Chapter 40 Yin God Tattoo ③ - Vertical Pupil: Your friend is strange. ...
The noisy voices made Lan Shuyin frown slightly, and she slowly woke up.
She then realized that she had indeed fallen asleep by the porthole, covered with a dark gray jacket that didn't belong to her.
The clean-smelling clothes slipped gently off her body. Lan Shuyin subconsciously turned her head and found Wu Yang also fast asleep, his head bobbing back and forth like a bewildered rattle-drum, looking rather amusing.
Just then, a flight attendant slowly pushed a beverage cart past. Lan Shuyin picked up the jacket and draped it over Wu Yang.
Unexpectedly, this subtle movement startled him.
Wu Yang groggily opened her eyes, said, "Sister Yin, I'm going to the restroom," and then staggered to her feet and left.
Lan Shuyin couldn't help but chuckle. She really did look like a child; her sleepy appearance was strangely adorable.
After the flight attendant came over, she ordered a Coke. After taking a couple of sips, she suddenly saw the curtain of the business class cabin being lifted—and out came the old man shrouded in black mist.
Lan Shuyin paused involuntarily.
Business class has a private restroom, so why is he in economy class?
Lan Shuyin subconsciously crouched down and secretly peeked through the gap in the seat.
The old man was very robust, and his steps exuded a calm and composed spirit. However, the thick, impenetrable black aura emanating from him was truly terrifying. Even from some distance, a chilling aura was already faintly emanating from him.
It is indeed mentioned in "The Strange Monsters" that although some monsters that have achieved certain cultivation can transform into human form, they will still appear strange in the eyes of those with supernatural powers.
Lan Shuyin couldn't immediately tell whether the person before her was a non-human being or had become tainted by malevolent energy due to prolonged contact with supernatural objects.
However, she had a dangerous intuition—that if they were to truly face off, she would be no match.
"Excuse me, could you please let me pass?"
Just then, Wu Yang's clear voice came from behind. He was stepping aside to let the flight attendant pass, walking slowly down the aisle.
Lan Shuyin turned to look at him, then glanced at the approaching old man, and her heart tightened suddenly—
At Wu Yang's leisurely pace, he was about to bump into the old man.
"Wu Yang!" she suddenly called out, waving at him.
Wu Yang indeed quickened his pace.
Just as he walked to his seat and was about to sit down, "Sound..."
Before he could even utter the word "sister," an arm suddenly pulled him into his seat.
Lan Shuyin leaned her entire body towards him, her arm seemingly casually resting on the armrest, half of her body shielding him on the inside. Wu Yang looked up blankly, just in time to see those almond-shaped eyes so close to his.
However, Lan Shuyin's gaze was not on him, but rather subtly followed the old man.
The other person walked past their row without looking to the side, went straight to the tail of the plane, and pushed open the door to the restroom.
She frowned slightly before looking away and releasing her arm that was protecting Wu Yang. Turning her head, she saw the boy staring intently at her, his face unusually expressionless.
"Oh, I accidentally lost my balance," Lan Shuyin said casually, making it up. She remembered that this younger brother was very timid and would cry at the slightest thing.
As soon as she spoke, Wu Yang seemed to snap back to reality, his expression instantly becoming lively, even flushing slightly. He muttered softly, "Sister Yin, you're a little different from last time."
"Um?"
"I'm not so cold anymore." His voice was even lower, with a hint of barely perceptible shyness.
"..."
Sensing the tentative probe in his words, Lan Shuyin paused for two seconds before saying seriously, "Yes, people change after marriage."
"What?!" Wu Yang's eyes widened suddenly as he looked her up and down. "Sister Yin, you...you're married?"
"That's strange?"
“It just feels like… you don’t seem like someone who gets married young…” Wu Yang stammered.
She suddenly had a wicked sense of humor and vividly described, "Actually, I'm a hopeless romantic. I carry my household registration book with me every day, just in case I run into CEOs like Bo, Li, Gu, or Huo on the street and they try to get me married in a flash."
"..."
Wu Yang scratched his head and whispered, "Now an ID card will be fine, right?"
"What did you say?"
"Oh, no, it's nothing." Wu Yang quickly waved her hand, revealing an envious expression. "That's great, best wishes to you, Sister Yin."
His reaction annoyed Lan Shuyin, who turned her head to glance at the tail of the plane.
The old man just happened to come out.
They slowly walked back again.
Lan Shuyin pretended to stretch, but secretly kept an eye on the corridor out of the corner of her eye.
A moment later, the shuffling footsteps stopped beside Wu Yang's seat. Just as they were about to pass each other, the old man suddenly turned his head—
He looked straight at Lan Shuyin.
The moment their eyes met, Lan Shuyin's hair stood on end. Those were not human eyes at all! The pupils shrank to a vertical line, gleaming with a cold green light, as terrifying as a venomous snake staring at its prey.
Achoo!
Suddenly, Wu Yang sneezed, rubbing his nose and muttering, "Did I catch a cold? Or is someone missing me?"
His voice seemed to simultaneously awaken Lan Shuyin and the old man, breaking the suffocating eye contact.
The old man abruptly withdrew his gaze and turned to leave. However, amidst the muffled white noise of the cabin, a clear, cold snort exploded like thunder in Lan Shuyin's ears—
"snort!"
