This girl, who has been living in fear every day up to eighteen, has no time to play games.
She probably just started learning recently. It’s no wonder her skills are so poor.
After watching for a while, Chen Yan couldn’t take it anymore and turned to leave the room.
With these two girls’ skills...
After playing for a whole night, his account would probably be demoted by Young Lady Gu tomorrow!
He returned to his small bedroom, lay down on the bed, and was scrolling through his phone when he suddenly sat up.
Outside, hurried footsteps sounded on the road, followed by someone knocking on the courtyard door and shouting.
"Brother Xiao Yan, Brother Xiao Yan!"
Chen Yan recognized Chuyi’s voice. He got up and, wearing slippers, went to the courtyard to open the door. Outside, Chuyi looked anxious, and his clothes were all crooked.
"Chuyi? What’s wrong?"
"I, my master... my master..." Chuyi panted and stammered, "My master is gone."
Chen Yan was stunned.
Didn’t they say he was sick during the day, got an IV drip, and was supposed to rest for a few days?
How long has it been, and now he’s gone?!
"How did he suddenly disappear? Didn’t you take him to the hospital? What illness, what symptoms?"
Chen Yan asked several questions in one breath.
Chuyi blanked out for a moment, then realized what Chen Yan meant and hurriedly waved his hand: "No, no, it’s not that, Brother Xiao Yan.
My master didn’t die; he’s just disappeared."
Chen Yan slapped his forehead with a strange expression.
Alright, so the Dragon Country Language is indeed profound.
My old lady didn’t pass away; she went away.
Chuyi’s master didn’t die; he disappeared.
"You mean he’s... disappeared, like he’s missing? Is that it?"
"Yes! Yes, missing! Missing!" Chuyi nodded quickly.
"How could a perfectly good person just vanish? Did he go out at night and get lost outside?"
Chuyi, anxious and sweating, was already slow-brained and tongue-tied. In his hurry, he couldn’t get the words out properly, stomping and gesturing until he finally made sense.
Chuyi’s master, the old monk in the wild monastery on the mountain, had not been in good health since the beginning of winter, often falling ill.
The old monk had always had asthma, a condition that flared up every winter. So Chuyi didn’t think much of it and called the barefoot doctor from the village to administer an IV drip.
Based on past experience, he’d recover slowly after a few days of rest with the IV drip.
But this time, after a few days of rest, he still looked frail and sickly.
Chuyi, a simple and honest man, diligently took care of the old monk every day, never slacking in serving tea and water, chopping wood, and even going down to the village to collect some festival supplies.
The old monk had always been lying in bed, barely moving except for necessities.
Before going to bed tonight, Chuyi had checked on his master, reassuring himself that the old monk was asleep before returning to his own room to rest.
In the middle of the night, Chuyi woke up needing to use the toilet. As he passed the old monk’s room, he thought of checking the heater in his master’s room, worried that the old man might get cold in this snowy weather.
But when he opened the door, the bed was empty!
A living person, so sick he could barely walk.
In the middle of the night, in the bedroom of the mountain monastery, had just vanished into thin air!
"Checked both inside and outside the monastery?"
"Checked. No sign of him!"
Chen Yan looked at Chuyi’s sweaty forehead. It was evident that this guy was extremely worried.
This kid didn’t even have a phone at the monastery... the only phone there was with the old monk. With the old monk missing, Chuyi couldn’t even unlock the phone screen... he couldn’t call for help.
So he ran into the village to find someone to help. In the dead of night, he was clueless about whom to turn to.
Two names actually came to his mind.
One was the old village chief, the other name was Chen Yan!
These two people were the only ones Chuyi knew who were good to him.
But comparing the two, Chuyi instinctively ran to Chen Yan’s house... probably because he had spent years following Chen Yan around, feeling closer and more familiar with him.
Chen Yan pondered briefly and said in a deep voice, "Chuyi, don’t worry. I’ll go with you to take a look. Wait for me; I’ll go change clothes."
Finished, Chen Yan turned to go back inside, only to see Gu Qingyi already standing at the door.
"I..." Just as Chen Yan was about to explain, Gu Qingyi shook her head: "I heard everything. I’ll go with you."
Young Lady Gu whispered, "Don’t forget, he has Demonic Qi!"
Chen Yan thought for a moment, then shook his head: "I’ll go alone. You stay behind."
He glanced inside and also lowered his voice: "It’s exactly because there’s Demonic Qi that I’m asking you to stay at home!
If there’s really a Spirit Monster on the mountain... Chuyi ran all the way to my house!
You stay and accompany Lu Sisi. She’s an ordinary person. We can’t not be cautious."
Gu Qingyi tilted her head, thought for a moment, then agreed, but she looked into Chen Yan’s eyes and gave him a couple of warnings.
"If you need to fight, use the Talisman."
"If you can’t win, run home."
"And, if you lose, I’ll beat you up."
"Got it... huh?" Chen Yan was stunned.
Gu Qingyi said seriously: "The Talisman I gave you can kill anything below the Celestial Human Realm! If you have my Talisman in hand and still lose to an enemy in this world, who else should I beat up?"
Well, you little rascal, you speak quite harshly... Chen Yan rolled his eyes.