Yan Chiyu stood downstairs at Wu Yue's house and didn't leave.
Wu Yue instinctively felt that he hadn't spoken coherently in front of Chu Xiao today, so she stopped, looked at him, and took the initiative to speak.
"I don't know if it was just my imagination, but the spot where I was standing seemed to have a lot of yin energy..."
Because Chu Xiao and Yang Lianhai were criminal police officers, their righteous spirit was able to resist these cold and strange energies, which is why they didn't notice anything unusual.
But Wu Yue, who is extremely timid, is very perceptive.
“It’s not an illusion.” Yan Chiyu didn’t deliberately lower his voice to scare Wu Yue. His tone rose slightly, making it sound even clearer. “There is indeed a lot of yin energy there because the area below the magic array is very likely close to the Yellow Springs Road, and it’s an abandoned Yellow Springs Road.”
The tone of voice didn't sound particularly frightening.
Wu Yue didn't know much about these things. "Okay, I thought there was only one Road to the Underworld. I didn't expect there to be an abandoned one."
"Well, you don't need to worry about these things. I'll communicate with Bai Wuchang."
Yan Chiyu's raised hand froze in mid-air, then he calmly withdrew it and put it in his pocket.
He stood tall and elegant like a pine tree, yet his expression was nonchalant and unrestrained, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes: "Three days from now, there's a grand celebration in Wucheng, next to the capital. I've heard it's very lively every year. Do you want to go?"
The girl blinked. "To go or not to go, that is the question."
"Bang!"
Yan Chiyu raised his hand and gave her a sharp rap on the head. His deep eyes gleamed with starlight as his gaze lazily fell on the girl's fair face: "Answer properly, are you going or not?"
"Give me a reason?"
"Hmm..." Yan Chiyu pretended to be deep in thought, then smiled slightly: "Probably, did you scream when you saw a ghost today?"
Wu Yue tilted her head slightly and threw a punch: "I grant your permission. How many days can you stay?"
"Go this afternoon, the activities will be tonight, stay overnight." Looking at the small, white fist in front of him, Yan Chiyu felt an inexplicable urge to reach out and grasp it tightly in his palm.
However, the girl withdrew her hand the moment he raised it, letting it hang at her side.
[Witch God, let me, Yanmei, hold your hand!]
[Haha, the screen is filled with a sweet, romantic atmosphere!]
[Together! Together!]
[I've given my permission? The Witch God is so domineering!!!]
【Wow, isn't this a date?】
"Are you confident you can rescue Shi Yimeng in the next two days?"
Wu Yue was thinking that if Yan Chiyu couldn't help, she did have a tiny bit of ability to save him.
Yan Chiyu's expression turned slightly displeased when Wu Songsong questioned his abilities. He snorted coldly, "I'll send him back tomorrow."
"Okay, okay, I'll be waiting for you." Wu Yue chuckled. "Yan Chiyu, I'm leaving this great task to you. I'll head back now."
After watching Wu Yue walk into the villa, Yan Chiyu took out his phone and dialed a number that was not saved in his contacts.
"Hello?"
"Mom, I'm so touched! Lord Yan, you finally took the initiative to contact me!" The voice on the other end of the phone was so excited that she couldn't contain herself.
The boy walked with his hands in his pockets toward where Uncle Min had parked his car and slowly gave the order: "Find the victim in the missing persons case in the capital and send them home by tomorrow morning."
"What?"
The person on the other end wondered if they had misheard. After a moment of silence, they cautiously asked again, "You want me to rescue missing people?"
"Are you deaf? Didn't you understand?"
"Lord Yan, do you even know how to write the phrase 'using a talent for a small task'? Or rather, how to write the phrase 'using a talent for a small task'?" Is it appropriate for him, a dignified... supervisor, to be doing such a low-level task?
"Get out if you're not going to do it."
The boy bent down and got into the car. Uncle Min saw the rude Second Young Master in the rearview mirror and quickly realized who he was talking to.
"I'll do it, I'll do it, okay!"
The boy hung up the phone without hesitation.
He crossed his long legs and casually rested one hand on the car window armrest. "Uncle Min, to Guojinge."
"good."
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