Wen Yan morized the na Chen Qimo, and, just to be cautious, planned to find soone to look into it later.
He had a very good impression of Grandmother’s ability—simple, direct, and effective.
Of all the abilities Wen Yan had encountered, Scorching Sun’s universality was the greatest. Not only did it suit Wen Yan himself, he could also grant its blessing to others. But being widely applicable ant that none of its strengths were particularly outrageous.
As for Grandmother’s ability, Wen Yan had previously felt it probably wasn’t all that useful for the person herself. Now that was more or less confird. But except for herself, it can blood-lock every other creature—so long as they’re fed before dying, even the Technique of Slaughter can be withstood. That’s seriously uncanny.
Of course Wen Yan coveted it, but unfortunately, after taking care of Hu Yuan, "Grandmother" hadn’t stayed behind, leaving Wen Yan feeling rather regretful.
He hadn’t expected to encounter Chen Qimo here now, which gave at least a little lead. Wen Yan thought—maybe he could keep this in mind just a bit?
But thinking it over, the powers he obtained, apart from Temporary Ability, all ca with a bit of turbulence—maybe better to let it be.
If he did et that old lady, there wouldn’t be anything he could do anyway.
Best not to go to extres; just treat this as a bit of unexpected intelligence.
Wen Yan sipped his tea, studying Chen Qimo sitting beside him, who seed always ready to bolt.
"After you went back, you didn’t tell anyone about this place, did you?"
"Ah..." Chen Qimo flinched—he could tell even that?
Seeing Wen Yan’s gaze, she clenched her fists tight and pressed her feet together, answering softly.
"I... I had to go to class, so I didn’t tell anyone."
"I knew it. If you had, you wouldn’t be able to co in again."
If Scorching Sun Departnt knew, how could they possibly let a girl who wasn’t even a Professional risk her life in the Netherworld?
Plus, from the look of Chen Qimo, she was clearly a bit insecure and stubborn, walking with shoulders hunched—just the sort of student easy to overlook at school.
If she kept quiet and hid herself well, and her family already had yin-related materials, then her coming and going in the Netherworld—no one would know at all.
"Who are you staying with now? Living at the dorms?"
"No, I live by myself in the old house my Grandmother left. It’s two stories, there’s a yard, and four rooms can be rented out—I get twelve hundred a month, which is enough for to live on."
"No..."
"What?"
"Nothing." Wen Yan had wanted to ask if she had any other relatives, but as soon as he started, he stopped himself, because he used to hate people asking him that sa thing.
Three hundred for a room, up north, two stories, a yard, and she could rent them out.
Wen Yan more or less pictured it—probably a two-story old self-built house from the north, each room a single, most likely without even a bathroom. And if they could all be rented out steadily, it had to be near the school.
After all, with a little girl as landlady, probably the only ones comfortable and likely to rent steadily would be students or parents staying to accompany kids.
Plus, with the rent that cheap, it must be a small town.
The Scorching Sun Departnt’s power there would be very thin.
Only under those conditions could Chen Qimo go out to buy supplies when she didn’t already have material on hand, without the Scorching Sun Departnt noticing.
Wen Yan finished his deductions in a flash and didn’t take them any further, leaning back in the chair and gazing at the darkness ahead.
"No need to get so nervous. Here, at least, you’re safe. If you want to find soone, I’ll keep an eye out. But why are you looking for your Grandmother?"
"I miss my Grandmother."
"..."
Wen Yan couldn’t argue with that; he could only sigh to himself. He knew all too well when kids like this start missing their closest person—this girl’s days probably weren’t easy either.
He wanted to say he had so friends above who could help, but the thought twisted midair and he couldn’t say it. He empathized too much, knowing people might not want help from strangers, or just didn’t want to accept it.
That she was here, seeking his help, ant she probably had nowhere else to turn, or she’d seen that NPC cue and knew he was trustworthy.
"Once you go back, study hard. Your Grandmother definitely hoped you’d focus on school. Don’t co here again. If even I can’t find her, coming back won’t help. If I do find her, I’ll have soone notify you."
"Ah, thank you, Big Brother Su." Chen Qimo thought for a mont, then cautiously asked, "How’ll you notify ?"
"There’s tons of ways. For example—send a dream."
Chen Qimo seed skeptical, but then heard Wen Yan continue.
"You can dream of your Grandmother, you can feel her presence. You’re already in the Netherworld now—so why wouldn’t you trust that I could send a dream?"
Chen Qimo suddenly understood and believed it right away.
Wen Yan held his teacup, grinning, taking another sip. So young—she just buys it?
If he really had a send-dream ability, he’d be out haunting people at three in the morning every night, instead of being so bored here.
After a couple hours, Wen Yan got hungry and started eating again, letting Chen Qimo watch from the side. He made sure to remind her—
"Don’t go eating random stuff here. What I can eat, and what ghosts can eat—you might not be able to. Eat the wrong thing, and you might never get back. Got it?"
"Got it."
"And don’t co back anymore, you hear?"
Chen Qimo pressed her lips together, saying nothing.
The girl was stubborn as anything—she wouldn’t even bother saying a harmless lie to placate him.
Wen Yan held his bowl, and wasn’t sure if he was annoyed or amused—he couldn’t help laughing out loud.
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