So Real It Hurts~!

{Sigh~ thinking too much just makes me cry…..}

{Who told me to end up with these two…? I’ll just make do…}

A few seconds later….

{Ah~! As expected of city porridge and buns! This softness, this smooth texture—why can’t my useless mouth stop eating?!}

Sob sob sob~~~

He chewed while silently lamenting.

His strange eating style made the other two glance over.

Until Bai Ze, who understood everything, spoke:

“Big brother, sorry… I accidentally ate too much just now and forgot to leave you anything…”

“I’ll spit it out right now!……”

Bai Ze immediately crouched down, about to vomit.

Seeing this, Li Miaosheng hurriedly grabbed him—even before finishing the food in his mouth:

“Alright, alright! I’m not blaming you! Everyone’s gotta eat! Big appetite is understandable… it’s just that we might be entering a phase of eating dirt for a while…”

As he spoke—

He touched his empty pocket…

And took out the remaining thirty yuan:

“This is all the money we have left. If we don’t get more of these, we won’t even survive day to day…”

He stared at the two thin notes on the stone table—

Resting his chin on his hand.

“What if…”

“Big brother, how about we get some from humans?”

Bai Ze grinned mischievously.

Anyone could tell he was up to no good…

“Wait… you don’t mean—”

Li Miaosheng looked shocked.

“That’s right… exactly what you’re thinking… hehe~~”

“We can’t do that! The police will catch us! We should—”

“Is there anything faster than that? My dear big brother~”

“Listen to me…”

The little boy placed a hand on his shoulder and whispered:

“I’m Bai Ze—a divine beast! I know the past and the future~ I can predict exactly when the police will come!”

“For the sake of food… big brother, let’s do it!”

“But…”

Seeing him hesitate—

Bai Ze dragged him aside and whispered a few more persuasive words…

Meanwhile, Li Miaosheng kept protesting:

“Xiao Ze, no, Xiao Ze that’s not okay~~!”

Leaving Su Jiuli sitting on the bench—

Completely confused.

…………………..

Just five minutes later—

Li Miaosheng had an epiphany.

He hooked a finger under Bai Ze’s nose:

“You… always come up with something new~”

“Fine! I’m in! Luckily I still have plenty of props in my bundle—this will work perfectly! Easy money!”

A sly smile appeared on his face.

After their discussion—

The two reached an agreement…

Meanwhile—

Someone else at the scene was left puzzled.

Whether it was Bai Ze interfering or some spell malfunction—

Su Jiuli didn’t hear a single word.

So she could only sit there, sipping soy milk and watching them…

By now—

Li Miaosheng had already started rummaging through his bag—

Occasionally glancing back at Bai Ze:

“Oh right! Xiao Ze~ want the peachwood sword? Just in case something jumps out later—at least I’ll have something to defend myself!”

“Oh? Yes, of course! Without that, how can we look professional!”

“A Taoist has to look like a Taoist…”

Seeing his big brother like this—

Bai Ze got excited.

And accidentally bit his tongue.

“Ah?! Xiao Ze, are you okay? Open your mouth—let me see!”

“You’re bleeding… big brother feels bad…”

Li Miaosheng pinched Bai Ze’s cheeks playfully.

Meanwhile—

Su Jiuli grew increasingly confused:

“What’s going on? How did their relationship suddenly get so good…?”

……………………….

Once they decided—

They got straight to work.

In the morning—

They wandered through alleys and found two discarded stools.

In the afternoon—

They searched near the river and even found a broken desk.

Time flew by—

Before they knew it, night had arrived.

And their plan had taken shape.

{That’s right—fortune-telling stall! A mysterious and profound profession! Low cost, low effort…}

{Absolute profit! As long as you can talk—ah, no!}

{How can a Taoist’s work be called trickery? Besides, I’ve got Bai Ze and Miss Fox Immortal with me!}

{With a simple calculation—living expenses will come easily!~}

Sitting behind the stall—

He couldn’t hide the smile on his face.

But to a nearby uncle smoking in the corner—

This young man clearly looked a bit… off.

After all—

What kind of Taoist looks this young?

If you’re telling fortunes—

You need to at least look convincing.

Otherwise, who would bother with this nonsense…?

And sure enough—

Things went exactly as expected.

Even though he set up his stall in a busy area—

Not a single customer came.

At most—

People glanced at him and walked away…

Except for a few old men asking how much the peachwood sword cost—

All of whom were refused.

………

The stall sat there the entire night.

Before he knew it—

It was 11 PM.

The temperature dropped.

Half-asleep—

Li Miaosheng lay on the red cloth-covered table.

He couldn’t understand it.

Why didn’t even one customer come?

His setup was top-tier!

Ghost-hunting, demon-slaying, omniscience—

He could do it all!

Everything was even written clearly on the cloth!

So why…?

Why wouldn’t anyone even try??

As he pondered—

The area grew empty.

Only he remained.

Bai Ze and Su Jiuli had long since returned to the pavilion—

Sleeping soundly in their original forms.

“Sigh~ Grandmaster was right… expectations are full, reality is thin…”

Soon—

His stomach growled.

“Crap… I’m starving…”

He muttered bitterly.

Now he had no money at all—

Couldn’t even afford food.

He had thought—

No matter how bad business was—

At least someone would try.

But reality had slapped him hard.

Completely waking him up.

He smacked the table—

Tears of a defeated man streaming down his face.

But then—

A man in a tracksuit, with a cigarette in his mouth, walked over.

He placed a steaming bowl of plain noodles in front of him:

“Hey kid… been sitting here all night. Have some late-night food.”

Li Miaosheng lifted his head—

And saw the hot bowl of noodles before him.

He rubbed his eyes.

Pinched his cheek.

Not a dream.

Looking up—

A slightly worn-looking uncle stood before his stall—

Watching him quietly………