Chapter 264 "You are here." "I am...
After some thought, Wen Yu raised two fingers in front of him, closed his eyes and concentrated, saying:
"Mengpo Wenyu from the Reincarnation Division summons Lord Wuchang for questioning."
But as soon as he said this, Wen Yu belatedly remembered where he was.
But it seems a little late to think about it now.
Wen Yu was stunned for a moment, then quickly opened her eyes and looked at Yu Chang beside her with a slightly bewildered look.
The latter held the teacup, and a crack seemed to appear on his usually calm and composed brows.
Logically speaking, Zhizhi, Wenheng and others are all younger members of the family and know everything about her, so they would not be troubled by her identity.
But was she still crossing the line by summoning the Black and White Impermanence in front of everyone?
"Aunt, please do as you please." Wen Heng smiled, looking completely understanding. "It's no problem."
After all, they have known about their aunt's deeds since they were young.
These stories about demons and ghosts had already taken root in their hearts. In addition, they had also met the second uncle of the Wen family, so they didn't find it strange at all.
"Ah! Are there really Black and White Impermanence in this world?" Wen Bao clapped his hands and leaned into Song Zhuo's arms. "Second Brother Song, I'm so scared."
"Wen Fusheng." Song Zhuo put a finger on Wen Bao's forehead to suppress her exaggerated expression. "I'll ask my brother to protect you."
"Song Xuechuan, stop trying to scare me." Wen Bao said, his arms folded, like a grown-up. "Brother Jiming is still in Shangdu, a long way off."
Song Zhuo was silent and stopped arguing with her.
Wen Bao has been a fearless person since he was young. Among his peers, apart from Sister Heng, he is the only one who listens to his brother Song Jiming.
"Is it really a fox?" Wen Liangyi asked doubtfully, circling around Su Jianbai. "Really?"
"Chen Xiaodao, what are you watching?" Su Jianbai dodged behind Chen Zhizhi and said, "Why don't you save me?"
Chen Zhizhi crossed his arms and snorted nonchalantly, "Who cares about you?"
Then he straightened his expression and nodded affirmatively to Wen Yu, "Don't worry, auntie. These guys probably want to broaden their horizons more than they are afraid."
Wen Yu frowned, and when Chen Zhizhi finished speaking, she turned to look at Yu Chang beside her.
"Do what you want." Yu Chang's eyes were calm and his tone was gentle, showing his consistent support for Wen Yu.
After receiving a positive answer, Wen Yu no longer hesitated and raised two fingers in front of her. When a green light appeared, she whispered, "Meng Po Wen Yu from the Samsara Division—"
Before he could finish his words, a strange gust of cold wind blew in. The tightly closed doors and windows did not move at all, but a man's answering voice came through the wall.
"It's the former Meng Po——"
Before everyone could react, Xie Bian, dressed in white, with the words "You're here" written on his head, appeared out of thin air on the table next to Wen Yu.
"Little Wenzi..." Xie Bian picked up a piece of butterfly cake and tossed it in his hands, swinging his legs while waving at Wen Yu with a smile, "How are you?"
In the past, they had at least jokingly called her "Mrs. Meng Po," but now, having just resigned from her position, she had been reduced to a mere "little Wen Zi"...
The corners of Wen Yu's lips twitched uncontrollably.
"Xie, Bi, An." She enunciated each word, gritting her teeth.
But Xie Bian, who was used to joking with Wen Yu, would never take her harmless "warning" to heart. He glanced at the arrangements around him and turned a deaf ear to Wen Yu's words.
"Eh? There's tea? Did you know I was coming?" Xie Bian tapped his fingertips on the table, but he didn't make any himself. Instead, he called out as if it was a matter of course, "Wujiu."
Before he finished speaking, Fan Wujiu, dressed in a black robe, came like a puff of smoke and instantly transformed into his true form beside Xie Bian. There were four big characters on his head:
Catching you.
This person was even more rude. Without even saying a word to Wen Yu, he raised his sleeve to get a cup and add hot tea to Xie Bian.
His movements were smooth and coherent, and one could tell that they were the result of being enslaved by Xie Bian for a long time.
