The aliens who were picked up by Superman at the beginning

"After closing my master's shop, I usually set up a stall by myself in a certain place."

Zhou Zhanxie emptied his deceased, perverted master's shop of all its inventory, then led Li Zhen out and pulled the roller shutter door shut again.

The repeated opening and closing of the doors finally attracted the attention of a nearby shop. A bald, middle-aged man holding a teacup came out, his eyes full of vigilance.

Only after seeing Zhou Zhanxie's face clearly did she show a slight relaxation as she reminisced.

"Xiao Zhou? You've come to Uncle Cai's shop to pick something up?"

"Yes, Uncle Ruan."

After exchanging a few brief words, Uncle Ruan picked up his ceramic teacup and locked it back inside the shop.

Li Zhen turned her head and looked him over.

Ruan's Grocery Retail.

"You were quite popular when you lived in Hong Kong."

"We're all just trying to make a living, what's wrong with that? We just say hello sometimes, and if anyone needs help during holidays, we'll call on them. Occasionally, we'll even let them stay for a meal—that's how everyone gets by, isn't it?"

"...It's not bad." After the two had walked away, the rubber curtain of Nguyen's Grocery Store was lifted again.

A British man with messy, unkempt hair, a pale face, a gloomy expression, and a full beard walked out, smoking a cigarette.

Constantine glanced in the direction the two had left, then looked back at the dusty metal roller shutter of the funeral home next door, and scratched the stubble on his chin.

"You're lucky."

Constantine gave a meaningful smile.

He did indeed chase after the rude online shop owner to Hong Kong, but he hasn't immediately started looking for revenge.

After some minor witchcraft and divination, Constantine only knew that the shopkeeper who had insulted him was in Hong Kong and was a magician of an Eastern school.

Those were all magicians, so Constantine naturally wouldn't take them lightly. Instead, he first visited his old friend who owned a shop in Hong Kong.

That is, the owner of the Ruan family's general store behind him.

Yes, Constantine does have friends.

People will always interact with others in the world, and the boss of the Ruan family, as a Muggle who has lived in Hong Kong for many years, would naturally not be tricked by Constantine under normal circumstances.

Although the owner of the Ruan family was a Muggle, he had actually dealt with various local Hong Kong individuals who possessed strange powers. He had originally planned to use the time spent having tea to inquire about the methods commonly used by the local sorcerers.

Unexpectedly, the very person he sought revenge against happened to pass by the Nguyen family.

Although the paper money I bought from the online store was useless, it was just right to be used as a spell to track down the main target.

Constantine touched the paper money in his pocket, which was trembling incessantly due to the retrospective magic, and his eyes gradually turned sinister.

"She swears so filthyly, yet she's actually quite young and has a boyfriend by her side—making revenge all the more satisfying and convenient."

In just a short time, Constantine devised more than ten ways to make the young couple wish they were dead.

Just as Constantine was about to habitually calculate whether there would be any unexpected events in his upcoming revenge, someone suddenly grabbed his shoulder.

The bald boss, Mr. Ruan, looked suspiciously in the direction Zhou Zhanxie and Li Zhen had just left, then looked at Constantine with a serious expression.

"Hey, the mage you were talking about isn't referring to Xiao Zhou, is it?"

He had only met Constantine twice at a bar, and was a casual acquaintance. Xiao Zhou, on the other hand, was the apprentice of Cai Bo, his neighbor with whom he had lived for half his life.

In other words, there's no problem that Zhou Zhanxie was raised by Boss Ruan for a period of his life.

It's easy to discern which relationship is more important. "What? Of course not!"

Constantine was also prone to lying.

"How could I possibly get into a conflict with such a little brat? Didn't you say you weren't very familiar with some of the specific techniques used by the mages here?"

"I was thinking of asking around among people in the industry to find out more."

Boss Ruan turned Constantine's body around and stared intently into his eyes. Seeing Constantine's calm expression, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's good. Before Uncle Cai passed away, he told me to help his apprentice out when I had nothing to do. Little Zhou is promising and has secured a government job. He doesn't need my help, but I can't let him get hurt because of my unintentional actions."

"Promising? That would be even better."

Constantine's eyes lit up.

"The more powerful the mage, the more I like them. I always learn a lot from communicating with them. Believe me, I will become very good friends with 'Xiao Zhou'."

……

Li Zhen followed Zhou Zhanxie to a cemetery.

To be precise, this is the outside of a cemetery, but for some reason, this supposedly proper cemetery has been neglected for years, resulting in several eerie graves scattered around its perimeter. "Um...you're setting up a stall here?"

Li Zhen felt completely unwell.

He wasn't afraid because of some memories from his past life, mainly because this place was too remote. Not only could he see wild graves, but he could also see wild excrement and stray dogs.

This environment is really unpleasant.

As a result, Zhou Zhanxie completely failed to grasp the meaning behind Li Zhen's question.

Instead, he patted his chest with a confident expression.

"I'm quite famous around here, okay? There was a zombie outbreak in this cemetery that lasted for eight months, and I was the one who suppressed it. After that, I often set up a stall here, and many people who come to pay respects to their deceased relatives will buy a few of my talismans to take home."

Li Zhen wanted to say something more, but Zhou Zhanxie pressed her back down.

"Just watch, business will be coming in soon."

Zhou Zhanxie took out a neatly folded piece of yellow paper from his satchel and tossed it aside.

The yellow paper grew taller in the wind, and with a clang, it transformed into a mahogany square table similar to those used for fortune telling on the street, standing firmly and steadily on the ground.

Following Zhou Zhanxie's example, he threw out several smaller origami pieces. Before long, a set of chairs, a half-immortal flag, and a jumble of miscellaneous professional tools adorned the makeshift shop, making it look quite presentable.

They even specially arranged a bamboo rattan recliner for Li Zhen, indicating that Li Zhen could lie down and watch while she set up her stall.

Li Zhen exclaimed "Wow!", truly stunned by Zhou Zhanxie's unexpected move.

Putting everything else aside, its visual appeal is truly unparalleled.

It combines Taoist magic from folk legends with the magical arts of immortals from the 86 TV series Journey to the West.

Zhou Zhanxie ignored Li Zhen, sat down in the teacher's chair with an air of nonchalance, wiggled his buttocks from side to side, and made clicking noises.

"Hiss, something's still missing?"

"Oh! I haven't done business for months, I've gotten rusty."

With two more snaps, he put the origami-transformed round sunglasses on his nose, waved the folding fan in his hand, leaned back, and put his feet on the wooden table again.

Zhou Zhanxie grinned at Li Zhen, gently pushing the frame of his sunglasses with his middle finger.

"How about it, am I handsome?"

Li Zhen silently turned her head and moved the bamboo recliner aside. "If I could forget the scene last night where you were hugging the toilet and vomited until your towel fell to the ground, that would actually be pretty cool."

"What?! I was naked last night?"

Zhou Zhanxie, who had been posing for ages, almost fell off his chair.

After grimacing for a while, Zhou Zhanxie finally started muttering angrily.

"You'd better not have seen anything, or I can't guarantee there won't be another 'alien' grave next to you later."

"Hey, still drunk? Going on a tangent."