"Master, pack up and let's go."
Yan Qiuyu ate some melon seeds, glanced at the person carrying the baggage, and then turned his attention back to the TV. The temptation to go home was being played on it. Yan Qiuyu shook his head frequently in confusion. "Well, where to go?"
"I'll work with you to achieve results." Yan Xiaoan said matter-of-factly.
"No need." Yan Qiuyu threw a handful of melon seeds into the box next to him.
Yan Xiaoan muttered in her heart, uttered a curse word, and threw the bag on the ground, "It's not up to you, hurry up."
"Xiao An, I won't be full after I go."
"I don't have enough to eat now." Yan Xiaoan's attitude was like that of Mrs. Xianglin with her hands on her hips.
"I'm still not warm enough."
Yan Xiaoan took a deep breath and looked at the place that could barely shelter from the wind and rain, "That's better than this leaky one."
"I can't help you as a teacher."
Yan Xiaoan didn't care about that. He raised the middle one of his five fingers, picked up the big baggage, walked behind Yan Qiuyu, and kicked it fiercely, "Go ahead~ let's go~"
Before leaving, Yan Qiuyu was kicked by the apprentice who had committed the crime above. Yan Qiuyu had not recovered yet, and he only hoped that she would not regret it.
In just a moment, the master and the apprentice stood at the foot of the mountain surrounded by desolation and a shabby thatched hut.
Yan Xiaoan took several deep breaths but couldn't come back to his senses.
"Old man, old man, are we in the wrong place?" Yan Xiaoan flipped through the soul crossing book that he touched casually. It clearly said that he was a big star, but this, hiss... the contrast was a bit too big. Come on.
Yan Qiuyu clasped his hands behind his back, as if the old god was there, and those who didn't know thought he was here for vacation.
The aunt passing by was wearing coarse linen clothes and shouted to the two of them, "Hey, is this Zhang's uncle back?"
Yan Qiuyu nodded meaningfully.
The country aunt was talking a lot and kept mumbling a few words, and Yan Xiaoan finally heard the key points, which was probably the identity of his master, the second uncle of so-and-so family.
The dilapidated house in front of me is the ancestral house of the second uncle's family. When the wind blows, the whole thatched house creaks twice.
Only then did Yan Xiaoan realize that it was a bit cold. It was just spring, and buds had just appeared on the branches. The grass in front of the house was almost as tall as a person.
"Is this the "Second Master" who is transferring the soul this time?" Although Yan Xiaoan has been exposed to this since childhood, this is the first time he has "appeared" with his master. He was inevitably a little panicked in his heart, but he didn't show it.
Yan Qiuyu shook his head, "No."
no? Yan Xiaoan frowned, "Forget it, let's start over, we can't take this case."
Each Soul Crossing Envoy has a Soul Crossing Book, and Yan Xiaoan's master is no exception. She thought that this accident that did not appear in the Soul Crossing Book was a "list" that could be easily returned.
But what the master said next immediately stopped her thoughts.
"The performance assessment list is going to be messed up. There will be no subsistence allowances to receive in the next year."
watt? What? Forced buying and selling? "Can I report it?"
"Just now, I was thinking about how to refuse this order. Xiao An's feet were a bit fast, and I'm still feeling a little sore from the kick." After Yan Qiuyu finished speaking, he walked directly past the grass and walked inside.
The trampled grass formed a path, just enough for Yan Xiaoan to walk. Just as he stood still in the yard, a "monkey" came out of nowhere.
"Second uncle, you are back." The young man's hearty voice carried a lively atmosphere unique to the countryside.
Yan Qiuyu's appearance at this moment is no different from that of Duhunsi. He looks about forty or fifty, with a white beard.
Yan Xiaoan just nodded to the young man and took a look. The young man looked about 16 or 17 years old, with dark teeth and big white teeth. He didn't know what he was carrying on his shoulders, big and small bags.
"You must be Xiao An. My father said a few days ago that the second uncle brought a little baby back with him. You look really fair." After saying that, he touched it.
It doesn't matter if you don't touch it. As soon as you touch it, Yan Xiao'an doesn't dislike it yet. He doesn't know what happened to his hand, and it hurts terribly. "Hiss...ah, some insect bit me."
Yan Xiaoan remained silent. Although he was dissatisfied, he just glared at his master.
The young man's pain soon passed, and he unpacked his baggage again, talking to himself, "This house has been unoccupied for a long time. My father gave me many instructions before I came back. If you want me to help Second Uncle with your repairs, I'm afraid it will take me an entire afternoon."
Yan Qiuyu nodded and let the young man do his work.
Yan Xiaoan followed him into the house. "Old man, is this order really irreversible?"
"Um."
"Then, there should be some idea of who the protagonist is."
Yan Qiuyu didn't know where to start, "You will know it by then."
This "old case" was notoriously difficult to deal with in the Duhun Division, but now it was blindly bumped into by this eager apprentice, and Yan Qiuyu also accepted his fate.
Yan Qiuyu is a "poor" and ambitious person. In the past, he was willing to live on the subsistence allowance. Naturally, he will not work half as hard because of the business that hits his head.
Yan Xiaoan muttered and recited the communication spell, but no one responded. Then he remembered that once he entered the mission state, he was completely in the current mission world, and he was afraid that he would not be able to leave if he could not complete it.
But where is the soul that needs to be transported?
There was banging outside the house and rustling inside the house. Yan Xiaoan was a little lazy boy, so he cleared out half a big area by himself, piled his baggage on and ate snacks.
Yan Qiuyu was unhurriedly tidying up the bookshelf on the side. If they weren't master and apprentice, Yan Qiuyu was always doting on her.
It's no wonder that Yan Xiaoan, from the moment Yan Qiuyu picked her up while passing by, a dull-sighted person must have raised her as a brat for so long, and finally realized that she was a real big girl when she was raised.
Only then did Yan Xiaoan start to "enrich" him belatedly, so much so that Yan Xiaoan now climbed on top of him to make trouble, and he had to smile and boast: I raised him, I raised him.
When Yan Qiuyu had almost finished clearing the bookshelf, he realized that Yan Xiaoan was lying on the side of the window sill and fell asleep. He immediately packed up the bed and took him over.
Just as he put the person on the bed, his sleeve was tugged, "Master."
"Huh?" Yan Qiuyu subconsciously agreed, only to realize that the little lazy boy was talking in his sleep.
Yan Xiaoan, who received the response in his dream, curled his lips slightly and fell asleep.
The boy was still busy outside in the bright sun. Yan Qiuyu glanced at the sleeping Yan Xiaoan and waved his hand, causing the boy sitting on the roof to doze off.
Everything in the house seemed to have self-awareness and was arranged by itself, and the grass outside was piled aside in a row as tall as one person.
At sunset, smoke begins to billow from cooking fires in the pristine countryside, and the beating flames are accompanied by the sound of men returning home from work, telling the story of the day's shortcomings.
