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Ling Feng is dead?
My hand trembled, and the drink in front of me spilled over. The transparent liquid flowed from the cup, dripping along the patterned surface of the table, but I was oblivious to it, my mind consumed by those four words.
In an instant, a thousand questions swirled in my head, yet I found myself unable to utter a single one.
Although my familiarity with Ling Feng was nowhere near that of Lin You, he was still a good friend and classmate. He was the captain of the Basketball Club, and just before, Molin and I had gone to rescue him. Who would have thought that in the end, he couldn't escape death?
My lips parted and closed several times, finally I gritted my teeth and asked, "Does Xiao You know about this?"
"She knows."
Su Ziqian's answer tightened my chest again. My fingertips clenched slightly as they touched the cold lemonade, feeling as icy as ice itself.
"She... she didn't say anything to me."
These past few days, due to Jun Chong's incident, I hadn't spoken to Lin You, so I had no idea what was happening on her end. My words carried an infinite sense of regret and grievance.
"When Ling Feng died, she was right there. The police investigation into Ling Feng's death is closely tied to her." Su Ziqian's sudden statement shocked me so much that I almost stood up from my chair. "H-how could this be? I saw Aunt Lin and Uncle yesterday; they didn't seem to know anything was wrong with Lin You."
Su Ziqian looked up at me for a moment. The curve of his lips seemed unchanged—not quite a smile, yet resembling one, filled with an inscrutable quality.
"Xiao You is my girlfriend. Naturally, I want to help her with whatever I can. It's just that during this time, she hasn't been able to contact you. She asked me to tell you that she's fine and that you will see each other soon; she wants you not to worry."
"How can one not worry in a situation like this?" Just thinking about it made my heart race. She was all alone abroad, without anyone familiar around her, facing such circumstances—how could she get through it unscathed? Even if everything seemed fine on the surface, she must be suffering inside.
After knowing her for so many years, I should understand this much.
"I have to go see her," I said, standing up from my chair, eager to call Shizui to help me book a flight. I couldn't just pretend I didn't know anything about what was happening to Lin You.
"Sit down," Su Ziqian said, grabbing my hand. His grip, though seemingly weak, had an undeniable strength that forced me back into my seat.
"If you go see her and she really is in jail, are you going to take responsibility for that? I'm only telling you this; I'll handle the rest," Su Ziqian continued, his beautiful eyes glinting with a deep intensity. "When you start working at the Su Family, I'll arrange for you two to meet."
"Then I'll go to work right now."
"Hey, have you thought this through? You were so reluctant before," Su Ziqian scoffed, his disdain evident in his tone. "Gu Anxin, what I need is a calm and capable employee who can contribute to their work, not someone who gets personally involved. I hope you can consider this carefully."
He took a hundred-dollar bill from his wallet and placed it on the table before standing up. With his long fingers, he tapped the surface lightly. "Xiao You doesn't want to see your worries for her."
After saying that, he left. I stared blankly at the table, covering my face with my hands as I cried.
No matter how many times I tried calling Lin You, her phone was off. I didn't dare ask her parents directly; I was afraid they would worry if they found out. So I asked around indirectly and discovered that they truly didn't know anything.
What shocked me even more was that Ling Feng's parents were also unaware of his situation, which made me feel even worse.
While keeping them in the dark might be a good thing, it was something they would find harder to accept than the truth itself. Yet I couldn't bring myself to tell them what was really going on.
When I returned to Shizui's shop with swollen eyes, I saw Shizui smiling as he walked toward the back. He seemed to be in a good mood lately. This time, Molin had come here without clashing with him. Although they didn't talk much and Molin still wore that cold expression, it was clear that Shizui was happy.
To quote Molin, "I'm back this time to help out big time; of course he has to treat me well."
As soon as I entered, Tian Yuan rushed over to me, tilting his little head up with concern. "Anxin, why are you crying? Did that man bully you?"
"I knew he wasn't a good person!" Molin chimed in as he approached us, rolling up his sleeves. "Come on, I'll help you get revenge!"
Seeing how much they cared for me, the tears I had been holding back flowed out again. I desperately tried to suppress them and smiled while shaking my head. "I'm fine. He didn't bully me; he just—"
"Just what?"
"Just told you that Ling Feng is dead."
Jun Chong walked out from inside, moving slowly as he tied his hair back with a headband. He then sat down on the sofa and beckoned me with his finger. I looked at him in surprise and asked eagerly, "How did you know?"
"I sensed he was looking for you, so I came to check."
"So you were tailing him," Molin chuckled. "Jun Chong, are you a stalker or a peeper?"
