Quick Pass: Raiders That Man

After finally making it into the night, Feng Yun couldn't wait to drive to the school.

The cordon was still pulled, and the students were also ordered not to gather around here at night, so when it was nearly ten o'clock at night, there was no one here, and it seemed out of place with the lively and brightly lit campus in the distance.

Feng Yun got out of the car and pulled the bracelet out of the sleeve of the police uniform.

After coming out of the Taoist temple during the day, he didn't see any ghosts, and when the last ray of light from the sun disappeared, the whole world seemed to be covered with a thin layer of mist in Feng Yun's eyes.

Shadowy, many ghosts whose faces cannot be seen clearly appear in every corner of the city. There are white ghosts with no resentment, and black ghosts with heavy resentment.

And as the resentment intensifies, the appearance of the ghosts will become clearer and clearer.

For example, the boy who died on campus was a ghost powerful enough to produce the illusion of Yinfeng.

Relying on his strong mentality, Feng Yun drove safely to the school without looking sideways.

Soon, he will face a ghost that is more powerful than all the ghosts outside combined.

The boy was still sitting quietly on the bench, his dark and soft hair was dyed yellow by the dim street lamp.

Feng Yun walked over and sat down next to the boy.The next moment, he felt the bone-chilling chill coming from the boy next to him.

Half of his body was numb from the cold.

"Murderer..." The boy spoke first, his voice a little hoarse.

Feng Yun's eyes looked at the boy's hands casually placed on his lap, and he wanted to grab them. Of course, he just wanted to test whether the copper coin bracelet was easy to use.

It's not lust, it's not!

"Um... are you cold? My hand is actually quite warm." Feng Yun scratched his cheek, and stretched out his hand close to the boy.

If you just look at the back of his hands, Feng Yun's hands are actually very beautiful, with slender fingers and well-defined blood vessels, but there are many calluses on his palms.

"Murderer..." The boy repeated it again, and didn't answer Feng Yun's question just now.

"The murderer can't be found for the time being." After Feng Yun finished speaking, a cold hand rested on his neck again.

His body fell on the bench and was pressed down by the boy, but compared to the last time when he had no resistance, at least Feng Yun was able to actually touch the opponent's arm and body this time.

The boy was obviously aware of this too. His eyes looked at the copper coin bracelet on Feng Yun's wrist, and his voice was a little cold again, "You invited a Taoist priest! You are lying to me."

"How dare I lie to you." Feng? His wife is strict? Yunchang is so old, but he still believes in the drama of love at first sight and destiny.

Even though he had only seen the normal side of the boy, Feng Yun had already made up his mind—this person was my wife who didn't run away.

If it is a person, he will chase it; if it is a ghost, he will find a way to chase it.

Feng Yun admits that he is not normal and that he is not a good person, but what does this have to do with his love at first sight.

The hand on the neck was extremely strong, even with Feng Yun's proud strength, he couldn't break free.

If this goes on like this, let alone falling in love, you will never see your wife again after you fail.

The hand holding the boy's hands loosened, and turned to hold the boy's face.

The palm of the hand didn't get cold after being exposed to the cold for a long time, and it was still warm when placed on the sides of the boy's cheek.

The boy was stunned, and his hands relaxed a little, which gave Feng Yun a chance to breathe heavily.

"I think you'd better calm down first." Feng Yun's posture lying on the bench was a bit uncomfortable, mainly because the chair was too short, his head was hanging and his legs were propped up on the ground.

He touched the tear mole at the corner of the boy's eye with one hand, a small bulge made his breathing even more rapid.

"Or let's talk in the car, huh? You want to stay in this position, or change it up."

Boys can think normally, but occasionally lose their minds when it comes to topics related to the murderer.

Out of the corner of his eye, he looked at Feng Yun's hand on his face, that hand was not honest, it had already touched the earlobe from the cheek, and even had the intention of slipping towards the back of the neck.

"Pervert?" He patted Kaifeng Yun's hands, sat back on the bench, folded his arms, "I'll give you a chance to explain."

Although Feng Yun felt that it was a pity, he still stood up and leaned over, showing the string of copper coin bracelets to the boy, "With this, I can see, touch... touch you."

Then he explained a lot of what the Taoist priest said to him, and finally concluded: "In short, the Taoist priest said that I am full of yang and I am a perfect match with you. We are destined to get married .”

The boy's light brown eyes stared at him, the whites of his eyes were obviously rich red, but he could still see the strange shock in his eyes, as if looking at a fool.

Feng Yun nodded sincerely, "So you can come with me tonight. Although my house doesn't have a guest room, I have an extra large double bed."

The boy turned his face away and didn't reply.

Mainly because he didn't know how to answer.

He felt that Feng Yun was sick. Ordinary people would have been frightened crazy when they saw his terrifying appearance. How could he even talk about getting married?

It's not what sickness is.

Feng Yun continued to persuasion, "Don't be embarrassed, the Taoist priest has said so, so we should contribute our strength to the establishment of diplomatic relations between humans and ghosts?"

"You still have six days." The boy's voice was extremely cold, "If you don't catch the murderer in six days, you will die."

"But the murderer is very difficult to catch, you don't know, all the evidence is gone, and there is nothing useful to be found at all." Feng Yun sighed heavily.

Sure enough, the boy turned around again, and said almost unreasonably, "Arresting people is your business, I just care about the result."

"Then you have to reveal something." Feng Yun said helplessly, "For example, do you still remember what the murderer looked like?"

"I don't know, I was blindfolded at the time." Although the boy clearly remembered all the experiences at that time, he didn't know what the murderer looked like.

Feng Yun wanted to reach out to wrap his arms around the boy's shoulder, but the latter knocked him down, and he warned, "Don't touch me..."

"Okay okay, cheapskate." Feng Yun curled his lips, "Then what's your name?"

"Xu Ziyan."

"Xu Ziyan? Which Xu, which son, which Yan?"

"Xu of Promise, Son of Child, Son of Talent."

"Cai... Yan?" Feng Yun thought for a while, but still couldn't figure out what the word was.

He stretched out his hand, "Which Yan?"

Xu Ziyan pursed his lips, stretched out his hand into Feng Yun's palm, and wrote the word "Yan" stained with blood.

When he was writing, Feng Yun kept staring at him, his eyes focused and soft, until Xu Ziyan finished writing, raised his head, and bumped into Feng Yun's eyes.Xu Ziyan was stunned and said. "It's done.

Okay, it's this guy...Xu Ziyan, Xu Ziyan...There's no need to shout so many times.

Because it sounds good, I yelled it several times. "Feng Yun laughed..." My name is Feng Yun, let's get to know each other, wife. "