The door was closed, and although the office was heated, Song Qingyou's hands and feet were ice-cold, and she dialed Fu Wenzhou's number with trembling hands.
"Sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily unavailable..."
Song Qingyou's heart sank suddenly. Undeterred, she continued to call, but all she got in response was a series of cold, mechanical sounds.
She panicked and started calling Fu Nan's cell phone.
"Sorry, the number you dialed is currently switched off..."
Song Qingyou's face turned deathly pale, and a huge sense of panic swept over her. She suddenly stood up and stumbled as she ran to find Fu Bei, but she didn't see him in the office.
She leaned against the wall, panting heavily: "Where's Fu Bei? Where is he?!"
The people in the office stood up one after another: "President Song, this... we don't know either, it was just here a moment ago."
"Madam, is there something you need?" Fu Bei suddenly appeared behind him and asked in a low voice.
Song Qingyou turned around abruptly, losing all composure and manners for the first time in her life. Grabbing Fu Bei's arm, her eyes reddened, she exclaimed, "Where's Fu Wenzhou? Where did he go?!"
Fu Bei glanced down at the hand gripping his sleeve, then said, "I'm only responsible for you now. Fu Nan is accompanying Young Master Fu, so I don't know the specifics."
"Call Fu Nan, or anyone else around Fu Wenzhou, call them all." Even though Song Qingyou tried her best to remain calm, her uneasy fingers and the slight tremor in her voice betrayed her.
Fu Bei knew that something must have happened to Young Master Fu to make this immortal so angry.
Without hesitation, he immediately dialed Fu Nan's number, but after a few seconds shook his head: "The phone is off."
Song Qingyou's breath hitched. After a long while, she readjusted her breathing and said, "Book two tickets to Y country. You'll come with me."
Fu Bei glanced at her and said, "Okay."
The plane bound for country Y took off in the evening.
Sitting on the plane, Song Qingyou's eyes were half-closed with fatigue, her nerves were constantly on edge, and her temples throbbed slightly.
Even though she had spoken to Fu Nan on the phone and seen Fu Wenzhou last night, she hadn't heard Fu Wenzhou's voice for four or five days.
She didn't have time to verify the truth of Jiang Xun's words because she couldn't bear the consequences of Fu Wenzhou possibly getting into trouble.
Even if it's fake, she has to go and verify it herself.
Only then can she feel at ease.
The plane arrived in the middle of the night. As soon as they got off the plane, snow began to fall, and the cold wind was biting. Song Qingyou's body could not withstand such a strong cold and she began to cough violently.
Fu Bei stood behind her, holding an umbrella for her and handing her medicine.
Song Qingyou hurriedly took it and swallowed it dry: "Go...cough...go first...cough cough..."
Song Qingyou stopped abruptly after speaking.
Where are we going?
She had no news about Fu Wenzhou; the few words she heard about him were only from Jiang Xun.
Driven by panic, they rushed here without thinking, but what happened afterward?
How should she find him?
She stood in the wind and snow like a flower about to fall. Fu Bei frowned slightly and walked to her side to shield her from the wind: "Madam, let's go to the hotel first."
Song Qingyou coughed a few more times. She absolutely couldn't collapse now, at least not before she found Fu Wenzhou.
Fu Bei acted swiftly and quickly arranged a hotel.
It wasn't until Song Qingyou sat on the sofa in the hotel suite and looked out at the unfamiliar buildings that she began to feel a sense of reality.
Throughout this journey, she remained on the border between dreams and reality, as if it were all just a dream, yet she was acutely aware that it was real.
Song Qingyou recalled Jiang Xun's words.
I bought a shotgun, went to the US first, and then to the Y country.
What is Fu Wenzhou doing in Country Y?
Business trip? Obviously not.
What other reason could he possibly have to spend a fortune and risk his life to buy a gun?
Completely lost in thought, Song Qingyou's eyes were as deep as a still pool. "Fu Bei, did you get through?"
"No." Fu Bei answered, then dialed another number, but still no answer.
Song Qingyou had no choice but to call Fu Wenzhou's circle of friends.
Gu Bai was quite surprised when he received Song Qingyou's call: "Song Qingyou? Am I seeing things?"
"Did Fu Wenzhou tell you where he went?" Song Qingyou covered her mouth to suppress a cough and asked directly.
Gu Bai swirled his wine glass, crossed his legs, and said, "How would I know? Wasn't he on a business trip? What happened? Didn't he tell you where he went?"
Song Qingyou's fingers curled slightly. The fewer people who knew about Fu Wenzhou's unauthorized purchase of firearms, the better. Firearms are legal abroad, but buying and selling firearms privately in China is a serious crime.
She let out a long breath and said in a cold voice, "Where exactly is Master Yunfang buried?"
After a few seconds of silence, the other person spoke: "In Country Y, the previous information was wrong. Later, I went there in person and found out that he was buried on a mysterious island in Country Y. There is a temple on the island, and Yun Fang stayed there during the years he disappeared."
Song Qingyou's fine eyelashes trembled slightly, her eyes were hazy, and she opened her pale lips but could barely make a sound.
She should have guessed it sooner. After so long without any news from Yun Fang, how could he not become suspicious even if she kept it from him?
So you looked it up yourself?
Song Qingyou clutched her heart, which was in excruciating pain.
Gu Bai's voice continued: "Originally, I wanted to explore it further, but that place was too eerie. The island was surrounded by a misty forest. I led more than a dozen people in and walked for two days, but we were almost always going in circles. Moreover, there were many ferocious beasts in the forest, which was too dangerous. I dared not go any deeper and had to come back."
“There are no living people in that place. The last place Yun Fang appeared was near that forest. Even if he was really there, he would probably have been eaten by wild beasts long ago. I suspect that there is no island or temple at all. Those are just made up by later generations. Yun Fang must have died in that forest.”
Gu Bai took a sip of wine to moisten his throat: "Don't be too sad. Everyone has to die eventually, whether it's sooner or later... Hey? Why did he hang up?"
Gu Bai touched his nose.
Did he say something wrong? He just wanted to comfort the other person...
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