You said you would tell fortunes, so you can catch ghosts and exterminate zombies easily?

Chapter 242 Don’t pretend, you are sick

It's impossible not to reply.

Su Chen briefly explained to Xie Qianglong and finally suggested: "Given your grandfather's situation, it's not a big problem for him to come out regularly. You can arrange a time and come to my place to get the talisman. Then you can see him directly. But... the talisman has a negative effect. Wearing it will bring you bad luck for at least a week."

Xie Qianglong was stunned for a second: "So what? I'm not afraid!"

"Why are you looking at me like that? Seriously, could I be afraid of this?"

Su Chen raised his eyebrows and nodded.

You used to swear that there are no ghosts in this world, but what happened?

He did not expose Xie Qianglong, but instead briefly told him some things to pay attention to when offering sacrifices, said goodbye to Lin Jingchun and went home.

Liu Chunhua and Old Man Su were still awake. They were secretly wrapping red envelopes. When they saw him come back, Liu Chunhua hurriedly poured him a bowl of hot water.

"Ah Chen, where did you go just now? Did you go to see if Ah Hua had put it away?"

Su Chen smiled and said, "Got it. The house is very big, but she doesn't live alone..."

After briefly explaining the situation, Liu Chunhua sighed, "Ah Hua's temper hasn't changed. Before you split up, she secretly helped your eldest brother and the others behind my back, thinking I didn't know..."

Several people sighed again, and Su Chen touched the red envelope: "Give more this year."

"Yes, 52 per person." Liu Chunhua said with a bitter face, "You wouldn't know until you count. Your dad and I calculated that we need to buy 29 this year, and more than a thousand yuan will be gone!"

"Oh, money is really hard to spend."

"In the past, I wouldn't have dared to give each child 10 yuan."

Su Chen pursed his lips and smiled.

He took out a wad of money and handed it to her: "Mom, you should be generous with your New Year's money. Here's more, don't be stingy with the money."

"No, no, have you forgotten that the money Wei paid back is still here? Mom has money here."

Liu Chunhua pushed the money back.

"Mom, you take it. Our Niuwei Village is not that big. We don't have to worry about people stealing it..."

As we pushed and shoved, the door was knocked.

Old man Su frowned: "It's so late...who is it?" he asked in a hoarse voice.

"it's me."

Su Chen recognized it as Uncle Tan from next door.

Old Man Su quickly opened the door and asked someone to come in suspiciously: "Old Tan, what's going on?"

Old Tan had a bitter face and sighed three times as soon as he came in, which made Liu Chunhua frown.

"Okay, okay, okay, Old Tan, stop pretending. Everyone knows your Ah Xiong is a great man, and I'm going to take you to the city to enjoy life. Why do you come here to show off in the middle of the night?"

Lao Tan sighed twice again: "Really not, I...ah~"

He sighed twice more and looked at Su Chen: "Ah Chen, is there any way to make me seriously ill?"

When these words were spoken, Su Chen and the others were shocked.

"Old Tan, it's Chinese New Year, and you're still sick? Isn't that bad luck?"

Lao Tan was helpless: "I don't want to either, but if I hadn't gotten sick, would I really have to go south with them?"

Old Man Su was surprised: "You don't want to go?"

"I don't want to go there for a hell of a while. It's not like I haven't been to the city before. The houses there are as big as pigeon coops, and you can hardly understand what they say. Am I going there to enjoy myself? I'm going there to suffer!"

Old Tan opened up and started complaining, "No matter how much I explained to Axiong and the others, they wouldn't listen. They just thought I was making up excuses out of fear of causing trouble for them. Look at my voice... I'm almost breaking it, but it's no use!"

Su Chen couldn't help laughing.

Old Man Su also tried to hold back his laughter.

Liu Chunhua was not polite and grinned directly: "I was wondering why you don't look too happy these two days when your Ah Xiong came back, haha..."

After a pause, Liu Chunhua asked curiously, "But Lao Tan, don't you want to take care of your grandchildren?"

