"Not too stupid."
The boy's index finger was slightly bent, the casual curve of which was incredibly alluring. He lightly tapped Wu Yue's forehead, a smile playing on his thin lips.
Wu Yue pointed at Ms. Qi Lan, whose eyes were blazing with anger, and asked, "Then... what do we do with her?"
Having transmigrated so many times, this kind of thing is truly beyond her capabilities. If it were someone else, she might have just charged in with a sword.
"Barrier-Breaking Technique—"
The boy flicked out a talisman from his fingertip, and as he chanted incantations, a white stream of light enveloped Qi Lan. In a split second, the light cracked open, and countless points of light flew out, merging into the air and quickly disappearing.
Following the white light in the center, Wu Yue's gaze moved downwards. Where Qi Lan had been standing, there was only a small black lump of coal left, or rather, a black fox fur ball. Powder could be vaguely seen rolling inside the ball, like... ashes?
Not only Qi Lan disappeared, but the manor also gradually melted away.
Wu Yue was shocked. "Shouldn't we have waited a while before destroying this place? Now we don't even have a place to stay."
The luxurious manor was transformed into a graveyard in an instant, which was truly terrifying. Cuihua and Song Wenzhi, who were originally far apart, could now vaguely make out its shape.
When Wu Yue came to her senses, she found herself clinging to Yan Chiyu like a koala.
The boy reached out and patted her back, his deep voice carrying a reassuring gentleness: "Get down and hold my hand."
"..."
Wu Yue nodded, silently climbed off the boy, and hugged his arms tightly with both hands. Before, she had to ask politely, but now she could hug him whenever she wanted—it couldn't be more convenient.
"Your hands are a little cold..." Yan Chiyu turned his head and frowned.
"I'm scared."
The girl remained expressionless. "So, Yan Chiyu, please hold my hand tightly."
Yan Chiyu: "..." Could your expression be any more varied?
The boy twitched the corners of his mouth, a hint of teasing in his eyes, and asked with a mischievous grin, "If?"
"Um?"
"I said if..."
What if I were a ghost too?
Wu Yue responded quickly, her expression full of disdain: "Kick him away first, then what else is there to say?"
"I want to hear the truth." His mischievous intentions suddenly turned into unease; he even wanted to hear a more comforting answer and a more sincere one.
The girl was stunned for a moment, gazing into the boy's deep and serene eyes, the tenderness and focus in them startling.
My mind went completely blank.
Three seconds later, Wu Yue answered seriously and firmly, "Then, I'll become a ghost too, so I won't be afraid."
He didn't know how much of that was a joke, but at that moment, Yan Chiyu felt his heart pounding like a drum. Slowly lowering his thick eyelashes, his cold gaze softened slightly, and he gently raised the corners of his mouth, whispering in her ear, "I won't let 'what if' happen."
"Waaaaah..." The deafening cries immediately filled the air. Zhou Yunwei rushed over with lingering fear and hugged Wu Yue, forcefully pushing away the unsuspecting Yan Chiyu.
Yan Chiyu staggered, looking completely bewildered.
"Yueyue, I thought I was going to die. I thought I would never see you again, and I would never see my idol come back..."
"It's alright, it's alright."
Zhou Yunwei looked around, tears streaming down her face. "Yueyue, how did we end up in the cemetery? Where's the manor?"
Wu Yue explained, “Well, how should I put it? We’ve lived here from the very beginning. Everything, the manor, including Grandma Qi Lan, was an illusion, an illusion from the past.”
"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Song Wenzhi and Que Guanghuai approached, still looking somewhat dazed.
"Hmm... Just now, Yan Chiyu captured a white fox that had cultivated into a spirit. It's the same Qi family servant you met before."
"ah--?!"
The three of them screamed in fright.
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