Wu Yue, who was hiding behind her, only saw the surrounding shadows scatter like birds and beasts, disappearing into the darkness.

Yan Chiyu said that Min Shu would come to pick them up, but when they went out, they found themselves at a cemetery in the capital.

On the tombstones or beside the offerings sat dark figures of varying shapes, some hunched over, muttering to themselves, "My son hasn't come to see me in so long..."

"So annoying."

"He died so young, why don't we just make do and live together?"

Hearing the ghosts' conversation in a daze, Wu Yue's hair stood on end, and she shuddered.

Yan Chiyu noticed that she was trembling, reached out and put his arm around her waist, and in the blink of an eye, they appeared outside the cemetery.

Uncle Min's car was already waiting by the roadside. The boy walked over and knocked on the window to signal Uncle Min to unlock the car door.

After all, strange things can easily wander into such a place. If Yan Chiyu hadn't installed a small defensive array on the car, Uncle Min would probably be experiencing a supernatural event he'd never forget.

"Second Young Master, Miss Wu."

Uncle Min hurriedly got out of the car to greet him.

Cuihua took the lead and got into the car to check if there was anything unusual inside.

As Mr. Yan once said, protecting the owner is the most important thing. Even if it gets wet or torn, the owner must be kept safe.

Wu Yue sat in the middle, with Yan Chiyu on her right. Tie Zhu obediently flew into the passenger seat and sat down.

The journey back was longer; the sky was just beginning to brighten, and the shadows of the clouds were fading.

Wu Yue, who had been knocked unconscious by Lu Shu, did not sleep well. The tension and fear she felt earlier dissipated most of the time after she got into the car, and drowsiness gradually came over her. Wu Yue curled up her legs and hugged her knees, and slowly fell asleep.

Yan Chiyu turned to the side and stretched out his arm to grab the blanket on the trunk table.

The car was driven very steadily and at a constant speed, but occasionally it encountered rough and uneven sections of road, causing the car to sway and bounce.

Wu Yue, curled up in a ball, uncontrollably leaned towards Yan Chiyu.

The boy suddenly raised his left hand, tilted slightly, and the girl fell into his arms, her soft and warm body pressed against his left chest.

Yan Chiyu lowered his eyes and looked down.

His face, unadorned, had flawless, fair, and delicate skin, with a light pink blush on his cheeks. His long, smooth, black hair cascaded down his chest, and the moonlight, accompanied by his soft breathing, gradually eroded his coldness.

"Uncle Min, drive slower," the boy said in a low voice.

Uncle Min smiled, pursing his lips, and remained silent.

The vehicle's speed slowed down significantly.

The light and shadows of the sky and clouds moved very slowly, very slowly.

...

Cuihua knew that one day she would become a piece of paper without any thoughts.

So from the day Tiezhu was born, it made a small notebook and drew and wrote every day, making a journal.

Occasionally, she would share her notebook with Tiezhu, and before she knew it, she had learned many secrets.

At this moment, it held its little notebook and used seven-colored ballpoint pens to record the scenery of the evening, adding simple line drawings next to the text.

Father Yan carried his owner the whole way.

Actually, my embrace would be fine too.

I'm not afraid of being crushed by my owner!

—From "Cuihua's Grudge Diary"

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...

Before coming to the Ghost Market, Wu Yue sent Lu Shu to Fu Zhu's side to investigate the enemy's situation. Who knew that Lu Shu was a useless horse, and was completely captivated by Fu Zhu's stunning good looks.

Of course, that's just a polite way of putting it. In fact, Lu Shu was discovered as soon as she got close to Fu Zhu, and at that moment, the boy in the white shirt was grabbing her by the back of the neck and throwing her onto the watermelon sofa in Wu Tingyun's small room.

"Why did we send such an idiot like you?"

Lu Shu looked up with a pitiful expression.

Why resort to personal attacks? He has been studying hard and gaining knowledge for the past ten years or so!

"Fuzhu," Lu Shu asked uneasily, squatting on the sofa, "...Do you really want to devour Wu Tingyun's soul?"