Wen Yu held his forehead helplessly.
Seeing Xie Bian pinching the water chestnut cup with two fingers, taking a cautious sip, he then seemed to relax, pursed his lips and smiled, "Not bad, not bad, much better than your Mengpo soup."
The crowd who had been holding their breath and huddling aside couldn't help laughing when Xie Bian said this, and then they could hear Chen Zhizhi's whispers.
"What does Meng Po soup taste like?" Chen Zhizhi asked curiously.
She really seemed unaware that although she was only half human, half demon, she had the ability to live forever. Without entering the cycle of reincarnation, she would naturally not experience the taste of Meng Po soup.
Wen Liangyi shrugged, "When I return to the underworld, I will definitely taste it for you."
"What are you talking about?" Wen Heng slapped Wen Liangyi on the lips. "Children's words are careless and will be blown away by the wind. Bah! Bah! Bah!"
Wen Bao, who was still in Song Zhuo's arms, couldn't help clapping and laughing when he saw this, but Song Zhuo's eyes darkened and he was not very happy.
Wen Liangyi, who appeared to be brave on the surface, could only shrink his neck obediently in front of Wen Heng and spit a few times as he was told.
Su Jianbai looked at everyone laughing and chatting in perfect harmony, and suddenly felt that the candied haws in his arms no longer smelled fragrant or sweet.
He kind of missed Qingqiu... wanted to have Su...
But when he thought about how furious his mother would be and how his father would even try to take sides, Su Jianbai suddenly shook his shoulders and came to his senses.
It doesn’t matter whether it’s the human world or not.
Letting everyone play around, Wen Yu turned to Xie Bian alone.
"Alright." Wen Yu frowned slightly, then straightened his expression. "I have something else to ask you."
"Look at her?" Xie Bian pulled Fan Wujiu's sleeve and shook it, as if he had heard some shocking secrets. "But after drinking a little of her tea, she was too late to send anyone else."
Fan Wujiu's face was calm, but the corners of his lips curled up slightly. He looked towards Wen Yu along with Xie Bian.
"It means to summon ghosts." Wen Yu raised his eyebrows and corrected.
Xie Bian pursed his lips and glanced at Wen Yu with a look of resentment and anger.
This girl Wen Yu really refuses to suffer any loss. Just because someone said she was the former Meng Po, she quickly retorted that he was a ghost.
"How can there be such a handsome and suave ghost as me!" Xie Bian raised his hands to threaten Wen Yu, even sticking out his long bloody tongue, "Awoo——"
In just a moment, Fan Wujiu quickly covered Xie Bian's mouth and made the long tongue disappear into thin air.
Looking through the inner room, there were children around seven or eight years old.
Fan Wujiu gave Xie Bian a slightly reproachful look, and the latter immediately put on his appearance and stopped fooling around.
But Xie Bian has always been a restless person. He settled down for less than a moment before turning to Yu Chang on his right and waving his sleeves, saying, "Hey, your pet little white dragon is still here—"
"I'm not." Yu Chang frowned and retorted unhappily.
Xie Bian frowned and leaned back, poking Wen Yu with his elbow, "Isn't it Little White Dragon?"
"Not a pet, I am her--" Yu Chang paused and did not say those two words.
A strange tingling sensation passed through Yu Chang's heart, and he frowned and turned his head away unconsciously.
In the hundreds of years that he has been at the Rebirth Inn of the Samsara Department, he has never been able to defeat Xie Bian.
It is better to remain silent than to talk to him.
"Her? Her what?" Xie Bian was interested, his eyebrows raised high, "Tell me about it——"
He could vaguely guess what Yu Chang wanted to say, but he knew it was useless.
Such a taciturn person must speak out in person, otherwise, with Wen Yu's persistence in pretending to be deaf and dumb, even if he continues for another three hundred years, it will not work.
Yu Chang understood about 80% of Xie Bian's intention, but he hesitated again and again and still couldn't say it out loud, so he could only remain silent.
"Xiao Wenzi, look at him--" Xie Bian turned around and complained to Wen Yu.
