Chapter 114 Shen Yuepo, is she angry?
This question clearly hits a nerve.
Feng Jin lowered his hand that had been supporting his chin and sat up straight.
He stared at Shen Yuepo, his thin lips pressed tightly together.
A few seconds of silence followed, as if the air itself had frozen.
In the end, he offered no explanation, only letting out a cold snort from his nose.
Shen Yuepo was puzzled by his reaction and was about to ask him when a vibration sounded.
She glanced at the caller ID: Xiao Yizhou.
Without hesitation, she answered the call.
"Hello?" Shen Yuepo's voice regained its usual coldness and calmness.
Xiao Yizhou's gentle voice came from the other end of the phone: "Master Shen, am I disturbing you? I was wondering if you have some time recently? My new company's building is about to be put into use, and I would like to ask you to take a look and see if there are any problems."
Shen Yuepo glanced at her phone with a puzzled look, her brows furrowing slightly.
Does Xiao Yizhou have so much money he doesn't know what to do with it? He's either introducing her to business or personally delivering money to her door.
But... well, what can she do when she's short of money?
Seeing that she didn't speak, the person on the other end of the phone added at the opportune moment, "Just name your price."
Upon hearing this, Shen Yuepo immediately agreed, "Are you in a hurry? I have some things to attend to recently and will be away from the capital for a while. If it's not urgent, I'll contact you again when I get back."
Shen Yuepo's tone was businesslike, devoid of any extraneous emotion.
Xiao Yizhou seemed a little disappointed, but he didn't insist: "Okay, I understand. We'll talk about it when you get back. You... be careful out there."
"Okay," Shen Yuepo replied and hung up the phone decisively.
She put away her phone and looked at Feng Jin again.
The other person still had a cold expression, and was now looking thoughtfully at the phone she had just put back in her pocket, his eyes deep and unfathomable, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.
As if remembering something, Shen Yuepo reached into his pocket and took out his phone again.
This action caused Feng Jin, who had been staring at her, to slightly change his gaze.
She unlocked the screen and handed her phone to Feng Jin, who was sitting opposite her. "Feng Jin, I don't have your number."
Feng Jin looked at the phone she handed him, then looked up at her eyes, which were devoid of any extra emotion.
The oppressive atmosphere surrounding him dissipated at a visible rate.
He didn't say anything, but simply reached out, took the phone, opened the contacts, and saved his number.
After doing all this, he did not immediately hand the phone back to Shen Yuepo.
His thumb hovered over the WeChat icon on his phone screen. He looked at Shen Yuepo again and asked casually, "Can I see your Moments?"
"Why?" Shen Yuepo asked, puzzled.
"I'm curious what ordinary people usually post." He said casually, as if it were just a passing fancy.
Shen Yuepo continued drinking her soup, and upon hearing this, nodded, "Okay."
She had assumed that if she asked Feng Jin to save her number, he would at least add her on WeChat, but the Emperor of Fengdu in front of her had only saved her number.
Feng Jin was unaware of her thoughts; he opened Shen Yuepo's WeChat.
Shen Yuepo's WeChat Moments posts are pitifully few, mostly consisting of his research on talismans and excerpts from ancient books.
Occasionally, a landscape photo or two are interspersed, and the text is so concise that it lacks any emotion, making it even more tedious than Shen Tu's work report.
Feng Jin's fingers slid across the paper at a fast pace, clearly showing little interest in academic content.
His gaze then fell on the contact list.
"Can anyone look at Shen Yuepo's body?" he suddenly asked, his voice low and emotionless, but his eyes seemed to sweep over Shen Yuepo.
Shen Yuepo paused slightly in the hand holding the spoon. "Hmm."
The light from the screen reflected in Feng Jin's eyes, and his slender fingers paused for a moment on the name "Xiao Yizhou".
He didn't click on it.
Just when Shen Yuepo thought he would actually check her friends' Moments, Feng Jin suddenly turned off the screen.
He handed the phone back to Shen Yuepo, his voice devoid of any emotion: "I suddenly don't want to watch anymore. It's boring."
Shen Yuepo: "...?"
