Uncle Yu knew Yan Chiyu's identity, but when he saw Wu Yue, he couldn't quite believe it. The girl looked to be only sixteen years old, probably not even graduated from high school yet.
Do they really have the ability to handle the young master's affairs?
Uncle Yu thought this to himself, but he didn't show any disdain or negligence. His tone was full of respect, "Miss Wu Yue, I'm leaving my young master in your care. Should I wait outside?"
Wu Yue glanced at the tidy bedroom. There was a faint woody fougère scent in the air, blended with the fresh scent of plants and the sea—a clean yet sensual fragrance.
It smells strangely nice.
The man in the bed, according to Yan Chiyu, is named Han Fei, twenty-nine years old, and currently single.
He looked haggard, his lips almost translucent and bloodless. A faint bluish stubble on his chin added to his sickly appearance. His facial features were masculine and imposing, clearly those of a mature man, somewhat reminiscent of Eddie Peng.
Under the thin blanket, she wore a black and white striped pajama set, her legs... oh, I can't see them.
Judging from his appearance, Han Fei possessed a model-like physique. The man's fingers, hanging by the edge of the bed, had distinct ridges, and he had healthy, tanned skin.
“No need,” the girl replied, turning around. Her delicate features were tinged with light color, and her demeanor was impeccably polite. “Uncle Yu, could you please tell me about Mr. Han’s situation and circumstances before and after this? Please tell me the truth.”
Since it concerned the young master's life, Uncle Yu dared not hide anything. He invited Wu Yue to sit down, but Wu Yue refused, only looking at Uncle Yu with calm eyes.
Uncle Yu was stunned for a moment, inwardly marveling at the girl's somewhat imposing aura. He composed himself and began to explain, "Young Master Han Fei, like Mr. Yan, was descended from feng shui masters. However, by the time of the young master's generation, the Han family's feng shui skills had gradually weakened, and later they considered these to be outdated superstitions and simply abandoned them. The young master is the only one who has inherited this bloodline ability..."
"That's precisely why the young master knows Mr. Yan, who has the same abilities. Of course."
Uncle Yu gave a wry smile. "Of course, the young master's abilities cannot compare to those of an absolute powerhouse like Mr. Yan."
Upon arriving, he noticed the girl standing opposite him had slightly furrowed her brows, and quickly got to the point.
"Some time ago, the young master joined forces with the underworld to send a heinous demon to the eighteenth level of hell."
Mu Junyan has quite a few business dealings with people in the human realm, Wu Yue thought to herself.
She raised her eyes and continued to listen attentively to Uncle Yu.
"After that, the young master was often listless. We all thought it was because he was working too hard and not sleeping well at night. We also went to the hospital for a check-up, but there was nothing wrong. The young master would always have some strange dreams after falling asleep, but he couldn't remember what he dreamed about when he woke up."
Uncle Yu's voice abruptly stopped. Wu Yue quickly realized that if she hadn't asked the question, the information Uncle Yu provided would likely have been incomplete.
"Please wait a moment while I check."
Wu Yue nodded slightly to him, then walked around the bedroom, touching this and that from time to time.
Uncle Yu noticed that she didn't take out talismans like Mr. Yan, but instead fiddled with a few shiny beads, frequently changing their positions. The girl's movements were extremely fast, and her beautiful face was also serious.
Uncle Yu couldn't see what she was doing, nor could he see what was in the air, but he could sense strange changes around him, like... a magnetic field or something similar.
A few minutes later, Wu Yue's hand grasped the corner of the blanket covering Han Fei. She glanced back at Uncle Yu, who quickly understood her meaning and nodded.
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