In an abandoned, unfinished building, Yin Fengyao was patiently explaining things to a dozen ghosts.
"Brothers and sisters, it's not that I don't want to do this business, it's just that a powerful figure has arrived! If you don't run away quickly, do you want to be taken by her?"
"She's terrifying, I can't beat her either."
Yin Fengyao was also in a bad situation. He thought he had done a good job of keeping things discreet, but Jiang Si found out about it.
He didn't do anything heinous, did he? Everyone did it voluntarily.
Okay, that girl who gave birth to a Japanese child is a bit pitiful, but without the 100,000 yuan, she would eventually fall into the trap of becoming a surrogate mother for an unscrupulous agency anyway. Rather than giving birth to a child for those scumbags, it's better to help a poor little devil.
Giving birth to a ghost child is a bit painful, but it has no side effects.
And even if she had this terrifying experience, wouldn't Jiang Si eventually erase it?
During this time, he had become aware that Jiang Si was calculating his location.
He couldn't afford to offend Jiang Si, so he could only hide and run away. When had he, the crown prince of the Ghost Clan, ever been so pathetic?
But ghosts are not afraid of death.
"If it's ten days less, or even one hour less, it doesn't count as ten days."
Yin Fengyao had a headache: "Don't read the lines now."
At that moment, the family heirloom bracelet on his wrist started ringing again.
Damn it, Jiang Si is at it again!
Why are you chasing me so closely!
Yin Fengyao took out some incense and offerings, saying, "Brothers, these are my apologies. We'll never meet again!"
Having said that, he slipped away and ran off.
Ghosts have no resistance to incense and offerings, so they immediately began to eat them, for even ghosts cannot go hungry.
Just as they were enjoying their meal, a sports car pulled up upstairs.
When Jiang Si ran up, she saw more than a dozen ghosts wolfing down their food.
"Where is Yin Fengyao?" Jiang Si asked.
"They just ran away." Jiang Si concealed her aura. These ghosts weren't afraid of her; they thought she was one of their kind. "Why don't you come and have some?"
Jiang Si: "..."
"Fine, you guys eat well."
Jiang Si originally wanted to teach these ghosts a lesson, but then she thought that the real culprit seemed to be Yin Fengyao.
This time it didn't turn into a major disaster, but there's no guarantee it won't happen next time.
The human heart is hard to fathom, and the heart of a devil is even harder to fathom. Who knows who might have selfish motives?
Yin Fengyao was able to run so fast, so he probably knew she was investigating him.
It's alright. He might be able to avoid it with mystical techniques, but what about with modern technology?
Upon hearing Jiang Si's request, Zhou Chongyang immediately said he would keep an eye on it.
It's extremely dangerous for someone like that to do these things.
Yin Fengyao hid for a few days and found that the strange feeling of constantly tracking his whereabouts had disappeared.
He felt relieved.
He said he was just a nobody, how could he let someone like Master Jiang think about him every day?
Everyone is very busy.
With the crisis over, Yin Fengyao, who had been hiding for several days, was ready to go out and have some fun.
He took a shower outside and then went to a fine restaurant to enjoy the latest air-freighted lobster.
Just as he cracked open the shrimp claws, an uninvited guest sat down in the chair in front of him.
Yin Fengyao's hand froze there, his inner misery rising to an indescribable height.
He gave up.
"Master Jiang, these lobsters are quite fresh, would you like to try some?" Yin Fengyao asked.
The young man in front of me probably hadn't had his hair cut in a long time; his bangs were so long they were covering his eyes. He had a pointed face, and his skin was pale too quickly, perhaps because he had been dealing with ghosts too much.
He looked to be around twenty years old, and the hand that handed him the lobster was so pale that you could clearly see the veins.
Jiang Si took the lobster and said, "You're about to die."
His tone was so calm that it didn't sound like he was talking about a matter of life and death.
Yin Fengyao chuckled, "As expected of Master Jiang, you saw through it at a glance."
"Life and death are determined by fate; we should live one day at a time." Yin Fengyao said this casually, showing no concern for his own life or death.
"You seem quite open-minded," Jiang Si chuckled. "But why are you hiding?"
"Master Jiang, I haven't done anything particularly heinous. I even paid compensation to that young girl out of my own pocket. Why are you still chasing after me?" Yin Fengyao wanted to cry and complain.
"Well, I was just doing what someone asked me to do."
Guan Qian was very interested when he heard about the Ghost Clan, and asked Jiang Si to find them.
"And then what?" Jiang Si asked.
Guan Qian looked inscrutable. "Accept amnesty."
Jiang Si: "..."
"I never imagined that there would be such a severe shortage of talent in special agencies."
Guan Qian remained silent, which seemed to be a tacit agreement.
“Although the King of Hell can’t let someone live until dawn if he wants them to die at midnight, your fate is very strange, and there may be a chance for a change,” Jiang Si said. “You are neither alive nor dead, and your life and death are unpredictable.”
Jiang Si's statement about life and death being unpredictable is exactly what it sounds like.
Life or death is hard to predict.
Hearing this, Yin Fengyao remained calm and swallowed the lobster in one gulp. "My parents once said this, but unfortunately, they couldn't defy fate."
Beneath her calm tone, Jiang Si could sense a faint sadness, suppressed deep within her heart, yet ever-present.
The deceased is gone, and Jiang Si does not want to say more.
“Just because they can’t do anything doesn’t mean we can’t,” Jiang Si said. “Your parents sacrificed their lives to extend yours, and now the opportunity is right in front of you. You wouldn’t refuse, would you?”
Yin Fengyao looked up, brushed a stray hair from her forehead, and revealed a pair of calm, deep eyes. She didn't look old or haggard at all; one would almost think she was a woman in her seventies or eighties.
Jiang Si was slightly shocked.
That's true. No one knows from childhood that they won't live long, nor do they have that much youthful and exuberant energy.
"I've heard this at least twenty times since I was a child."
He was the last legitimate member of the Ghost Clan. Perhaps it was because his clan had dealt with and fought with Ghosts too much that they all had short lifespans, with fewer and fewer people living with each generation.
By the time it came to him, he was the only one left, and he was destined to die young.
It's probably retribution.
He didn't have much hope for Jiang Si's statement.
His parents lost their lives for his lifespan, so why should he still have any hope?
Jiang Si understood Yin Fengyao's despair.
"Have you ever considered that your seemingly lifeless, deathless destiny might be because you're destined to meet me?"
Jiang Si was never born into this world.
Meeting Jiang Si was Yin Fengyao's fate.
His life or death depended on Jiang Si.
A rare glimmer of light appeared in Yin Fengyao's eyes.
“Come with me,” Jiang Si said.
She was mainly here today as a mediator, and of course, she did have a way to save Yin Fengyao.
As for how and when to save him, that's up to Guan Qian.
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