Chapter 90: CH 90

Outside, it had begun to rain some time ago, and there were umbrellas of all sorts of colors popping up in the air, becoming the only color in this dark and grey world. While some had their umbrellas, others hastily moved along without one at all.

Five minutes later, Yan Yu walked out of the coffee shop, but as there was still some lingering pain in his body, his face that was already paler and whiter than the average human being looked even worse than before.

The system rang out twice.

[ My dear beloved host, this system already said that there would be an electric shock punishment, why wouldn’t you believe it hmm ]

Yan Yu had only walked a few steps but he could feel his heart pounding and pounding. He leaned against a wall to calm himself down, slowly bringing his breathing and heart rate back to normal. Rain was pouring down and when he was almost half drenched, he wiped the water off his face. He first coldly laughed before his face pulled downwards in a dark look and he said, 

“Motherfucker, how is it any of your business if I go find someone?!”

[ My dear, this system does not inhibit your freedom in marriage. You can find your own partner, but you cannot be a kept man hmm~ ]

Yan Yu: “If I can’t be a kept man, why else would I go find someone to be with?!”

[ My beloved host, friendly warning, water is a conductor of electricity. ]

Yan Yu didn’t respond and walked straight into the rain instead, drenching his black inky hair over and over again. His skin color was an unnatural shade of white, without a single hint of blood flowing in his body; only his pair of eyes, sharp and shrewd as ever, were like an untameable wolf.

When he arrived home, he didn’t even change his clothes, only taking off his shoes before starting to flip through his cupboards and drawers for something. He found 200 yuan under his bed and another 372 yuan and 5 kuai in the pocket of some old clothes hanging in his closet.

Money was like buried treasure; if you just keep searching, there would be some somewhere.

There was a wooden desk silently sitting in the corner. Perhaps it was from the previous renter who left it here, but it looked very old with no end to the scratches and dents, oil and water stains galore. Yan Yu rarely used this desk, and whatever was tucked away in these drawers were things he would never touch.

Pulling the drawer out on its already rusted hinges, he exerted a great deal of effort before finally getting it open. Inside were all old, almost ancient, books related to the supernatural, with their covers all just about tinged yellow. There was even a spider resting on its web in the corner, and a musky old deteriorating scent began filling up his nose.

Yan Yu lit up a cigarette, and in the midst of the puffing clouds of smoke rising up to his face, he narrowed his eyes and flipped all the contents of the drawer onto the floor. Looking and scouring through the pile, he found not a single penny inside. He then pulled open the second drawer and inside was a yin yang cloth, used for street stalls, along with some copper coins and yellow talismans, and a series of items for repelling evil.

Yan Yu didn’t spend any time looking at any of them, and with a bam, he closed up the drawer. He pulled open the last drawer and inside sat a stack of paper. The first sheet had two lines of numbers written on it, and below each number was a six pointed star shaped fortune telling diagram, with each of the cases complex and complicated. Drawn with pencil, there were many symbols and marks that were quite incomprehensible, and unfortunately, a lot had already been smudged.

For some unknown reason, Yan Yu didn’t move after that, until the flame of his cigarette flickered out and its ashes fell silently onto the paper. He finally reacted then and reached out to flick them off, but it only made the ash fly over everything, making it even messier. In the end, he could only take the papers out to shake it off.

There were around thirty or more sheets of paper in the stack, and each page had a diagram that was about the same, as if the person who drew them was very persistent and stubborn, never annoyed at having to draw it many times, and only stubbornly wanted to prove something.

Yan Yu smushed the cigarette onto the floor and didn’t search any further. He pulled out his phone to find Tang Ying’s number, and within three rings, it was quickly picked up.

“What?” 

Tang Ying’s voice was as cold as steel.

“Didn’t Xun Chuan leave me something? When will you give it to me?” 

Yan Yu lazily replied.

It was very noisy on the other end, as if a fight was happening in the background. Tang Ying paused before saying, 

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“I booked a flight for tomorrow, early in the afternoon, and I’m never coming back. I’ll send the address to you. Come get it yourself.”

When the news of Xun Chuan broke out, she had been out of the country, preparing for her wedding. She had immediately come back upon hearing the news, and now that she’d almost settled everything, she had to go back, as she did not plan to stay in the country for the long term.

Yan Yu hung up and prepared to head out when he saw the dimming sky outside. His feet took him back in and he grabbed a few talismans from the second drawer before heading back out again.

“I’m Xun Chuan.”

One’s find, and the other’s meet. If you don’t find, then you don’t meet. You don’t meet, then you can’t find…… 1

Perhaps it was because Yan Yu took too long, Tang Ying had headed back upstairs and when she opened the door, she saw him staring blankly at the phone screen. She knocked on the door frame with her knuckles, pulling his attention back.

Yan Yu came back to his senses and threw the phone back into the box. He was just about to say something when Tang Ying spoke up, 

“The card still has a bit of money left behind by Xun Chuan. You should know the password.”

The system rang out at this moment: 

[ Ding~ ]

Yan Yu said, 

“Keep it for yourself.”

Tang Ying gave him a look, 

“If Xun Chuan was still alive, that money would have been in your hands not long after anyway. He would only give it to you. Take the stuff and leave quickly.”

And then turned back around to head downstairs. Not long after, the sound of a car starting up in the courtyard could be heard.

The system said, 

[ My beloved host, we cannot be a kept man~ Come on now, be obedient, put the money down, or you’ll be fried into an idiot ~ ]

Notes:

*1 The Yu, “遇” in Yan Yu “嚴遇” can mean to meet or to encounter, whereas Xun Chuan’s “荀川” Xun “荀” sounds close to the word to find “尋” or to seek.

*2 Apparently it’s called Joss Paper in english, not too sure why, but it’s basically a currency for the afterlife that people would burn for their loved ones (usually) to make sure they have money to use. There are other paper things you can burn too, like houses, clothes, servants, etc. In this specific case, what he’s mentioning is the paper folded up into gold ingots (Chinese form not the flat bar ones like in Minecraft). It differs from family to family, but sometimes there is just the origami type of paper (golden/yellow) for these “gold ingots” interspersed with a certain type of joss paper.

The original of the “gold ingots” is a type of currency used in the ancient eras like this (on the left and a bit glamorized on the right below, which I believe was from a feng shui influenced/advice site actually):

And the type of “joss paper” gold ingots are like these above (specific types of paper used to fold into shapes like it) as Plum had included before that are like the origami type (but can also be silver now that I recall from my own experiences), or they can have print (with specific lettering) or like “gold silver sheets” where it’s like beige with a foil like sheet of gold or silver.

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