Wen Yu was both angry and amused, and couldn't help but change the subject. "So much for that. How about we talk about the latest Huangquan Monthly article, 'The Lonely and Brilliant God: Are the Black and White Impermanence Really Having an Affair?'"
Although she resigned from the Reincarnation Department, she was still as well-informed about the gossips in the underworld as ever.
Recently, the gossip about Xie Bian and Fan Wujiu has been circulating widely. Even she, who is far away in the Temple of Spring, has heard about it. How could it be just groundless rumors?
These words were just as Wen Yu expected.
Xie Bian immediately jumped off the table and stood up straight. His whole body was like a taut string. His wandering eyes swept around randomly, and he didn't even bother to refute Wen Yu's words.
Fan Wujiu, who was standing on the side, subconsciously raised his sleeves to protect Xie Bian almost at the same time when Xie Bian jumped down.
His usually stern and silent face even revealed a strange...
Because Xie Bian and Fan Wujiu were on the same business, they were used to going in and out together. In addition, Xie Bian always had a restless mouth and was always making jokes. Fan Wujiu should have been accustomed to being with him.
But right now...
Wen Yu's originally joking smile froze, and her gaze shifted back and forth between the two of them.
She wouldn't get it for real, would she?
"I know that! The storybook says—" Wen Liangyi took a quick step towards Wen Yu, "Mmm—"
Chen Zhizhi raised her sleeve and pushed him back to where he was. With a smile on her face, she said to everyone, "Auntie, ignore him."
Amid his indistinct protests, Wen Heng pursed her lips and chuckled. She covered Wen Bao's ears and told Song Zhuo not to listen any further.
"Ahem." Wen Yu coughed lightly to cover her mouth and turned her face away slightly. "Xie Bian, I really have something important to do."
Xie Bian's bloodless face flushed suspiciously, and he stammered, "Then why don't you... tell me quickly."
"When I was in Jiangyang Prefecture, I had an old friend named Mu Tong."
Wen Yu frowned and thought carefully, feeling very confused.
"I want to know where he ended up and what became of him."
"Mu Tong?" Xie Bian waved his whisk and confirmed with the person beside him, "No problem."
Fan Wujiu nodded, and then he also raised the whisk in his hand. After a flash of mysterious light, a thick list was spread out in his hand.
As the pages were flipped through, they made a rustling sound.
Chen Zhizhi stretched his neck and couldn't help looking towards Fan Wujiu.
It was clearly a book created by magic, but it felt real when I flipped through it.
"It's just a trifle." Su Jianbai folded his arms and approached Chen Zhizhi, muttering softly, "I have a ton of magic weapons like this. I can find whatever you want to see."
…
Chen Zhizhi glanced at Su Jianbai unhappily and was too lazy to respond to him.
"Wenyu." Fan Wujiu closed the list and concluded, "There is no such person."
"What?" Wen Yu suddenly became confused, suspecting she had misheard. "There's no such person?"
Hearing this, Xie Bian also raised his eyebrows.
Wujiu never makes mistakes, but...
He quickly walked to Fan Wujiu's side, checked the list again, and after confirming it again and again, he looked at Wen Yu in surprise.
"There really isn't the Mu Tong you're talking about." Xie Bian pondered for a moment, as if something had occurred to him. "Besides, you were already working at the Samsara Department at the time, so you should be the one who knows best whether or not this person existed on the Naihe Bridge."
After hearing this, Wen Yu began to think carefully about it.
There are countless souls and resentful ghosts on the Naihe Bridge, and countless mortals have been saved, but it seems that Mu Tong is not among them...
"How could this be..." Wen Yu murmured, not knowing whether he was asking Xie Bian or himself.
Where did Lord Mu go later and what happened?
Wen Yu sighed as he glanced at everyone in the hall.
Everyone had a home before, except Lord Mu, who had no news at all.
Different from Wen Yu's confusion, Yu Chang's eyes moved and he keenly noticed something.
If there was no such person on the Naihe Bridge, wouldn't it be the same as what happened that day...
Yu Chang's face remained calm as he silently recited that inexplicably familiar name—
Mu Tong.
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