Chapter 122 Out of sight, out of mind... temporarily relieved
Shen Yuepo returned to the house she had stayed in the day before, walked to the old table, and put down the food bag that Wu Feng had given her.
She rummaged through it and found several buckets of common instant noodles, as well as some compressed biscuits and high-calorie energy bars.
Although there was no hot water for showering, thankfully the room was equipped with an old-fashioned electric kettle.
The kettle was filled with water and boiled, emitting a deep hum that was particularly clear in the quiet room.
While waiting for the water to boil, Shen Yuepo habitually took out his phone.
There was no signal at all in Heifeng'ao, but there was still a weak signal of one or two bars at the edge of the village.
She unlocked her screen and subconsciously opened WeChat, wanting to ask Lin Yanxin how Li Yao's soul was being nurtured and if there were any abnormalities.
However, in the message list, the pinned chat box suddenly had an unfamiliar contact.
The profile picture is pure black, an unfathomable black.
The username is simple and straightforward, consisting of only three characters: I am wealth.
Shen Yuepo's fingertip paused on the screen.
Her gaze slowly shifted to her WeChat name—"Poor Taoist Loves Money".
Shen Yuepo: "..."
Who are they taking advantage of?
She glanced at the added time, which was the time she parted ways with Feng Jin. Even a fool could tell who had done this.
It turns out that saying I wanted to see her WeChat Moments that day was just a pretext...
Shen Yuepo suddenly felt a little irritated.
What does this Fengdu Emperor mean?
Was it because the long years were too boring, and she was used as a pastime? Or... something deeper?
Before meeting him, she always thought that she had cultivated the highest level of detachment from emotions, and that her heart should be as calm as an ancient well, free from all thoughts.
She can show pity to all living beings, offer them help, or remain indifferent.
But only towards Feng Jin...
Shen Yuepo frowned slightly.
It seems... that they are particularly tolerant.
Tolerating his approach, tolerating his touch...
Could it be because he's good-looking that I'm particularly tolerant of him?
The moment the thought crossed his mind, Shen Yuepo abruptly extinguished it.
How could someone who cultivates Taoism be so superficial?
Thoughts are like pebbles thrown into water; those vague ideas appear and disappear beneath the surface, yet vanish as quickly as fish swimming by.
I can't figure it out, and I can't explain it.
"Tsk."
Shen Yuepo clicked her tongue in annoyance.
trouble.
She stared at the black avatar and the words "I am Cai" for a few seconds, her fingertip hovering over the screen.
The kettle tripped with a "click," and the water boiled.
White steam billowed out, making a "whooshing" sound.
It spread instantly, blurring the phone screen and the glaring profile picture on it.
Shen Yuepo immediately snapped out of her daze and placed her phone face down on the table.
Out of sight, out of mind... temporarily relieved.
Shen Yuepo had only placed his phone screen-down on the table for a few seconds when his fingertips hovered above the instant noodle cup.
That inexplicable sense of unease lingered like the lingering steam in a kettle, barely perceptible.
She frowned, as if she were sulking with someone, and then grabbed her phone again.
The screen was still lit, and the pure black avatar and the words "I am Cai" caught my eye again.
Shen Yuepo remained expressionless as she opened the profile page of the unfamiliar contact and swiped her finger across the notes section.
A few seconds later, the original "I am wealth" was deleted and replaced with: "[Fengdu Poor Ghost]".
Looking at the new nickname, Shen Yuepo's inexplicable frustration seemed to dissipate a little.
Hmm, much better looking now.
Only then did she put down her phone with satisfaction, focusing on pouring water, pressing down the lid of the instant noodle cup, and letting the steam slowly soften the noodles.
Just covered tightly —
"Buzz buzz buzz!"
The phone vibrated violently on the old wooden table, and the screen lit up, displaying a WeChat voice call invitation.
—From [The Poor Ghost of Fengdu].
Shen Yuepo's brow twitched.
I'm busy, I don't have time.
Without even looking, she deftly tapped the hang-up button with her fingertip.
The world is peaceful now.
She had just picked up her fork, ready to wait for the noodles to soak.
"Buzz buzz buzz!"
The phone started vibrating again, the sound particularly jarring in the quiet little room.
This time, the incoming call displayed on the screen was no longer a WeChat voice message, but a directly dialed mobile phone number.
The note clearly shows two words: Feng Jin.
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