When Song Wenzhi brought Wu Yue inside, he felt a chilly, inexplicable coldness around him.
He noticed that Wu Yue was also shivering, so he went over and asked her, "Wu Yue, the air conditioning in the lobby is on high, why are you shivering?"
Wu Yue said with a straight face, "It's a physiological reaction."
Song Wenzhi: ? ? ?
Gui An followed Song Wenzhi. Since he was now a spirit, his ghostly aura would not harm humans. So he brazenly put his hand on Song Wenzhi's shoulder, his smile wide.
As the brothers grew up, the older brother was busy with company affairs, while the younger brother was studying in another city. The two communicated less and less. Song Suian noticed the weariness of Song Wenzhi's face, which showed that the two brothers were becoming more and more estranged.
Such opportunities to put your arm around someone's shoulder are extremely rare.
"Wu Yue, why do I feel a chill on my neck? It's kind of uncomfortable."
Song Wenzhi touched his neck, tilting his head to feel it from time to time, when his slender hand suddenly passed through Song Suian's arm.
Wu Yue glanced at it and decided to say nothing. Suddenly, she let out a cry and then ran forward quickly, as if something was chasing her.
Song Wenzhi looked back and saw that there was nothing there, but he still ran towards Song Suian's room with a series of "ah ah ah" sounds.
Hahaha, this is hilarious!
[The imagery is so vivid, just two childish kids]
As soon as the two people and the ghost entered the room, Yan Chiyu said to Song Suian, who was standing behind Song Wenzhi, "Take out the magic weapon that Chen Tuan gave you."
Song Wenzhi pointed to himself and asked, "What the hell? Who is Chen Tuan? What kind of magic weapon is this?" He was completely bewildered.
Yan Chiyu was too lazy to explain. He took two steps forward, raised his index finger and pointed it at Song Wenzhi's forehead. Soon, a golden light flashed in Song Wenzhi's eyes.
"Oh my god—"
Upon seeing the face that suddenly loomed large before him, bearing a striking resemblance to his own, Song Wenzhi was so frightened that he fell to the ground with a thud. His eyes widened like saucers, and his lips trembled as he stammered, "What... what the hell..."
"I am the ghost. Big brother, I am Song Suian, or more precisely, Song Suian fifteen years later." Ghost An made a small joke, and then Song Wenzhi's eyes rolled back and he fainted.
Old Song didn't care at all about his eldest grandson fainting. He was in high spirits, excitedly pointing to himself, "What about me?" He also wanted to see things that his grandson couldn't see.
"Get out of here, and drag your eldest grandson out with you."
Ah, what a cold and heartless man.
With a mournful face, Old Song resignedly and laboriously pulled the unconscious Song Wenzhi out of the room.
【Yanmei, don't you have a conscience? How can you treat an elderly person like this?】
[Stop talking, Yan-mei is even older herself.]
[Hahaha, I'm dying of laughter!]
"Uncle, Mr. Chen Tuan gave me two beads. I took them back and studied them for a long time, but I still don't know how to use them." Gui An floated to Yan Chiyu's side and presented him with an ancient-looking brocade box.
Yan Chiyu opened the brocade box and glanced at it, immediately recognizing it: "It is shaped like a pearl, covered in blue, and exudes the fragrance of orchids. It is a Separation and Union Pearl. Chen Tuan seems to have foreseen that Xiao Sui'an would face this calamity, so he gave you this Separation and Union Pearl. You eat one, and feed the other to Xiao Sui'an. In about half an hour, you will be able to live in this body."
"Thank you, Uncle." Gui An didn't doubt Yan Chiyu's words at all, swallowed the bead in one gulp, and then floated to Xiao Sui'an's bedside to feed him another one.
Finally, all I had to do was lie down by the bed and wait.
"Thank you for Shi Yimeng's matter, but how did you find him overnight and even raid his hideout?"
The boy smiled gently. "There are always more solutions than problems."
Hearing this ambiguous answer, Wu Yue knew that Yan Chiyu didn't want to say more, so she wisely didn't ask any more questions and changed the subject: "On my way here, I looked up some information about the Wucheng Celebration Conference. The Wind God... I'm quite curious about that."
Having seen many strange and adorable things before, she wouldn't find it strange if there were gods in this world.
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