"I do, but I want to live a free life. I finally raised my son and got him married. I can enjoy a few years of peace and quiet. What do you want? Do you want me to raise my grandchildren with all my hard work?"

Old Man Su frowned: "Shouldn't it be?"

"That's right, these are my grandchildren!" Liu Chunhua disagreed. "Anyway, whenever I see my children, I want to give them my whole heart."

She looked at Lao Tan and said in a condemning tone: "Lao Tan, your idea... is very selfish!"

Old Man Su nodded: "That's right, how can you just take care of yourself? It's not easy for Ah Xiong to run a business either. If you go with them to look after the children, it will make them feel at ease, how great is that?"

He looked at Su Chen: "Achen, you can't help me with this."

Lao Tan was furious: "If you don't help me, I'll pretend to be sick!"

Su Chen tried to hold back his laughter for a long time, but he still couldn't help it.

But soon, he restrained his smile and looked carefully at Lao Tan's face, his expression gradually becoming solemn.

When Old Man Su and Liu Chunhua saw this, their hearts skipped a beat.

Lao Tan also noticed something was wrong and started to feel uncomfortable. "Ah, Ah Chen, don't look at me like that. I feel... so scared."

"Uncle Tan, stop pretending. You're already ill."

"...Ah?!" Old Man Su exclaimed and asked hurriedly, "Ah Chen, is it serious?"

"Yes, Ah Chen, you have to treat your Uncle Qin quickly..." She swallowed dryly and asked cautiously, "Can... he be cured?"

Old Tan's face suddenly turned pale. He pulled the corners of his mouth and managed to force a smile: "Ah Chen, don't tell me you have a stomachache or something? This, this is an old problem! It's nothing serious."

"Uncle Tan, do you drink all day and have irregular eating and sleeping habits?"

Lao Tan rolled his eyes for a while and waved his hands repeatedly: "No, that's not the case!"

Su Chen didn't say anything, just stared at him.

The more Lao Tan was looked at like this, the more uncomfortable he felt.

"Okay, I, I'll just drink a little wine, really!"

Su Chen raised his eyebrows noncommittally: "Uncle Tan, please give me your horoscope and I will calculate it for you."

"Oh, it's just a stomach problem, an old problem, no need to count it."

Seeing him shirking his responsibility, Old Man Su stood up unhappily and said, "I'll go find Ah Xiong."

Lao Tan immediately stopped him and said, "Why are you looking for A Xiong? He's already asleep."

Su Chen grabbed Lao Tan's wrist and began to take his pulse.

"Dad, go call someone, Uncle Tan is a little sick."

"Hey, I'll go right away."

Ah Xiong originally opened the door with an impatient yawn, but when he heard that his father was seriously ill, he ran over anxiously.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?"

At first glance, he saw Su Chen giving acupuncture. He was stunned for a moment: "Yan, is it serious?"

"No, Ah Chen, when did you learn to give acupuncture? Can you do it?"

Liu Chunhua said disdainfully, "If our Ah Chen can't do it, who can? You? You didn't even notice your own father was so seriously ill, and you're still acting like a son?"

"Don't blame Ah Xiong. I secretly take painkillers whenever my stomach hurts." Old Tan couldn't help but explain for his son.

Su Chen gave the last stitch and looked at Axiong.

"Brother Xiong, I just took Uncle Qin's pulse and found out he has pancreatitis. This could be a serious matter or a minor one. If it turns into cancer, even I wouldn't be able to save him."

Ah Xiong trembled: "Then, then I..."

"During the Chinese New Year, Uncle Tan should eat a light diet, three meals a day at regular times, go to bed early, and avoid drinking alcohol. Brother Xiong, you have to keep an eye on him..."

Ah Xiong nodded repeatedly.

"By the way, give me Uncle Tan's horoscope so I can calculate it."

"Eight characters, I, I don't know either."

Old Man Su was annoyed: "Then you must know your father's birthday, right?"

Ah Xiong laughed dryly and scratched his head.

Liu Chunhua rolled her eyes: "How can you be a son?"

Old Tan was afraid that they would talk about Ah Xiong again, so he quickly told them his date of birth.