "I'm afraid the time has not come yet, maybe there will be one in the future."

The woman was relieved.

She crossed her legs again: "I did often go to dance halls decades ago. The love, hatred and vengeance of the decadent life must have reached the extreme at that time."

"I have seen the one who got into trouble. At that time, she was supported by a young master. She was very arrogant and only had a few guests. According to what you said, the man's surname was Zhong, that is, Zhong Yanchang, a young master who studied abroad. His favorite thing was to write songs for dancers, so I paid more attention to him."

"The aura on him was not familiar to me. When I met him, his Taoist power was not obvious. He might not be a heavenly master. At that time, I just suspected that he was carrying a magic weapon that had been blessed."

The woman's slender fingers tapped on the table: "He had a good relationship with the young masters of the old magic city, and he often went in and out of the concession, but he disappeared in the concession two years later."

Su Chen frowned.

Seeing his solemn expression, the woman laughed: "Those years were very chaotic. If someone is missing, he might be dead. Why worry about it?"

"Even if that person is the one you met, he has been killed by you. Why are you still so sad?"

Su Chen looked at her helplessly.

"Sometimes I really wish I could be a book spirit."

The woman was happy.

"Book spirits have their own troubles."

Su Chen: "For example..."

"There are too few good stories, too boring."

She looked at Su Chen carefully and sighed: "According to your current ability, you should either learn from those selfish old men, find a place in the mountains to practice and ignore worldly affairs, or be like me, travel around the world to eat and drink, wouldn't it be fun? Why do you have to be like that kid named Chang?"

"The responsibilities in this world are as heavy as Mount Tai."

"They can't bear it, let alone you guys."

Seeing that Su Chen didn't say anything, the woman ate plums again, and her clothes changed again.

She clapped her hands lightly, and the old Song and others who were "possessed" came back to their senses.

When he found Su Chen here, Old Song subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, but then he was stunned again.

Ge Ping'an gave him a tug: "Wasn't Daoist Su here just now?"

Old Song glared at him: "Nonsense!"

"So what kind of monster is this?" Ge Ping'an was afraid, "Are we being tricked again? Did Chief Su save us?"

Lao Song: "...I also want to ask."

He looked blankly at Su Chen, who was originally deep in thought, but now he had picked up the tea cup and took another sip.

Seeing this, the woman teased: "Have you thought about it?"

Su Chen's eyes deepened and he shook his head.

"You... are just as unsophisticated as Chang."

"The ending is destined, why struggle to the death? It's better to enjoy yourself in time and live this life in vain."

Su Chen took a deep breath: "What... did you foresee?"

"Or are they speculating on the future?"

Doomed?

Su Chen was a little unbelievable.

How could this world with gods come to perish?

The woman raised her eyebrows: "You want to know?"

Su Chen nodded.

"Ask the boy named Chang."

She thought for a moment: "Does the boy named Chang before know it, or the current one? Oh, I don't know. I can't recognize him clearly. You can check it out yourself."

As she spoke, she picked up the remaining candied fruits on the table, and in a flash, she was already outside the window.

Su Chen rushed out of the teahouse and saw her figure flicker again and disappear without a trace.

The blue aura spread out, quickly condensed, and became invisible.

The energy shot by Su Chen was in vain.

Lao Song and others were startled by Su Chen's actions. They all walked out of the teahouse and carefully observed his expression.

Someone asked in a low voice: "Dao Zhang Su, are you... okay?"

Su Chen didn't reply and started counting with his fingers.

His face gradually turned red.

His forehead was covered with sweat.

This calculation is from the time when the sun rises to the time when the sun sets in the west.

Suddenly, Su Chen spit out a mouthful of blood.