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An Qing smiled gently at Du Sixian, her eyes holding an emotion that was hard to tell if it was teasing or provocative.
"..." Du Sixian looked at An Qing, who had already stood up, bit her lip, and shook her head resolutely.
From the moment An Qing sat down next to her, she vaguely sensed an unusual aura emanating from An Qing.
That aura reminded her of the dying patients she had passed by when she left the hospital. freewebnoveℓ.com
Although An Qing looked radiant and full of vitality on the outside, like a cool Older sister.
But the aura she emitted always made Du Sixian feel as if she was standing in front of a corpse.
"Sigh—!" An Qing sighed and smiled wryly, "Recruiting new members never seems to be a simple matter! You're always mistaken for a swindler."
Naturally awakened Psychic, having suddenly received too much information outside their knowledge blind spots, are inevitably startled and become distrustful of strangers.
An Qing understood perfectly why Du Sixian refused. Forcibly dragging her into the Night Watch, checking her aptitude, and examining her body would only backfire.
However, as Rouxun said, the people of Z Country always prefer compromise and moderation. For example, if you say this room is too dark and a window must be opened here, everyone will definitely not allow it. But if you propose tearing down the roof, they will come to a compromise and be willing to open a window.
Spiritual Energy fluctuations have already appeared on Du Sixian. Sooner or later she will encounter urban legend incidents. When that time comes, she will come seeking help herself, and then inviting her to join the Night Watch will be much smoother.
An Qing thought, reached into her white coat, pulled out a lady's cigarette from the left breast pocket and lit it. Immediately after, she pulled something else out of the right breast pocket, glanced left and right as if afraid of being seen by others, and quickly stuffed it into Du Sixian's hand.
"Here, this is for you. Keep it safe, don't lose it."
Du Sixian lowered her head to look at the business card in her hand, which was printed with a silver owl symbol, and looked at An Qing with a puzzled expression.
"It has my contact information and address on it," An Qing explained with a smile. "Recently, you might gradually start seeing some strange and bizarre things. If you really can't stand it, or if you encounter any danger, contact me anytime. As long as it's within Hua City, I can be there within twenty minutes."
Du Sixian was stunned for a moment, then gently puffed out her cheeks and lowered her head to carefully examine the item An Qing had given her.
It was a completely black business card, with a good texture. It didn't feel like an ordinary cardboard business card, but rather some kind of hardened leather. Like an illusion, waves of strange fluctuations emanated from it.
On the front of the business card, An Qing's name and phone number were written in small gold-stamped characters. On the back, a silver owl was printed.
A business card with only a name and contact information, no address or affiliated organization indicated, exuded a secretive and mysterious aura.
Who exactly was she? Du Sixian thought, raising her head to look towards An Qing, only to find that she had already gone far away. Her silhouette was just a shadow at the end of the old street, like a watercolor painting.
She walked gracefully into the autumn wind, like a chivalrous woman roaming the world, coming and going in a hurry, leaving no trace, and disappearing from sight.
"What a mysterious feeling..." Du Sixian murmured to herself, "It seems she's most likely someone with mysterious powers. I wonder, compared to the Expert, who is a bit more powerful?"
The Expert should be a bit more powerful, right?
After all, he is the powerful one who was able to get me out of being surrounded by hundreds of urban legend!
Sigh—! Expert, where are you now?
...
Lu Yibei sat in the classroom, the classroom in the Liberal Arts and Science building, her eyelids drooping, her head swaying. On the notebook in front of her, a page was scribbled with messy handwriting, full of things unrelated to the course content.
The content is as follows:
【Yun Meng: Royal Academy of Dance Grade 1 in Ballet, proficient in Jazz Dance. (Useless to me.)
Brazil War God: Knows how to play soccer, and plays well. (But others don't let me play, I've noted this grudge!)
Pharaoh: A profligate young master who avoids adolescent psychological trauma by chasing girls. (Simply put, knows nothing but showing off? I don't think so.)
Liang Yue: An excellent student in the History Department of the Normal University. Who knew she was a treasure girl!
(Not only does her professional knowledge overlap with mine, she even collected some production {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} recipes for special self-defense talismans from ancient books.
Although she has never successfully made one herself, it seems promising. Perhaps I can buy some materials and give it a try.)
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The Professor teaching the afternoon class was a middle-aged woman with heavy dark circles. He didn't have the strange interest of Professor Ma in randomly deducting students' grades, and he always spoke slowly and softly, lulling people to sleep.
While listening to the lecture distractedly, Lu Yibei was organizing the knowledge she had obtained from the core of the urban legend entity. Before half the time was up, she almost fell asleep, her pen writing words on the notebook that were comparable to the "calligraphy" of some performance art masters.
Then...
She suddenly woke up.
For some reason, her eyes were burning, and the hairs on her body stood on end.
A palpable chill climbed from her heels to the back of her head, danced the "New Treasure Island" on her shoulders, did a final somersault, stepped on her eyebrows, and shot up to the top of her head.
The gaze that was secretly observing her appeared again.
It swept past, not lingering for long, but it brought her a great sense of crisis.
Unlike the lewd peeping of last night, this time the gaze seemed to carry a strong sense of resentment, like a sulking Little Girl.
The now awake Lu Yibei looked expressionlessly at the afternoon sunlight outside the window, her brows slightly furrowed, lost in thought.
Although she still didn't feel any malice this time, the guy who was secretly peeping was clearly a little angry.
This was not a good sign.
Someone who might possess great power, when throwing a tantrum, is probably not much easier to deal with than being attacked by Mr. Rabbit.
What should I do about this?
My current identity is that of an unregistered person. Seeking help from the Night Watch is the worst option.
If I can't explain why I'm being targeted by a strange and powerful existence, I might even end up getting myself into trouble.
How about... I try Liang Yue's stuff first? If that doesn't work, I'll go ask the Night Watch for help. Lu Yibei thought, although it might not work, it's better than doing nothing and waiting for death, right?
With this thought, Lu Yibei lowered her head and began writing in her notebook. Soon, she listed three relatively simple recipes to operate.
Yonglu Talisman, production material: 5 grams of gold...
Uh, isn't this cost too high? Liang Yue couldn't make it work, and I might not be able to either.
If it doesn't succeed, I'll waste five grams of gold. That's too... No, absolutely not!
Poverty limited Lu Yibei's ability to act.
Dougui Talisman... This, this sounds fierce. If it goes wrong, it won't serve as self-defense, but might kill me first. Lu Yibei thought timidly.
How about trying this one? The materials only require peach wood, cinnabar, and a carving knife. I should be able to buy them for about a hundred yuan on Taobao.
Lu Yibei stared at the recipes she had listed, weighed the cost and risk factors for a moment, eliminated two options, and locked onto the final target. ƒrēewebnovel.com
"The materials are cheap, and it doesn't sound dangerous... You're the one, First Light Spring Wind Curse!" Lu Yibei muttered to herself.
