What if you were targeted by a cool and aloof beauty?

She released An Chen's arm and touched her slightly numb arms.

"So... there might be a super evil spirit inside... and... a lot... many... lost... missing people's souls?..." Jiuge's tone was normal when she mentioned the super evil spirit.

But when the souls of the missing were mentioned, she stammered and her shoulders trembled.

Perhaps thinking of the horrifying appearance of the five children's spirits in the massacre case, Jiuge's voice was tinged with tears.

"Calm down." An Chen put his arm around Jiu Ge's waist.

"I haven't finished telling you about the Man-Eating Mountain yet." He pulled Jiuge closer to him.

"Oh dear... there's more?" Jiuge couldn't sit still any longer.

She suddenly felt very cold for no apparent reason.

I glanced at the air conditioner, but the temperature wasn't particularly low.

“Although it does sound like a ghost story.” An Chen changed the subject.

"Ghost...ghost story?" Upon hearing the words "ghost story," Jiuge's body trembled even more violently.

No wonder she felt so scared.

It turns out it's because the story is very similar to a ghost story.

And... it's still night...

Thinking about this, Jiuge felt a little relieved...

It wasn't because I was too cowardly... it was just because An Chen told the story in a way that sounded like a ghost story.

"But it shouldn't be as scary as they say." An Chen decided it was best not to deliberately create a scary atmosphere when discussing serious matters.

So that Jiuge, once she calmed down, wouldn't discover that he was being deliberately mysterious and get so worked up that she slapped him across the face.

"Really?" Jiuge's voice was almost mechanical.

She picked up her phone and played the gymnastics video "I'm Really Not Bad" with the volume turned up to the maximum.

“Really,” An Chen replied.

The voice of "I'm Really Not Bad" was so loud that it completely drowned out An Chen's voice.

Sure enough, Jiuge stared at her phone without moving, not listening to An Chen's words, and not even intending to look in An Chen's direction.

Watching the older sister dancing to the rhythm on her phone screen, she seemed to find a moment of peace in it.

Hearing the explosive sound effect outside the door, Naitang stopped eavesdropping altogether.

It scurried down to the first floor, swinging its toes as if having a blast.

"Playing this loud at night will get you killed," An Chen whispered into Jiu Ge's ear.

"Whoa!" Jiuge felt a breath near her ear and was so startled that she dropped her phone.

"What...what did you say?...Do you want to continue...the ghost story?" she asked haltingly and hesitantly.

"..."

An Chen sighed.

He bent down, picked up the phone, and turned down the volume on Jiuge's phone.

"Ghost stories are no longer important." An Chen patted Jiu Ge's shoulder earnestly.

"Huh? Aren't you going to tell ghost stories anymore?" Jiuge kept glancing at her phone screen.

She seemed to want to find a chance to turn the volume back up.

"I'm not going to talk about it anymore." An Chen patted Jiu Ge's shoulder again.

He didn't want to court disaster.

Jiuge exhaled.

"We just need to protect Uncle Knight. You don't need to tell me the specifics so mysteriously." She still couldn't bear to turn off the "I'm Really Not Cute" video.

This was also the reason why Jiuge did not inquire about the specific events that occurred at the location of the knight's mission.

She didn't want to know too many details, lest she add unnecessary fear and anxiety.

After all, the missions sent out by the association inevitably involve all sorts of monsters and demons.

Jiuge believes that she and Anchen are only responsible for resolving the issues...

"Mmm." An Chen nodded.

“But you’ve already died.” He repeated it again.

"What does 'social death' mean?" Jiuge held her phone in her arms, her expression still blank.

"It's social death. It's like doing something and then feeling like you want to burrow into the ground, dig a three-bedroom apartment out with your toes, and disappear from the scene. That's what social death feels like."

“But… I can’t carve out a three-bedroom apartment with my toes.” Jiu Ge tilted her head, not understanding An Chen’s meaning.

"Creating a three-bedroom apartment from scratch with your toes is just a figure of speech." An Chen was at a loss for words again.

"Then why would I want to dig out a three-bedroom apartment with my feet?" Jiu Ge pursed her lips, her phone still stubbornly playing "I'm Really Not Cute".

“Let me think about how to explain it to you… Well… now, even if the neighbors don’t come knocking on our door, they’ll know that Jiu Ge next door is blasting ‘I’m Really Not Cute’ at full volume late at night.” An Chen paused, then chuckled.

"Huh?" Jiuge's mind went blank.

Her toes suddenly curled up a few times.

“The spirits passing by also found out,” he added with a smile.

"Huh?" Jiuge exclaimed again, her expression becoming somewhat blank.

Her feet became tense.

“Zhang Zhidong, Mao Maotou, and Hua Ji also know.” An Chen poked Jiu Ge’s soft cheek.

"..." Jiuge came back to her senses and her face turned serious.

“Zhang Zhidong and Uncle Knight know too,” An Chen continued casually.

"An Chen." Jiu Ge took a deep breath and called out again.

"Hmm?" An Chen asked, puzzled.

"Did you tell me this on purpose?" Jiuge's eyes lost their luster.

An Chen remained silent.

After hesitating for a moment, he sighed.

“I’m telling you, I’ll tell Zhang tomorrow that I played this song myself,” An Chen said seriously.

"How can we let them misunderstand our lovely Jiuge?" he said, and then kissed Jiuge's little mouth.

"Oh dear... what... what are you doing all of a sudden?" Jiuge panicked.

She broke free from An Chen's arm, shifted her position, and took two steps back.

After An Chen's fierce and decisive actions, Jiu Ge's attention was indeed diverted again.

"I'll kiss you." An Chen looked completely innocent.

His whole face seemed to say: Isn't this a normal thing?

“But…but…” Jiu Ge was at a loss.

A series of stimuli made her breathing much more rapid.

Suddenly, An Chen's phone vibrated a few times.

“It’s over…” Jiuge turned off her phone and tossed it behind her.

Then, she hugged the pillow behind her to her chest.

“Zhang knows,” An Chen explained.

"...What did he say?" Jiuge buried her head behind the pillow.

Her legs curled up, and her eyes lost their sparkle once more.

"He asked us... is it really impossible for aliens to be reported to China and contribute to the world?" An Chen blinked and read the contents of his phone.

Chapter 199 When Will You Marry Me? (Seeking Monthly Tickets and Subscriptions)

Seven o'clock in the morning.

As soon as An Chen opened his eyes, he saw Jiu Ge sitting on a stool to the side, asleep with her head tilted to the side.

Her head kept bumping against her shoulder, little by little.

Very cute.

"..."

After admiring Jiu Ge's sleeping face for a while, An Chen tried to keep his movements as small as possible.

He sat up and slowly put on his clothes.

I slipped on my slippers and leaned forward slightly.

Then, An Chen gave Jiu Ge a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Alas..."

Jiuge suddenly woke up.

Looking up, she vaguely saw An Chen's smug smile.

"Eh... what's wrong?... why are you in my room?..." Jiuge rubbed her eyes, looking like she was still half asleep.

“You were in my room.” As he spoke, An Chen took the opportunity to give Jiu Ge a quick kiss on the other side of her cheek.

This is a rare opportunity, so kiss as many times as you can.

"Ah!" Jiuge blushed and stood up abruptly.

She suddenly regained consciousness.

Look to the left, then look to the right.