"Look at the other side."
Following the warm breath exhaled from her ear, she squinted at the man sleeping in the corner opposite her... His arm was slowly disappearing, as if it were being eaten away bit by bit.
The scene was cruel and terrifying, and Wu Yue frowned and turned her face away.
"You can't sleep, or you'll be eaten by monsters in your dreams."
After Yan Chiyu released Wu Yue, he went to wake Song Wenzhi. After calling him several times without response, he simply slapped him twice across the face. "If you don't wake up, your grandfather will freeze all your bank cards."
Song Wenzhi groggily woke up, "Ouch...it hurts. Did that thing hit me?" He belatedly covered his face and nervously pulled Yan Chiyu aside to ask in a low voice.
The boy nodded seriously: "More or less."
Song Wenzhi hurriedly hugged Yan Chiyu, wishing she could bury herself in his arms, and asked with a mournful face, "Brother Yan, what should we do now?"
Suddenly, Song Wenzhi thought of many things. He remembered Wu Yue saying that Yan Ge's family were in the feng shui business, and he also thought of his grandfather and father's enthusiasm for Yan Ge...
Looking at Yan Chiyu's calm and composed demeanor, he finally believed that Brother Yan was a super big shot, and sticking to his coattails was definitely the right thing to do.
Ah, thinking of this made him want to cry even more, so he could only repeatedly chew on the core socialist values.
After a while.
A piercing scream erupted from the hall, "Ah—Li Geng. He, he..."
They can't even take care of themselves, let alone care about others.
Especially at this time—
"Brother Yan, I feel colder and colder." Song Wenzhi kept rubbing his arms and breathing on his palms to warm them. He even tried the leg-shaking method that southerners use in winter, but it didn't work at all.
It's even colder now!
Yan Chiyu's eyes narrowed slightly. "The Bagua formation here is quite interesting."
He casually curled his lips, then suddenly stood up with a smile.
Wu Yue trusted him, so she pulled Zhou Yunwei to her feet as well. Song Wenzhi, needless to say, was a towering figure, clinging to Yan Chiyu like a koala. Luckily, the old man didn't mind, otherwise Song Wenzhi would have been kicked away by now.
As the four reached the door, a girl from the round table called out to them, her eyes filled with confusion, "Hey, where are you going?"
"Let's go out and take a look," Yan Chiyu replied, a statement that was unusual for him.
The girl stammered, "But, but didn't the village chief say we can't go out?"
Zhou Yunwei suddenly spoke up, "Look at that guy behind you, it's not safe for him here. Maybe he can find a chance to survive if he goes out."
"Then, then I'll go with you..."
"Whatever. If there's danger, we probably won't be able to help you." The boy's gaze was deep and cold. The girl paused, then silently lowered her bottom again.
Her eyes shrank back slightly. "Then, then I think I'd better not go."
It was indeed colder outside than inside, the chill seeping in. The wind howled and rushed into my body.
Song Wenzhi and Zhou Yunwei couldn't help but sneeze at the same time.
Yan Chiyu took out a yellow talisman, made a hand seal, and soon a ball of flame floated in mid-air, bringing warmth.
Song Wenzhi rubbed his eyes, his mouth agape in disbelief. Just then, a gust of wind blew into his mouth, startling him into immediately shutting up.
"My God, my God, am I hallucinating?!"
Zhou Yunwei pinched Song Wenzhi's cheek at the opportune moment.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch, it's really... really..." Song Wenzhi held her face, dumbfounded.
My goodness, Brother Yan is definitely no ordinary person.
He silently felt that beneath that sixteen-year-old appearance, there must be an old man.
Whose 16-year-old is this awesome?
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