She felt a sharp pain in her eardrum and instinctively covered her ears.
"What's wrong?" Wu Yang immediately looked over with concern.
"It's nothing." She lowered her hand, her expression normal. "The air pressure is a little uncomfortable."
The plane slowly landed at Gangzhou Airport at 2 a.m.
Lan Shuyin deliberately dawdled until the cabin was almost empty before slowly getting up to retrieve her luggage.
She really didn't want to run into that weird old man again.
Although the black aura surrounding him didn't seem to have any intention of attacking, Lan Shuyin sensed that he wasn't friendly. It was best to be cautious.
They should keep their distance and avoid interfering with each other; maintaining this distance is the wise thing to do.
"Sister Yin?" As they stepped off the covered bridge, Wu Yang noticed her looking around frequently and couldn't help but ask, "What are you looking for?"
"That old man just now..." Lan Shuyin carefully began, "Did you notice anything special about him?"
Wu Yang looked completely bewildered. "Old man? What old man?"
He clearly had no recollection of that "special" passenger.
Well, it's pointless to ask.
Lan Shuyin handed him a disposable eye mask she had brought from the plane, earnestly and lovingly instructing him, "Take good care of your eyesight, you're so young and already nearsighted."
As soon as I stepped out of the arrival hall, a soft-spoken male voice rang out:
"Sister Yin!"
There weren't many people picking her up at the airport in the early morning, but Lan Shuyin spotted Guan Han, who was wearing a clean hoodie and waving at her.
She walked over in surprise. "Guan Han? Didn't I say you didn't need to pick me up?"
Guan Han touched the back of his neck a little embarrassedly and confessed honestly, "I asked Sister Bingbing, and she said you're dirt poor and can't afford a private car, so she told me to be careful..."
"..."
Lan Shuyin made a mental note of Xuan Bingbing's actions.
"Sister Yin."
At this moment, Wu Yang came over, his gaze sweeping across Guan Han's face, "And this is...?"
“Guan Han is my friend’s colleague.” Lan Shuyin was about to introduce her when Wu Yang warmly extended both hands to shake Guan Han’s hands. “Hello, hello! Wu Yang, Sister Yin’s friend.”
"Ah..." Guan Han's expression suddenly became a little strange. After a moment, she said, "Sister Yin, I didn't know you were traveling with someone..."
Knowing he had misunderstood, Lan Shuyin explained, "No, it was just a coincidence." Then she nodded to Wu Yang, "Then we'll be going now. See you again sometime."
"Okay, bye-bye." Wu Yang smiled and waved, watching the two figures disappear at the exit.
Once the figure was no longer out of sight, the smile on his face slowly faded, and a deep, unfathomable meaning flashed in his eyes.
...
Guan Han drove with a restless mind. The bustling streetlights formed a flowing river of light in the night, casting flickering shadows inside the car.
His fingers tightened slightly around the steering wheel, and he glanced at Lan Shuyin in the back seat several times through the rearview mirror, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.
It wasn't until the car entered a relatively quiet section of elevated highway that he finally broke the silence, his voice tinged with a cautious probing, "Sister Yin, was that your friend just now?"
"What's wrong?" Lan Shuyin looked at his slightly uneasy profile in the rearview mirror.
“I can’t quite put my finger on it…” Guan Han frowned slightly, as if trying to find the right words, “I just feel like he… is a little strange.”
“He has a very outgoing and enthusiastic personality. At first, I also thought it was strange, but maybe some people are just like that by nature,” Lan Shuyin said.
She wasn't defending Wu Yang; she was simply stating her true thoughts.
However, Guan Han said, "Sister Yin, do you remember when we played the murder mystery game last time, Sister Bingbing said that we might have paranormal constitutions?"
"Hmm, what's wrong?"
"I felt a sudden panic and discomfort when he shook my hand just now... Sigh, I can't really describe it."
He stammered, "Don't get me wrong, I don't have a problem with your friend, it's just that feeling... it's really not right."
"It's alright," Lan Shuyin nodded gently. "I understand."
Although she was being reassured, she didn't take it too seriously.
It's perfectly normal for people's personalities to clash; it doesn't mean anything. She always trusted her own judgment, and since she didn't sense anything unusual about Wu Yang, she wouldn't let other people's feelings influence her.
Lan Shuyin booked a hotel in downtown Gangzhou, a long-established five-star hotel. She has always adhered to the principle of saving where she can and spending where she can, never skimping on comfort as long as her finances allow.
After checking in and washing up, it was already four in the morning.
However, lying on the soft bed, Lan Shuyin was wide awake. Those dark green vertical pupils kept appearing before her eyes, cold and unsettling.
She opened Wei Li's WeChat, wanting to ask him something, but after typing a few words, she remembered his deliberate avoidance that day...
The force with which I typed became more firm.
So what if he has principles and holds back? He's the only person around who might know the truth. It would be foolish not to ask when there are readily available resources available.
I met a very strange old man on the plane today. He was shrouded in black mist, and his eyes were vertical green pupils like a snake's. Do you know who he is?
Because it was already late, Lan Shuyin didn't expect to receive a reply immediately. After sending the message, she put her phone on the bedside table to charge.
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