Jun Chong raised an eyebrow, a frosty look appearing on his face. Molin shivered and suddenly grabbed Tian Yuan by the scruff of its neck. Tian Yuan yelped but couldn't resist. Seeing Jun Chong's displeased frown, it froze and allowed itself to be held by Molin, who took the opportunity to tease it.
"Jun Chong, do you really think Ling Feng is dead? Is it really related to Xiao You?"
I walked over to Jun Chong, feeling genuinely sad about Ling Feng's death and worried about Lin You's situation.
"What? Related to Xiao You?" Molin exclaimed in shock. "What happened?"
"I'm not sure either; that's what Su Ziqian said."
Jun Chong took my hand, enveloping it in his larger one. "Ling Feng should have died long ago. You and Molin accidentally saved him when he was meant to die. There's a saying: 'When the King of Hell calls for you at midnight, who dares let you live until dawn?' This incident was merely fate."
"Is that true?" Molin muttered. "I didn't know it would turn out like this."
Jun Chong defended himself, looking discontentedly at Molin. "You're a practitioner; can't you see the aura of someone about to die?"
"I don't have Yin-Yang Eyes, and it was so dark back then that I couldn't see a thing."
"Stop talking," I interrupted. "Since his death is inevitable, why drag Xiao You into this? She's innocent, out there all alone, and I'm really worried. Although Su Ziqian said he would help her, who knows if that's true? After all, they only knew each other for a few days before deciding to be in a relationship, and not long after that, Xiao You went abroad. To be honest, I don't really trust Su Ziqian."
"It's better not to trust him," Jun Chong said, clearly pleased with my words. He tightened his grip on me and pulled me to sit beside him. His fingers tangled in my hair, twisting it around as he played with it while speaking. "I’m not sure if Lin You is behind this; after all, I’m not around. But if possible, Anxin, I hope you won't contact her anymore."
"Why?"
Jun Chong frowned slightly. "You'll understand in time."
"I—"
"And about the dead case outside, you'd better not get involved," Jun Chong interrupted me, shooting a warning glance at Molin. "If you want to get involved, do it yourself; don’t drag Anxin into it. Tomorrow is the first day of the month, the new moon. I'll start my retreat from midnight tonight. Anxin, you stay here or at home; don’t go anywhere."
"Tch. I can handle it myself; bringing her along will just complicate things."
Molin snorted and turned away, glancing back at me with a knowing look as he left. I understood he wanted me to wait until Jun Chong's retreat was over before going out.
But Jun Chong narrowed his eyes at me as if waiting for my answer. I swallowed hard and forced a smile. "I promise I'll behave."
Even though I said that, Jun Chong didn’t set up any barriers to stop me from leaving. When midnight arrived and Jun Chong left shortly after, there was a knock on the door that persisted for a long time. When I didn’t answer, I heard a loud bang as the door was pushed open.
Molin tossed aside the wire he had in his hand and turned on the bedroom light. "It's about time; let’s go wait for the Ghost Bus."
I knew he was the one who came in but didn’t expect him to be bold enough to unlock the door like that; his skill indicated it wasn’t his first time. Thankfully, I was dressed decently in my pajamas and had covered myself well with the blanket.
I shot him a glare and said, "I'm not going; Jun Chong will be angry."
"Come on!" Molin lazily leaned against the door, scratching his nose as he said, "If he really didn't want you to go out, he should have locked your feet. Since nothing's happened, a verbal guarantee is just empty talk. Hurry up, I found out some things today. If we don't leave soon, we'll have to wait until tomorrow."
As he approached the bed, I panicked and pulled the covers over myself, retreating repeatedly until I could no longer hold back. " Molin, enough! I'm a woman, you're a man. Don't you have any sense of propriety? Get out!"
"Are you going to change your clothes or not? Are you coming with me?" Molin suddenly adopted a mischievous demeanor, reaching out as if to pull my blanket away. "Tonight, Shizui and Jun Chong are both gone, and I've locked the fox up. Let's see who can save you now!"
"…"
I was utterly speechless. Covering my head with the blanket, I shouted, "Fine! You go out first; I'll be right there."
"You should have said that earlier! It saves me from playing the bad guy; it's pointless." He swaggered out, sighing dramatically, "I'm clearly a good person."
" Molin, I curse you to never find love in your life!"
But despite my words, as I stepped onto the dark street, I felt a pang of guilt. I knew Jun Chong would definitely find out, so if the Ghost Bus hadn't arrived yet, I should still have time to go back.
Just as I hesitated, Molin grabbed my right hand and locked it with a black chain.
"What are you doing locking me up?"
"This is the Ghost Chain; once it's on, it will cover your vitality with negative energy." Molin turned his gaze to the left, and I suddenly saw two figures standing behind a license plate—a man and a woman. "I made two realistic Paper Men to transfer our vitality onto them and blend into the Ghost Bus to see who's causing trouble."
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