Chapter 776: Stop Calling Me Dad, I Don’t Have a Son as Old as You!

People who are optimistic and cheerful are not stupid, but they are always unwilling to think deeply when encountering things.

The young man thought carefully and looked at Su Chen: "Brother Su, can I make a covenant for others?"

"As long as they know my birthday, others can also make it for me?"

Su Chen nodded: "But it's a bit difficult."

The young man's back bent down.

"I'm so stupid!"

He cried: "I really thought he was going to introduce me to a beautiful girl..."

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"Ahem," Su Chen cleared his throat, "The one on your back is actually pretty."

The young man was about to cry: "Brother Su, don't joke with me at this time."

Su Chen smiled: "I said before that the covenant must be voluntary on both sides, and it is not legal to make a covenant for others."

The young man blinked, moved over, and hugged Su Chen's calf.

"Brother Su, you are my real brother, no, you are my real father!"

Su Chen's forehead was full of black lines.

He easily pulled the young man's hand away.

"Be serious."

"Dad Su, what does it mean by non-compliant? Is there any hope for me?"

"Let me take a look at your contract marks first."

Contract marks?

Another word that he didn't understand at all.

Little Liu'er didn't ask, her eyes fell on Su Chen's slender fingers.

After a few hand gestures, the young man felt something being pulled out of his body.

It wasn't uncomfortable, but it was a bit stuffy.

Su Chen squinted at the contract mark, which was a special pattern composed of gray yin energy.

He compared it carefully bit by bit, and finally nodded.

It was slightly different from what was recorded in the Tianshi Mansion's classics, but the principle should be the same.

In fact, if the Xuanshi made a contract with an ordinary person, a contract mark would also be generated between the souls of the two. If the contract was followed, the contract mark would be complete, and if the contract was completed, the contract mark would disappear. Once it was violated, the contract mark would be damaged, and there would be a punishment from heaven.

The young man carefully observed Su Chen's expression, and when he saw him nod, he asked in a low voice: "Dad Su, can this contract be solved?"

Su Chen didn't answer.

The young man made a compromise: "Well, if it's difficult, it's okay to not understand it. Can the unlucky ghost be turned into other ghosts? Is there a lucky ghost?"

Little Liu'er: "..."

"Brother, you are really imaginative!"

The young man rubbed his hands: "This is not imaginative, little sister, you don't understand, everything is possible!"

The next moment, he met Su Chen's extremely calm eyes.

"Ahem, ahem, Su Dad, I was just joking with this little sister."

Su Chen helplessly: "Don't call me dad, I don't have a son as old as you!"

"Also, there are lucky ghosts, but they can't be transformed from unlucky ghosts."

The young man's eyes darkened and brightened, brightened and darkened again.

Little Liu'er asked in surprise: "Master Su, if you make a pact with a lucky ghost, can you get a windfall without any effort?"

She was hit on the forehead by the returning Old Song.

"You are so young, what are you dreaming about?"

Xiao Liu'er held her head in grievance: "Grandpa, why are you walking without making any sound?"

"I am as light as a swallow, how can I not do that?"

Old Song smiled and nodded at Su Chen: "Master Su, yesterday evening..."

"I told Master Su, and called to inform them that they were coming, but only Uncle Hao has arrived now."

Old Song understood, and asked again: "Where is he? Did he leave after the matter was settled?"

"No, he went to buy bandages and medicine for this brother."

"Grandpa, is Aunt Ge okay?"

"What can happen? Husbands and wives always quarrel at the head of the bed and make up at the foot of the bed."

Xiao Liu'er looked carefully at Old Song's face.

This doesn't look like nothing happened.

She didn't ask any more questions, and stood obediently at the door of the store, leaning against the door frame.

"Why are you standing here? Aren't you tired?" Old Song said, trying to pull her over to sit down by the stall.

Xiao Liu'er hurriedly pulled her arm back.

"Grandpa, don't go over there!"

"My brother has a bad luck ghost on him, which will make us lose money."

Old Song immediately turned around and went into the store, searching under the counter.

Little Liu'er was curious: "Grandpa, what are you looking for?"

"Grandpa peel!"

"Why are you looking for that?"

"Soak it in water and sprinkle it with water to get rid of bad luck."

Little Liu'er glanced at Su Chen and saw that he had already taken out yellow paper and started writing: "Grandpa, I'll help you find it!"

The man came back with a plastic bag.

Seeing the young man sitting next to Su Chen, he walked closer and handed him the bag: "Do you need help picking out the glass fragments?"

The young man shook his head.

"No, big brother, I'll do it myself."

"By the way, you should stay away from me... uh, I'll stay away from you."

As he said this, he carried the bag and moved to the other side bit by bit with difficulty. He didn't dare to lean against the wall of the teahouse, but leaned against the pillar to disinfect his palms.

Hearing the endless hissing sound, the man shrank his neck.

Seeing the young man picking the glass shards with his fingernails, he felt his teeth ache and couldn't bear to watch.

"Master Su, I heard that you are also very good at medicine, can't you just help him?"

Su Chen looked up and glanced at him.

"If you meet a beggar on the road, should you give him money?"

The man: "Shouldn't you?"

"Do you want to give the beggar a hundred yuan directly?"

The man hesitated: "Well... you don't have to give so much, right?"

Although he has a car and a savings of more than 200,000 yuan, he doesn't give a beggar a hundred yuan.

"You have so much money, why can't you give a hundred yuan?"

Man: "..."

Nonsense.

How many things can you buy with one hundred yuan.

This is a lot of money, how can you just give it to a beggar casually.

Even if he is the richest man, he can't give it like this!

Su Chen raised his head and glanced at him again.

The man was frightened by that look.

Am I wrong?

He thought carefully and shook his head slowly.

Taoist Su is so powerful, it's just a piece of cake to treat a hand injury.

It's incomparable to giving a hundred yuan to a beggar, right?

The young man finally picked out all the glass fragments, and the red medicine poured down again, and there was another hissing sound.

After struggling to wrap the bandage, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Dad Su... cough cough, Brother Su..."

As soon as he raised his head, a black shadow came towards him.

The young man screamed and felt a burning pain on his cheeks.

He looked at the black cat that was arched and meowing at him not far away with tears in his eyes.

"Brother Su, help, help!"

"If you don't save me, I'll be disfigured!"

Su Chen didn't reply. He quietly finished writing the remaining words, put down the pen, and then turned around and clapped his hands at the black cat.

"Come here!"

The black cat meowed twice, scratched the young man twice in the air, and then ran to Su Chen, jumped onto the table, and sat down obediently.

Su Chen touched its back, and the black cat squinted in enjoyment.

The man was about to say something when he saw Su Chen pick up the yellow paper, waved his hand, and the yellow paper burned.

I don't know if it was his illusion, it seemed that a golden thread flashed by.

Su Chen looked at the merits he gave away and sighed.

I don't know if it was a losing business!

He turned his head and looked at the people hurrying over at the end of the street. He stood up, picked up the black cat, and said to the man, "Let's go!"

On the dim path, the girl ran while crying, "Help, help, help... Bang!"

She accidentally fell to the ground, hit her head on a stone, and fainted.