(A slightly silly and lighthearted ghost style, we just want to have a sweet romance)
Why do retired people still have to do missions? Why are there mountain and sea monsters and ghosts in a ...
The two arrived at their hotel at 9 p.m.
After returning to her room, Wu Yue took a shower and washed her hair, then sat on the sofa to calm down and think things through.
What Bai Tang told her today reminded Wu Yue of what Fu Zhu had said outside Yan Chi Yu's house.
Yes, she missed something.
Fu Zhu said, "The true sorcerers are much closer to the pinnacle of witchcraft and incantations than you can imagine."
Clearly, she took over the Wu family too easily last time. She certainly didn't doubt her own abilities, but the problem was—those people were too weak. Aside from Wu Xingluo, who seemed to have some skill, the others appeared utterly vulnerable.
Even if the Wu family fell into decline after the death of their ancestor, they should not have fallen to the point where everyone had become ordinary mortals.
Looking back now, and connecting the dots, it becomes clear that—
This Wu family doesn't seem to be the one Fuzhu described as "closer to the pinnacle of witchcraft and incantations." Of course, perhaps they're hiding their true strength. However, Wu Yue is more inclined to believe that this Wu family are 'descendants of Su Qin'an'.
Calling Wu Tingyun is the fastest way to find Fuzhu... but little Tingyun should be asleep by now.
Huh?
It seems that if you search for Lu Shu, you can also find Fu Zhu?
A strange thought flashed through Wu Yue's mind.
After all, they're from the same mountain and sea village, so they should have frequent contact.
Wu Yue dialed the landline in the divine beast's bedroom directly. After a few seconds, the call was answered.
"Hello? Little Witch Moon?"
"It's me. Are the children asleep?"
There was a three-second pause on the other end.
"..."
"..."
"..."
Wu Yue suddenly realized what an extraordinary tone she had used when she spoke.
【Witch, Old Mother, Moon】
[We've already glimpsed the life of the sorcerer in his old age/after marriage...]
The girl coughed lightly twice, switching her voice to a crisp, sweet, and not cloying tone: "Well, I called you to ask if you could get in touch with Fuzhu? I have something to ask him."
Lu Shu paused, holding the microphone.
"What's wrong? Did you two have a fight?" Lu Shu didn't speak, so Wu Yue couldn't help but guess.
"no."
Lu Shu looked up at the guy across from her who was eating KFC...
Among them was Fu Zhu, who always loved wearing white shirts and possessed an exceptionally handsome face. Although he was eating fried chicken, a fatty and oily dish, he ate it with great elegance and grace.
“Fuzhu is with me, Xiaowuyue, you can talk to him directly.”
"?"
Wu Yue had a bad feeling. "Could it be that Xiao Nian Tingyun is here too? Are you guys eating... KFC?"
She remembered the last time a few kids clamored for some, and Lu Shu agreed. Even though she forbade it, there was no doubt they would gather together and eat it when she wasn't around.
"Ahem, actually, my cousin Cunxu went on a business trip, so he left the child with me and Fuzhu to take care of," Lu Shu explained somewhat guiltily.
So, what a bad habit it is to throw human dolls at mythical beasts!
[The monsters are mostly ferocious, yet they aren't afraid at all! Brother Wu is really fearless!]
After all, Fuzhu is the guardian beast of someone's son, so of course they would trust him.
"Okay. Then please give the phone to Fuzhu." Lu Shu knew that Wu Yue was a little angry when she smiled and used polite language.
He quickly added, "I bought them Coke, oh no, Wanglaoji herbal tea to cool them down, they'll drink it later."
Wu Yue: Just give me a look and you'll understand.jpg
"Alright, alright, I'll give the phone to Fuzhu, you can talk to him." Lu Shu cleverly tossed the fireball to Fuzhu.
The boy in the white shirt moved the shrunken crimson antlers on his head, and with a flick of his fingers, his arm, which had been rubbed oily by the little guys, became clean in the blink of an eye, revealing his fair and distinct knuckles.
She took the landline, and a clear, ethereal voice slowly rose into the air, like the sound of a piano: "Hello, Miss Wu Yue."