She took the phone, looked at his face which had turned cold again, and a rare hint of doubt appeared in his usually cool eyes.
Why is this person angry again?
She put away her phone, wiped her mouth, stood up, and looked at Feng Jin: "I'm leaving."
Feng Jin gave a casual "hmm" without even lifting his eyelids.
This nonchalant response caused Shen Yuepo to pause slightly.
She stood before the table, and suddenly mimicked his tone from that day, asking, "You...don't you have anything to say?"
Feng Jin seemed surprised by her question and finally looked up at her.
The side hall fell silent again for a short while.
Feng Jin's gaze lingered on her face for a few seconds, as if he were seriously considering the question.
After a moment, he parted his thin lips slightly:
"What would you like for breakfast tomorrow?"
Shen Yuepo: "..."
So that's what he felt that morning—a feeling of frustration that he had no choice but to suppress.
Very good, she finally experienced it firsthand.
Shen Yuepo glanced at him, said nothing, turned around decisively, and walked quickly toward the palace gate without saying goodbye.
Feng Jin's voice came from behind: "Chen Yuepo, are you angry?"
Shen Yuepo left the side hall without turning her head.
...
The following morning, Blackwind Village was shrouded in a thin mist.
Shen Yuepo pushed open the door, and a blast of cold air hit her face.
She was already fully dressed: a close-fitting fleece-lined thermal undershirt and a thick windproof jacket.
To make it easier to move around, she neatly tied her long hair into a high ponytail, revealing her smooth forehead and slender neck.
She appeared capable and aloof, a stark contrast to the desolate and oppressive environment.
"Good morning, Master Shen!"
Wu Feng's voice was visibly tired, and there were dark circles under his eyes.
Since those three, along with their teammates, went missing in Heifeng'ao, he has been ordered to review the situation day and night, and the pressure is almost overwhelming him.
Wu Feng walked over carrying a steaming bag, the morning chill causing white mist to rise from his breath: "It's chilly in the mountains, let's eat something to tide us over?"
The plastic bag contained meat buns that the team members had driven to town to buy; the buns were still glistening with oil.
Shen Yuepo did not refuse, thanked him, and accepted the gift.
She stood under the old eaves and quickly finished the steamed bun.
After finishing her meal, Shen Yuepo began packing her backpack.
She hesitated for a moment. She originally planned to put all the equipment into the Reincarnation Ring, but considering that the strange magnetic field of Black Wind Pass might interfere with spatial magic, she finally decided to carry everything on her body.
Just as he fastened his harness, Wu Feng arrived with ten fully armed team members.
These people were dressed in uniform black combat suits, well-equipped, and solemn, clearly elites from the Special Cases Investigation Department.
Each of them carried a bulging backpack and held a specially made detector and weapons in their hands. Their eyes were all focused on Shen Yuepo, scrutinizing her.
“Master Shen,” Wu Feng began, his tone solemn, “this is the team member who will be assisting you in this operation.”
"They are all top performers in the team, having experienced twenty-seven Class A paranormal events. They are professionally trained and possess a certain level of resistance and experience in dealing with unusual energies. They will fully cooperate with you in the search for the missing person..."
"No need," Shen Yuepo interrupted decisively.
Upon hearing this, the ten team members' faces showed astonishment and confusion.
One of the burly, bald team members, with an arrogant look in his eyes, suddenly frowned and almost blurted out:
"No need? You little brat, do you know how many people Black Wind Ravine has swallowed up this month? With your skinny arms and legs..."
"Zhang Meng!" Wu Feng shouted sharply, his stern gaze instantly fixing on the bald team member.
Zhang Meng's next words were abruptly cut off. He stiffened his neck, his face full of resentment, but in the end, he didn't dare to utter another sound.
He simply stared intently at Shen Yuepo with a skeptical gaze.
Wu Feng turned to Shen Yuepo, his expression complex, his tone filled with worry:
"Master Shen, are you sure? I told you about the situation inside Black Wind Pass yesterday; it's no joke. Those three masters and our previous men..."
He paused, not saying the words "missing," but the meaning was clear: "More people means more strength, and there will be someone to help in case of emergencies."
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