"You're just more familiar with the environment than we are, but that doesn't mean there's no danger." Jiang Cheng couldn't help but say, "Those disciples don't know you. Have you thought about what would happen if..."

Jiang Cheng stopped, because at that moment, a hand gently touched his lips, stopping him from continuing. The next second, Wu Yingying smiled mischievously at him, "It won't happen. Trust me."

...

At that moment, Fatty was sticking his butt up in the air,趴in a very undignified position behind the door, observing the movements inside through a very small crack. After seeing this scene, Fatty covered his mouth, his eyes welling up with tears of emotion.

Although the River Goddess wasn't human, the doctor wasn't necessarily human either, so there was no generation gap between them.

Lin Wan'er seemed to have foreseen the development of things inside, so she wasn't very worried. She crossed her legs, sat on the sofa where Fatty slept, and was scrolling through her phone.

Wu also showed his true form, leaning against the wall, turning his head, and staring at the bedroom door with disdain, as if he could see what was happening inside through the door.

He wouldn't be surprised by anything a lovesick woman did. In short, this was the first and last time he would make a deal with a woman like this. There would definitely be no next time!

But the next second, Wu's expression changed. He slowly shifted his gaze, stared at Lin Wan'er, and said in a flat, cold voice, "If the people you bring are determined to die, I don't mind sending them on their way."

Wu sensed that right above him, separated by a wall, there was a guy who had already locked onto his aura.

It was the strongest of the four people who had come, so strong that even he found it difficult to deal with.

But if he could devour this guy's door... a hint of greed flashed in Wu's eyes.

Lin Wan'er keenly caught Wu's emotional change. She understood that this time, Wu was definitely not just talking, and because of the Number 10 incident, if Number 6 made a move, today would be a never-ending battle.

After all, the others who came wouldn't stand idly by.

"Don't be nervous." Lin Wan'er put down her phone, looked at Wu's face, and said lightly, "They have no malicious intent."

Wu's mouth cracked open, revealing a strange smile. "Women... none of them are trustworthy!"

From those people, Wu felt not only malice, but also a rich, almost tangible killing intent, especially the one above his head. Wu could even hear the buzzing sound of the two short blades being drawn.

"You probably didn't come today just because of that bus, right?" Wu flipped his wrist, and the knife was already in his hand. Even though it hadn't been unsheathed yet, a huge pressure was already coming at him. "You... you want to kill me too. Do you regret it? Do you want to take back the door you traded?" Wu's voice wasn't loud, but it was just enough for Lin Wan'er to hear clearly.

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Fatty didn't know what was going on. How did the two people who were talking so well just now suddenly seem like they were about to fight? He quickly tried to mediate, "Brother Wu, Boss Lin, let's sit down and talk things out. We're all family, let's not do this."

Lin Wan'er looked at Fatty, who was trying to mediate, and a complicated look appeared in her eyes. The latter probably wouldn't have expected that, in the prophecy, he would die at the hands of this so-called Brother Wu one day.

What's even more terrifying is that, so far, all of Number 13's prophecies have come true.

"Creak—"

The bedroom door suddenly opened.

A figure walked out of the bedroom. Jiang Cheng walked straight to Lin Wan'er, raised his hand, and in his hand was a bell tied with a red thread. His face wasn't very good, and his brows were furrowed. "Wu Yingying is willing to help us. She will be the marker for that teleportation door."

Lin Wan'er and Wu didn't react to this result. Only Fatty felt a pang in his heart.

After taking the bell, Lin Wan'er left. Wu was full of vigilance towards this woman. It wasn't until he personally witnessed this woman, and the four people who came with her, all leave by car, that Wu returned.

Back in the bedroom, the first thing he noticed was a figure standing with his back to him.

Jiang Cheng was standing by the window, with his back to him. The window was wide open, the night wind lifted the curtains, and there was a faint chill.

Seeing this scene, Wu didn't disturb him. Instead, he quietly retreated, his figure flickered, and he reappeared on the roof of a nearby building. The city under the night was peaceful and serene.

Wu looked impatient, closed his eyes, and with a thought, a shadow behind him slowly stood up.

To be precise, a huge, dry figure crawled out of the shadow.

As the Hungry Ghost reappeared, the surrounding situation changed, and a strong wind suddenly rose. The Hungry Ghost's two shriveled eyes showed no emotion, but simply waved its arms blankly.

Large snowflakes fell.

It was snowing.

Wu's understanding of romance was far inferior to Jiang Cheng, who frequented nightclubs, but in Wu's limited understanding, Jiang Cheng was standing by the window, waiting for a snow.

Very rarely, a strange feeling welled up in Wu's heart, as if he had done something amazing.

He suddenly desperately wanted to know what Jiang Cheng's face would look like after seeing this snow.

Wu took a few steps forward, his figure falling straight from the roof, but at the moment of impact, he suddenly turned into a puff of green smoke and disappeared.

Wu quickly returned to the studio all the way, standing outside the studio door, he sorted out his expression, so that he looked not so eager, and then, quietly entered the bedroom.

But the scene in front of him made him frown. Jiang Cheng was actually lying on the bed, scrolling through his phone carefree. On the phone, there were young ladies dancing and showing off their charm.

This scene was completely different from what Wu had imagined.

The window was now closed, and the curtains were tightly drawn.

What about the shared longing and the shared snow?

And living together till their hair turns white?

Noticing Wu appearing behind the bedroom door, Jiang Cheng raised his eyelids and glanced at him. "You're back?"

Wu suddenly reacted, and then immediately controlled his expression. After a moment, he used his usual cold voice to remind... no, to answer: "It's... snowing outside."

Unexpectedly, Jiang Cheng just nodded when he heard this, his eyes still on the phone. "I know."

"Aren't you going to look at the snow?" After a pause, Wu couldn't help but ask, after all, the Hungry Ghost was still working hard on the roof.

Jiang Cheng swiped the screen and changed to another young lady to watch, his tone indifferent: "What's so good about artificial snow? I don't know who's so full of themselves that they're playing with snow all day long."

Wu's face turned green.

Seeming to think it wasn't enough, Jiang Cheng continued to stab with a cadence: "I've seen the recent weather forecasts. It won't snow in Rong City during this time."

"Wash up and go to sleep." Jiang Cheng turned off his phone, lay peacefully on the pillow, and closed his eyes.