Diao Yu gave a simple answer to the question in her mind, and a sarcastic smile appeared on her lips.
He disliked humans to begin with, and now he was even less willing to get entangled with Lang Zhuo, so he gave a few perfunctory replies and then made an excuse to get up and leave.
He and Nan Xian had previously discussed their "strategy" in the lounge. They were currently recording a program, which was unusual, as cameras were watching their every move almost all the time. Therefore, they could not openly search for clues about the puppeteer, nor could they frequently disappear from the camera's view at the same time, otherwise it would easily arouse suspicion.
Ideally, one of them should guard the camera while the other sneaks off to look for clues, so that they can contact each other immediately if there is any disturbance.
Pretending to be nonchalant, Diao Yu walked towards the blind spot of several cameras, her right hand hanging at her side quickly forming a hand seal, and several streaks of silver light shot towards the cameras—
In the program's monitoring room, there was an electronic display screen that occupied an entire wall. Several of the screens suddenly flickered and paused for half a second, as if they had frozen.
Upon seeing this, the staff member in front of the screen quickly adjusted the camera angle remotely. Seeing that there was nothing unusual, they were relieved.
Diao Yu swaggered past the camera, but no one appeared on the screen.
He wandered around the area and summoned several local grass and flower spirits to ask them questions. However, due to the massacre that occurred in Buxian Village three years ago, the plant spirits that had lived longer were all devoured by the resentment of the dead, and none of them survived. Now, all the spirits left here are those with weak spiritual energy, or even those that have not yet gained intelligence.
They knew nothing when asked, and were very timid. If Diao Yu spoke a little harshly and scared them, they would immediately wilted.
After the third grass spirit died of exhaustion, Diao Yu finally accepted reality and decided to give up on this path.
He had just put the grass spirit back in its original place when his ears twitched and he turned to look behind him.
The footsteps drew closer, and a chubby figure appeared around the corner.
It is Sheng Zhicheng.
Sheng Zhicheng had an ordinary appearance and deliberately concealed his demonic aura, so Diao Yu's impression of him was just that of an ordinary mortal, and she didn't even give him a second glance.
Thinking that perhaps he was just passing by, she politely nodded slightly to him and then indifferently looked away.
However, Sheng Zhicheng came specifically to find him.
He subtly squeezed the protective magic item hidden in his palm, then took a few steps forward. "Yu Lin, what are you doing here?"
Diao Yu scanned the surroundings for any traces of magic, then casually made up an excuse: "Get some fresh air."
"Oh—by the way, I heard about you. What a coincidence, Uncle Qin and my father are good friends. They often get together to play chess and fish. Maybe we can become friends in the future." He said with a smile, moving a little closer.
Diao Yu frowned slightly, and this time she finally turned her head to look at him properly.
He has a good appearance and doesn't have any sinister aura. He seems to be a decent person... Hmm?
Diao Yu's gaze fell on a mole on Sheng Zhicheng's chin, and suddenly her eyes lit up.
Wow, he's destined for great wealth and honor; he's at least a third-generation rich kid...
Perfect timing! I'm so poor right now, and I need to spend money everywhere... This person in front of me seems so naive and easy to fool, and he seems to be trying to build a relationship with me. Why not just take advantage of him? —Pah, pah, pah, helping an adult isn't something to be called "taking advantage of," it's more like "borrowing"!
That's right, let's "borrow" some money from this rich young master to spend!
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