Chapter 50 Hello, Is This Takeaway?
When Shen Wangshu returned to the office, only Gu Qingyan was there.
Gu Qingyan extended his hand to her, pulled her to sit beside him, and explained: "It is the Si family, a family of metaphysics. ME has been using their talismans, which are quite useful."
"When ME was first established, I met Mr. Si, and he brought his little granddaughter with him."
Shen Wangshu smiled: "It's quite cute."
"Well, I came to find you."
"I know. I came to see her."
"You came to see her?" Gu Qingyan pulled out a piece of paper from the ones he had confiscated in class. "What about this one?"
The words on the note were from Shen Wangshu.
——I haven’t registered for a major yet, so I’m just trying to take half a class.
Gu Qingyan asked, "How is your studies going? Are you considering enrolling in my major?"
Shen Wangshu shook his head: “Teacher Gu, your class is too difficult.”
Gu Qingyan: "I can teach you."
Shen Wangshu finally understood why Gu Lingyun disliked Gu Qingyan's class so much.
Shen Wangshu: "I'm hungry."
Saying "I'm hungry" is worth more than anything else.
Shen Wangshu was also lucky enough to eat in the school cafeteria, and he used Gu Qingyan's card to pay.
As for Gu Qingyan, while having dinner with Chen Wangshu, he received two calls.
busy.
It's really busy.
"What are your plans for the afternoon?"
Shen Wangshu: "Unemployed, school dropouts, no plans."
Gu Qingyan: "You can go shopping with Shaohua."
Shen Wangshu: “Then I’d better stay in school.”
"I've already arranged for your admission, but the student dormitories are full." Gu Qingyan took out a bunch of keys and said, "This is the teacher's apartment. You can go there to rest."
Shen Wangshu reached out and took it.
Gu Qingyan suggested again: "Stay with me?"
Shen Wangshu took the key and said, “Mr. Gu, why do I feel like it’s you who’s deflated the balloon?”
Gu Qingyan wanted to say a few more words when Shen Wangshu pushed her into the car: "Bye."
6pm.
Shen Wangshu woke up from the teacher's apartment and went to the cafeteria to swipe his card to eat.
Gu Lingyun accompanied him.
Gu Lingyun was 17 years old and was admitted by skipping a grade.
Hearing that Shen Wangshu was going to return to school, he strongly recommended: “Sister-in-law, please apply for my major. I’ve checked, and my major has few courses and it’s easy.”
Gu Lingyun then refuted her own point: "Forget it. Being pregnant is hard enough, and attending classes would be even harder. My brother is such a fool. Why did he let you go back to school?"
Shen Wangshu put down his chopsticks: “Don’t go out after nine o’clock tonight, and cancel your classmates’ social gathering.”
Gu Lingyun looked left and right, then moved closer to Shen Wangshu and asked in a low voice, "Sister-in-law, is it really going to rain heavily and blow strongly?"
"Um."
Gu Lingyun even took out his cell phone to take a look. No matter which weather forecast it was, it showed that it would not rain in three hours.
He searched for comments online.
Those who believe believe, and those who don’t believe don’t believe at all.
Many netizens also left messages on the Meteorological Bureau’s account.
Ask if the weather forecast is wrong.
The Mohist school is a family of Taoist divination.
Mr. Mo, who was fortune-telling, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
His disciples hurried forward: "Master."
Master Mo quickly grabbed his first disciple's hand and said, "This is a sign of great disaster, a sign of great disaster. Something is about to appear. Go find Si Hui and Rong Tian. This thing is not something we can deal with."
The Xuanmen families don't get along with each other.
It is common for you to look down on me and for me to look down on you.
But today, they calculated the signs of a great disaster at the same time.
It was posted on the accounts of several Xuanmen families.
"Everyone, lock your doors and windows. Don't go out, even if you have to."
There are also some independent-minded “old gods” who wipe their beards and sneer: “Listen to me, nothing will happen tonight.”
After a busy day, Gu Qingyan originally planned to get home around eight o'clock.
It's half past eight and he's sitting in the ME building.
Next to him was the replay of Xuan Yue’s live broadcast.
In my ears, I could hear the quarrels among the major Xuanmen families.
The belligerents advocated fighting, while the cautious ones advocated avoiding fighting, and the argument was evenly matched.
He glanced at his phone.
It’s been a day and I haven’t received a call from Shen Wangshu.
However, after Shen Wangshu left school, he came to ME and took away the five coffins he had brought out from Wuming Village.
Gu Qingyan stood up from the chair.
Looking out from the floor-to-ceiling windows.
The moon is bright and the stars are sparse outside. It is a good night for stargazing.
It doesn't look like a sign of heavy rain or strong wind.
To explain it scientifically, there are no clouds tonight, so there are no conditions for artificial rainfall.
However, Gu Qingyan still chose to cooperate with Shen Wangshu.
8:50 pm.
The paper page he'd been live-streaming for a day was sallow. He bared his yellow teeth and said pessimistically, "Hahaha, that old Biden from Xuan Yue is still pretending to be a master. There are still ten minutes left, and there's no sign of rain."
That's what I said.
But in his rental house, the talisman paper was still pasted on the head of his bed.
During the day, this talisman paper only absorbed the old man's blood, and did not absorb any blood from other people.
The key is that this talisman cannot be torn off, as if it has merged with the wall.
Zhang Zhiye attacked indiscriminately: "That old man is also Old Biden. It's not me who hurt his hand. Old Biden also smashed my room. Damn it, if you have the guts, go find Xuan Yue."
"I'm putting this here today. Xuan Yue's house is going to collapse today. Yes, I said it."
8:55 pm.
The delivery guy saw a young man holding an umbrella walking towards him on the empty road.
His appearance was so indescribably handsome that the delivery guy was stunned.
The young man passed by him and said to him, "Hurry back, there will be no takeout tonight."
The delivery guy took a look and found that all major food delivery apps had stopped accessing them.
In the night sky with a bright moon and sparse stars, the boy suddenly opened his umbrella.
In an instant, a drop of rain fell from the sky.
The wind suddenly rose.
The delivery guy hurriedly rode his bike towards home, and when he looked back, the boy with the umbrella was no longer on the road.
His eyes widened as he rode his bike and took a video.
Title: I think I saw Xuan Yue.
An old house.
There was no light, but candles and incense sticks were burning everywhere.
The walls were covered with spells drawn in blood.
There was a coffin placed in the middle of the room. The coffin was blood red all over, and coagulated black blood was dripping from it. There were banging sounds coming from inside the coffin.
The old man was still bleeding.
Ren Liu advised: "Old Ancestor, I have fought against Xuan Yue before. My ghost puppet couldn't beat Tao Ke who was beside him. Maybe he is the same sorcerer as us."
"Wait a few more minutes. If we wake that thing now, our century-long plan will be ruined."
The old man shouted angrily, "He's trying to boost others' ambitions but ruining his own prestige. He's been tricked by that scoundrel. I'm going to make sure he dies a miserable death."
Ren Bai saw that the ancestor was still drawing talismans, and the whole room was filled with the cries of wronged souls.
He bowed and was about to leave.
There was a knock on the door.
The old man and Ren Bai looked towards the door together.
The rain came down in torrents.
It seemed to drown out the cries of the wronged souls in this room.
At the same time, a crisp sound came from outside the door.
"Hello, is this takeout?"
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